Siheyuan: Wang Bo's Happy Life

Yan Jiekuang stumbled into the front yard carrying his luggage. Looking at the small house he had been dreaming about day and night, he couldn't help but shed tears.

At this time, Yan Jiekuang saw the old man coming out of the house and couldn't help but rush over and yelled, "Mom!"

Yan Bugui's wife Yang Ruihua saw this dark-skinned beggar and was about to chase him out when she suddenly heard a shout. She looked carefully and saw that it was the third brother!

"Relieve the depression!"

Yang Ruihua hugged her son and burst into tears.

"You've suffered a lot over the past year!"

There are happy people and there are unhappy people.

While Yan Bugui's family was happily having their reunion dinner, Liu Haizhong and his wife were sighing.

"His father, it's been half a year, Yan Jiekuang has come back, why hasn't Guangfu come back yet?"

"Ugh."

Liu Haizhong sighed, "Guangfu is in the Corps. He is nominally a soldier in the Corps, but his relationship belongs to the grassroots company over there, so he can't be transferred back at all."

Liu Haizhong's wife was shocked. "Ah? How could this happen?"

Liu Haizhong continued with a sullen face, "Guangfu is full of educated youth from the old city and Shanghai. Many of their parents are more capable than us, but there is nothing we can do. No one can be transferred. Unless they perform very well and can be promoted to an officer in the army, or apply for medical retirement, they can leave that place."

"Well, what should I do?"

Liu Haizhong's wife lost all strength in her body and cried bitterly with her hands covering her face.

Time passed slowly and it was August. Yu Shui gave birth to a baby boy for Wang Bo.

In the hospital, Wang Bo held his child in his arms, gently touched his little face, and couldn't help laughing.

"Xiaobo, what's the child's name?"

"Call Wang Tao!"

Hearing the name, Yu Shui frowned, "Can you change it?"

Wang Bo thought it would be nice to call him Wang Tao, a grand name that could also be combined with his father's name to form a new word.

But since Yu Shui had spoken, Wang Bo had no choice but to change his name, "Let's call him Wang Nianjia. No matter where this kid goes in the future, he will always miss our home."

Yu Shui was still not satisfied, "Can you change it?"

"Then I'll call you Wang Xiaoer, and your nickname will be Erzi."

The rain made Wang Bo so angry that he kept hitting him.

"Wang Bayi? Wang Jianguo? Wang Kaixuan?"

Hearing that Wang Bo was getting worse and worse, Yu Shui said helplessly: "Let's call Wang Nianjia. I hope this kid doesn't like to torment others like you."

"That's not right. It's a traditional virtue of our Wang family to make trouble for others. How can we lose it? Don't worry, Yushui. I will definitely educate my son well."

Seeing Wang Bo talking nonsense in a serious manner, Yu Shui wanted to get up from the hospital bed and kick him twice.

When Wang Bo and Yu Shui brought the child back home, it caused a sensation in the Siheyuan. After all, this was the only child of a leader's family in the Siheyuan, and everyone couldn't wait to come and send their blessings.

Sha Zhu and Lin Xiu also came over and brought a big red envelope. The little thing woke up at this time and laughed in Lin Xiu's arms.

Wang Bo looked at Sha Zhu, who was standing aside, not sure whether he was looking at the child or Lin Xiu, and said with a smile: "Sha Zhu, when your eldest nephew is one month old, come over early to prepare the table for the banquet."

When Sha Zhu heard Wang Bo ordering him to work, he immediately became unhappy, "Why? Wang Bo, didn't you say you can cook? If you have the ability, do it yourself."

"Since you are his uncle, if you don't do it, the first thing I will teach him is to shave his head in the first month of the lunar year."

Sha Zhu was so angry that he rolled up his sleeves. Lin Xiu quickly called out to Sha Zhu, and he agreed angrily.

Wow, I didn’t realize that Shazhu actually has tracheitis.

At this moment, Liu Haizhong and his wife also walked in, smiled and said some blessings to Wang Bo. Liu Haizhong's wife went to Lin Xiu's side to play with the children, leaving Liu Haizhong standing there moving back and forth.

Seeing that Liu Haizhong was worried, Wang Bo asked casually on this happy day, "Old Liu, what is worrying you so much? Tell me, I might be able to give you some advice."

After listening to Wang Bo's words, Liu Haizhong hesitated for a while, and asked in a rare humble voice: "Uncle, it's my son Guangfu. He is now a soldier in the Corps and can't come back through replacement work. But the conditions over there are so difficult, I'm afraid he can't stand it. Do you have any good ideas to get him back?"

Hearing this, Wang Bo shook his head and said, "Old Liu, Guangfu's situation is very difficult to deal with. Unless he can be ruthless and make me retire due to illness, there is no other way."

Hearing Wang Bo say this, Liu Haizhong was a little upset. "Is Guangfu going to grow rubber in that old forest for the rest of his life?"

Wang Bo was in a good mood today, so he said a few more words, "Old Liu, the revolution will always succeed. You let Guangfu hold on. As long as he doesn't do anything stupid, he will have a chance sooner or later."

What Wang Bo said was not nonsense. The educated youth in the military corps in Yunnan were almost the last in the country to return home, and they had to fight hard to get the opportunity to return home. It was almost 1980, and several years had passed since the Cultural Revolution.

But by that time, some young people had already stayed deep in the mountains forever.

Liu Haizhong nodded and said nothing more.

After Liu Haizhong left, Yan Bugui and Yang Ruihua walked in with smiles on their faces.

"Congratulations, uncle, on the birth of your precious son. May your family be blessed with happiness."

After Yan Bugui finished speaking, he handed Wang Bo a red envelope, which shocked Wang Bo. When did this stingy old man Yan become so generous?

Wang Bo took the red envelope, looked at Yan Bugui and said with a smile: "Old Yan, this gift is quite generous. You have something to ask of me, right?"

"Look at what you said, what can I do?" Yan Bugui pretended to be unhappy and said, "This is for the child. One more gift means one more blessing."

Wang Bo nodded and said in a pretentious manner: "Well, since it's for the child, I'll keep it for him. If you have something else to say, we can talk about it later."

"No, no, no," Yan Bugui quickly pulled Wang Bo back and said with a flattering smile, "Uncle, I really have a small matter."

"You said."

"It's the house in the middle courtyard. Lao Yi can't be found anymore, Guang Fu can't come back either. Now my family is the only one in need. Jie Kuang can't always live with us. You should rent it to me, uncle."

"Row."

Wang Bo did not make things difficult for Yan Bugui, "Old Yan, you have retired and everything is easy, so just enjoy your life."

"Thank you, uncle!"

Yan Bugui rented a house and walked out contentedly, but when he passed by the tricycle parked at Wang Bo's door, it suddenly stopped.

Yan Bugui bent over and looked at the three-wheeled cart carefully. The more he looked, the more confused he became. The more familiar it looked, the more itchy he felt.

A feeling of reunion after a long separation came over Yan Bugui, making him so excited that he could hardly control himself.

This feeling is more intense than when I first saw my own son!

After looking at it for a long time, Yan Bugui suddenly realized that this was the cart that Wang Bo had mortgaged to him.

Yan Bugui hurried into Wang Bo's house and shouted at him, "Xiaobo, why is the tricycle I lost parked in front of your house?!"

Wang Bo slapped his forehead. This tricycle was used to carry rainwater, but he was so happy that he forgot to put it away!