Siheyuan: Since 51

Hu Yi picked up the sack and whispered, "I can wear casual clothes, I'm sure they won't notice it."

Wu Xia curled her lips and scolded with a smile, "Okay, you're blaming me now."

Get in the car and go.

After more than half an hour, the jeep slowly drove into Miliangku Hutong.

It was a rare opportunity for the old political commissar to take a half-day break, and Wu Xia hurried over after hearing about this situation.

As soon as you enter the yard, you will see puying right in front of you.

Wu Xia walked forward with a smile, "Sister-in-law, long time no see."

Pu Ying held Wu Xia's right hand and complained with a smile: "How dare you say that? It's been nearly half a year since I returned to Beijing, and I haven't seen you come to visit me."

"Isn't this because I'm afraid of disturbing you and the political commissar?"

"Why bother you? He's busy with his own things. We two sisters can chat."

As he spoke, Pu Ying saw Wu Xia holding a sack in her left hand and frowned slightly.

"What did you bring? If I don't tell you about his temper, don't you know? Do you want to be scolded?"

Wu Xia said casually, "Oh, it's not worth much."

Enter the living room.

The political commissar sat at the table, took a puff of cigarette, and said with a smile: "Xiao Wu, I am so happy that you came to see me, but ha, it is your fault if you bring something here."

Wu Xia put the sack on the ground and said with a smile: "Political Commissar, two bottles of tiger bone wine to help you recover."

"Really?" The political commissar waved his hand, "Bring it here so I can have a look."

Wu Xia took out a box of tiger bone wine from the sack and slowly placed it on the table.

The pine wood box was inconspicuous. The political commissar had a slight smile on his face. When he opened the box and saw the bluestone bottle, his smile disappeared.

"It's so detailed, the mountain tiger is so lifelike, it looks just like the real thing."

As he spoke, the political commissar glanced at the wooden box again and chuckled, "You are so thoughtful. It has such a good meaning. I will accept it now, but don't do this next time."

"As long as you like."

Pu Ying was a little surprised when she saw this, and couldn't help laughing: "It's rare that you know how to accept it. However, no matter how good the tiger bone wine is, you can't drink too much."

"Hahaha." The political commissar laughed a few times. "This wooden box is the best. It's very comfortable. As for the wine..."

She didn't stay too long. After chatting for about an hour, Wu Xia said goodbye.

As the end of the year approaches, Wu Xia takes Qin Huairu and Chu Xiaoying to prepare New Year's goods.

For two consecutive Sundays, they went shopping and Lin Zhihao turned himself into a follower, or a porter.

January 1th, the 25st day of the twelfth lunar month.

When Lin Jialiang returned from the Northeast, his guard Gao Ziyue drove the car and stopped two alleys west of the courtyard.

Lin Jialiang had already changed into casual clothes, jumped out of the car, took a large sack from the back seat, and waved his hand.

"Xiao Gao, go back to the dormitory!"

Gao Ziyue frowned, "Commander, how about I help you send it back?"

"Go, go, go, come home with me if you want to have a meal, you are so beautiful."

Lin Jialiang cursed with a smile, and took out an envelope from his arms, "Take it, send some money home. We have a meeting in the next few days, so we will meet here early in the morning."

After sending Gao Ziyue away, Lin Jialiang carried the sack, humming a song, and walked towards the courtyard.

Listening carefully, it sounds quite familiar.

"In 1937, the Japanese invaded the Central Plains..."

As soon as I entered the gate, I ran into Yan Bugui.

He adjusted his glasses and asked in surprise, "Brother Lin, you're back?"

As he spoke, he sighed, "Where are you going on business? You'll be gone for half a year. I think you can apply to your boss for help. For a couple, long-term separation is a big problem."

Looking at Yan Bugui's eyes, staring at the sack, Lin Jialiang chuckled.

"Okay, Brother Yan, I just came back from a long distance, so I'm going home first."

After saying that, he turned right and headed straight for the small courtyard.

