Siheyuan: Since 51

Yangazi attended the Second Conference of Heroes and Model Workers in the Shanxi-Chahar-Hebei Border Region and was awarded the title of "First-Class Combat Hero".

Gazi?

Little Soldier Zhang Ga!

A TV series suddenly appeared in Lin Zhiyuan's mind.

In my previous life, I don’t know how many times various TV stations replayed it.

Lin Zhiyuan almost vomited after watching it. Not only did he remember every scene, but he also knew the basic plot clearly.

Fight the devils and build heroes.

Full of positive energy, there will definitely be no problems.

Just do it.

Lin Zhiyuan put down the newspaper and returned to the office excitedly.

I lay on the desk and started to recall the plot, but for some reason I was always distracted by the opening song.

I even couldn't help humming it.

"In nineteen thirty-seven..."

After repeating it several times, Lin Zhiyuan decided to go all out and wrote the opening song as well.

Next, restore the outline of the novel based on the plot of the TV series.

"Old Zhong, a soldier of the Eighth Route Army who was recuperating at Gazi's home, gave Gazi a wooden pistol..."

The three songs of "My Motherland and I" caused a sensation across the country after the wonderful performance and vigorous promotion by the Military and Political Song and Dance Troupe.

Whether in the streets or on the radio, passionate melodies and soulful songs can be heard everywhere.

Far across the ocean, in Los Angeles, beautiful country.

Mr. Qian, who was longing to go home, received a package from Ge Tingsui, the head of the Association of Chinese Scholars in the United States.

When I opened it, I found that it contained three vinyl records.

Mr. Qian's wife Jiang Ying frowned when she saw this. "Mr. Qian, why are there three records?"

Mr. Qian was also confused. "Under close surveillance, Ge Tingsui would not do it without a purpose. He must have a deep meaning when sending it here."

After saying that, he picked up one of them and walked towards the phonograph.

The record turned and a beautiful melody sounded.

"My motherland and I can't be separated for a moment..."

The song echoed in their ears, and Mr. Qian and Jiang Yingru felt as if they were electrocuted. Their bodies became stiff and motionless.

Just a song.

Mr. Qian's eyes were red and he turned the needle back to the beginning again.

Over and over again, the song touched my heart, turning into tears that welled up in my eyes.

Mr. Qian opened his mouth several times and after a long time, he murmured something.

"Yingzi, I want to go home!"

The voice was trembling, but extremely firm.

Jiang Ying walked forward slowly, sat down next to Mr. Qian, put her arm around his, and rested her head gently on his shoulder.

"I know you've always wanted to."

long silence.

Mr. Qian let out a long sigh, "I want to write a letter to the Pantheon."

"Are you crazy? We are all exposed to the sun, and now you are writing a letter..."

As he spoke, Jiang Ying frowned, his eyes moistened, "Do you want to go in and be tortured again?"

In September 50, the U.S. Immigration Bureau illegally detained Mr. Qian.

During this period, the searchlights were aimed at the soldiers 24 hours a day, without any rest. Every ten minutes, a soldier would open the iron gate to check if anyone had escaped.

After being tortured for 15 days, he was finally released on bail. After returning home, Mr. Qian lost his voice and could not speak, and he lost 30 kilograms.

How could Jiang Ying not feel distressed?

Jiang Ying is afraid of having to take risks again after just recovering!

"Can……"

Mr. Qian leaned on the sofa, slowly closed his eyes, and remained silent for a long time.

After a while, feeling her husband's breathing trembling, Jiang Ying compromised.

"Okay, no matter how difficult it is, I will stay with you."

Having made up his mind, Mr. Qian immediately wrote a letter to report his detention and the difficulty of returning home.

But the problem is how to accurately "send" the letter back to the country.

After careful consideration, Mr. Qian asked Jiang Ying to write her sister's address on the envelope with her left hand, imitating a child's handwriting, so that the agents would not be able to recognize it.

