Rebirth 1958: My Home is in Nanluoguxiang

Once a person is in a high position, although he has power, he will also lose something.

For example, friends!

Ever since Chang Zhengyang became the deputy director of the Patent Committee, he found that his peers in the alley kept their distance from him.

Even if we met in the alley, we would just say hello, Director Chang, and then not even dare to breathe.

Among the younger generation, only He Yuzhu and Xu Damao were close to him and could chat with him.

As for He Yuzhu, he still treated him as his brother as always and told him everything he wanted to say.

Xu Damao is interesting. I don't know if he has come to his senses or has been instructed by someone, but he is more relaxed in front of him and always acts like a good brother to outsiders.

Does Chang Zhengyang know what this guy is thinking?

Of course I knew it, but I didn't point it out. No matter how true Xu Damao's brotherhood was, it was better than nothing.

Or maybe Xu Damao was a smart guy. At the end of the year, he didn't know whose connections he used to transfer himself out of the steel mill and join the Yenching Daily as a photographer.

Chang Zhengyang was also surprised when he found out and asked this guy why he transferred to a newspaper.

Upon asking, I found out that since He Yuzhu was promoted to the official deputy director of He, he no longer accepted private banquet work.

Ordinary workers can take private jobs and everyone will turn a blind eye to it, but if cadres do this, they will probably be reported.

Since chef He Yuzhu no longer takes private jobs, their small group can only be disbanded.

From then on, Xu Damao began to think about his future. It happened that Chang Zhengyang became the deputy director of the Patent Committee, and he told everyone that Chang Zhengyang was his good friend.

Is this trick useful?

Of course it is useful, because Chang Zhengyang sometimes says a few words about national policy directions in front of Xu Damao and others.

This kind of information is very useful for middle and low-level cadres. Xu Damao used it to establish connections at a higher level than before, which is why he was able to transfer from the steel rolling mill to the Yanjing Daily.

Although the salary has not increased, the development prospects are different. Photographers can switch to become reporters, and later work in the publicity department.

At the end of the year, Xu Damao's wife gave birth to a daughter. Xu Damao was very depressed. Could it be that he really had to marry the He family's children to in-laws?

The calendar on the wall was getting thinner and thinner. When the last page was torn off and a new calendar was hung up, 1965 came quietly.

"She recovered faster than I thought. Maybe she subconsciously knew she was saved, so she recovered so quickly. This is the instinct of life!"

In the family quarters of Unit 607, Chang Zhengyang put the receiver into his pocket, sighed a few words, and said to the mute Zhang beside him: "Prepare to wake them up tomorrow, you get ready."

"understood!"

Dumb Zhang nodded gently, anticipation welling up in his calm eyes.

It was the next morning, and Chang Zhengyang, who had already arranged the work at the Patent Committee, came to Bai Ma's room again.

It sounds easy to wake up Bai Ma, but only Chang Zhengyang himself knows that it is not an easy task. It is not possible to wake Bai Ma up by just putting her ears close to her and shouting twice.

She had been in suspended animation for more than fifty years, and her consciousness had entered the deepest dormant state, as calm as the thousand-year-old black ice under the snow-capped mountains.

If you do an EEG for her, you will find that it is almost a straight line and it only beats once in a long time.

Only by faking death like this can you delay time to the greatest extent.

The consequence of this is that ordinary drugs and simple sound stimulation cannot wake up Bai Ma.

Following Chang Zhengyang's request, Mute Zhang carried Bai Ma out and placed her on the carpeted floor of the living room, then stepped back to the door and began to guard her silently.

Chang Zhengyang sat cross-legged next to Bai Ma, lit the awakening incense, then stretched out his hand and gently pressed it on Bai Ma's head.

hum...

Inaudible vibrations were transmitted from his fingers to Bai Ma's head.

This was the method he thought of, to gradually activate Bai Ma's brain activity through shock waves.

This is an extremely mentally taxing task, because the human brain is too fragile and can be hurt if you are not careful.

If Chang Zhengyang had not taken the step of refining his brain marrow, he would not have dared to do so.

In this way, this state lasted for three days and three nights, and the subtle buzzing sound echoed in the room for three days and three nights.

"Emma, ​​your child is here to see you!"

"Bai Ma, your child is here to see you!"...

Bai Ma's eyelids trembled slightly. Under the gaze of Dumb Zhang, Bai Ma slowly opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling in confusion...

"Okay, the rest of the time is up to you!"

Chang Zhengyang stood up and swayed twice. He glanced at the dumb Zhang who was feeling uneasy and tightly holding Bai Ma's right hand, shook his head and left quietly.

It turns out that a mute can also be like a child!

"How is Baima?"

"I'm awake now. You're pregnant now. Don't stay outside for too long. It's windy. Come inside quickly."

Shen Qianwen, who was already six months pregnant, rolled her eyes at Chang Zhengyang and said, "I'm not a delicate and weak woman, why are you so nervous? God bless us, Bai Ma can still see her child."

Chang Zhengyang said dissatisfiedly: "What do you mean by God bless you? It was your man, me, who pulled her back from the gates of hell. I'm afraid no one in this world can wake her up except me."

"Be careful not to get your tongue caught in the wind. Have you forgotten the ancestor of your Zhang family?"

"Come on, you're not even a human. I'm talking about humans, not animals. Oh, I'm starving. Is the food ready?"

Only then did Shen Qianwen notice that Chang Zhengyang's lips had turned pale, and she kicked him in anger.

"It's already this late, and you're still so talkative..."

After saying that, she returned to the house. Chang Zhengyang smiled and followed her.

There was a big pot on the stove in the kitchen. Chang Zhengyang opened the lid and saw that it was full of large bones. He picked up one and took a bite. At this moment, 8 was like a starving ghost reincarnated. He ate everything in the pot, which weighed dozens of pounds. In just one stick of incense, he finished all the bones.

After finishing his meal, he stood in the living room again. Half an hour later, he put away his fists and let out a long sigh, saying, "This is really not a job for humans, but..."

Chang Zhengyang walked to the balcony and looked at the white snow outside the window. A group of boys and girls were playing snowball fights downstairs. Ding Sitian led Qiao'er and several other girls, chasing a few boys and throwing snowballs.

"What a crazy girl, just like Lao Wu."

Chang Zhengyang shook his head speechlessly, then looked towards the northeast with a dim gaze, as if he could see through thousands of mountains and rivers, and saw a two-meter-long Qilin sleeping on a stone platform.

"You won't have to wait too long. I have found the direction for a breakthrough."