Little Shufan was wearing a thick cotton coat and trousers, looking like a little round ball, having fun in the yard.

On the steps at the door, Wu Xia, Qin Huairu, and Chu Xiaoying were basking in the sun.

Lin Manyu, He Yushui, and Xu Xiaoling surrounded Xiao Shufan.

When he caught a glimpse of Lin Jialiang, Xiao Shufan stopped abruptly, tilted his head, and stared at him for two seconds.

Lin Jialiang raised the corner of his mouth and raised his eyebrows, "Little Shufan, you didn't even call me grandpa when you saw me."

"grandfather?"

Xiao Shufan had forgotten about it long ago. He murmured and glared, "I don't know him."

After saying that, he turned around and ran towards Wu Xia and the other two, "Grandma, Mom, Aunt Xiaoying, there are people here."

Lin Manyu showed a happy expression, jumped forward and greeted, "Second Uncle."

He Yushui and Xu Xiaoling also hurriedly greeted him, "Uncle Lin."

"Yeah." After agreeing, Lin Jialiang strode forward.

Wu Xia picked up little Shufan and went forward, followed closely by Qin Huairu and Chu Xiaoying.

"Liangzi, what are you carrying in this sack?"

"Second uncle."

"uncle."

The three of them spoke almost at the same time.

"A little Northeastern specialty." After saying that, Lin Jialiang winked at Xiao Shufan again, "Xiao Shufan, I really am your grandpa."

Xiao Shufan looked at Wu Xia suspiciously, then at Qin Huairu. Seeing both of them nodded, he looked at Lin Jialiang, "Grandpa? I don't remember anything."

After sending the sack to the kitchen, they returned to the house and sat down on the sofa.

After chatting for a while, Wu Xia asked, "Why are you so late? Didn't you say you would be back in the middle of the month?"

Lin Jialiang and the little Shufan in his arms were playing while casually responding, "Well, the third child of the brigade commander was just born, and he couldn't bear to leave, so he stayed a few more days."

Wu Xia raised her eyebrows and said, "Oh, this is a happy event. This is the fourth child of the brigade commander's family, right?"

"That's right. If it weren't for the commendation meeting, I don't think the brigade commander would be willing to run."

Wu Xia couldn't help but laugh, "If you ask me, the brigade commander would rather do his job than attend any commendation conference."

"I really let you say that, and you're still cursing."

"Hahaha."

With a hearty smile, Wu Xia changed the subject, "Should we move to the compound? If our comrades come, it will be inconvenient here because there will be too many people and too many eyes."

Lin Jialiang thought for a moment and said, "No, it's not troublesome enough. I will try not to bring it to the hospital when the time comes."

"Think about it carefully. There will be a meeting in a few days. Many people should come to Beijing in the next two days."

"It's okay, everyone has two friends."

Lin Jialiang waved his hand and said, "When the time comes, if someone really wants to come, they won't show off in military uniforms."

That night, the family gathered together and had a happy meal.

Three days later, early in the morning, it was still dark.

After washing up, Mr. and Mrs. Lin Jialiang each carried a cloth bag, turned into the small courtyard, and went out from the east gate.

On the road.

Wu Xia smiled bitterly, "Don't tell me, it's really inconvenient. I have to find a place to change clothes."

"Just get over it. We'll both be transferred after the New Year, so there's no need to mess around in the capital. Take this time to spend more time with them!"

Wu Xia was startled and asked anxiously, "Is it settled?"

Lin Jialiang nodded. "The brigade commander said something similar, but the exact month after the New Year is uncertain."

In the evening, the two returned to the courtyard as if nothing had happened.

Although he doesn't have to go to work in Beijing, Lin Jialiang is not idle either. He goes out for gatherings almost every day.

Saturday, morning.

The Propaganda Department had just finished its year-end summary meeting, and Lin Zhiyuan returned to the office. Before he could even sit down, Gao Ziyue arrived.