Afterwards, the two came to a shopping mall. Mr. Qian attracted the attention of the agents at the door, and Jiang Ying took the opportunity to drop the letter into the mailbox inside the mall.

The letter evaded the agents' surveillance and successfully reached the proportional type.

After receiving the letter, Jiang Ying's sister Jiang Hua forwarded it to Qian's father in Shanghai, and then mailed it to Beijing again.

After many twists and turns, the letter finally reached the gentleman several months later.

A rescue operation begins.

It’s Children’s Day again, and Uncle Tao and Uncle Li come to visit.

Walk into the cross courtyard.

Grandpa Tao smiled cheerfully, "Xiao Lin, your courtyard is a little empty. Plant a tree and put a stone table there to add some artistic conception!"

Uncle Li also nodded vigorously, "Good, get ready early. In the future, Lao Tao and I will come here often."

"Okay, I'll get it done later."

Lin Zhiyuan responded with a smile and led the two into the living room.

Seeing little Shufan in the stroller, Grandpa Tao narrowed his eyes, smiled and poked him with his hand.

"Wow, the little guy is chubby and cute."

Uncle Li came forward and said, "Old Tao, go away. It's not like you don't have grandchildren."

As he said this, he grinned and teased.

The two of them pushed and scratched each other until little Shufan started crying. Then they gave up in disappointment and sat down on the sofa.

Qin Huairu poured water for the two of them, pushed the stroller away, and left the space for the three of them.

Since Qin Huairu got pregnant, Lin Zhiyuan stopped smoking in the house, and he didn't smoke cigarettes. With a slightly curved mouth, he asked with a smile: "Uncle Tao, Uncle Li, I haven't seen you for half a year, where have you been?"

Uncle Tao raised his eyebrows and sighed, "Well, I went to the Magic City."

Uncle Li echoed, "The trip to the Magic City really exhausted us."

Lin Zhiyuan couldn't help but wonder, "It's time for you to enjoy your peace and quiet. Who would dare to bother you two?"

“University restructuring and school adjustment.”

Mr. Tao did not hide anything and immediately replied: "It has something to do with you, too. You will not be in the National University anymore, but should go to the Capital University."

Lin Zhiyuan didn't care, he just wanted a diploma anyway.

"It doesn't matter if it's a national university or a university in the capital, as long as it doesn't affect my schooling."

Uncle Tao pointed his finger and scolded with a smile: "You are quite open-minded. Fortunately, you enrolled last year, otherwise, you would not be able to learn Chinese. From now on, the focus of education will be on engineering, and the humanities will be restricted."

Uncle Li suddenly thought of something and asked, "I remember your second child is going to college soon. Do you know what he wants to study?"

Lin Zhiyuan shrugged, "Zhihui always has his own ideas, and I didn't ask. According to his diligence in school, engineering will be no problem at all."

"In this respect, he is much better than you!"

While chatting, Lin Zhiyuan noticed that Uncle Tao pounded his legs from time to time, and couldn't help but be curious, "Uncle Tao, are your legs uncomfortable?"

"It's nothing, rheumatism, an old problem." Grandpa Tao waved his hand and said nonchalantly, "The Magic City is a bit humid, I'm not used to it."

Thinking that the two old men were quite nice to him, Lin Zhiyuan immediately smiled and said, "I know Mr. Ren from Taihe Hall. Do you want him to treat you?"

"No, no, I've seen a lot of doctors and taken a lot of medicine, but it's no use."

Lin Zhiyuan's mind moved, and he suggested, "Then do you want me to get you two bottles of tiger bone wine?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the two uncles looked over at the same time.

Uncle Tao's eyes lit up, "Really?"

Uncle Li stretched out his hand and began to pound his legs. "Oh, my legs. The humidity in Shanghai is really high. Why do I feel like I have rheumatism?"

Lin Zhiyuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Uncle Li, I can't favor one over the other, you both have it."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Zhihao ran over, shouting, "Brother, brother..."