Rebirth 1958: My Home is in Nanluoguxiang

Ever since Chang Zhengyang came back from King Xian's Tomb, he has become like a stay-at-home, staying at home all day, occasionally going to the bureau, and living a reclusive life.

The reason for this is simply because the old man's health is not as good as before.

Even after his treatment, the 82-year-old man still has sharp eyes and ears, a clear mind, and can even take a walk in his spare time.

But the old man is 82 years old after all. Ordinary people at this age should have been enjoying their retirement.

Chang Zhengyang tried to persuade the old man many times, saying that children and grandchildren will have their own blessings, and you have worked hard for the people all your life, can you continue to work hard forever?

It's time to let go. With her care, it will be easy for you to live a long life.

It’s a pity that every time Chang Zhengyang finished speaking, the old man would just smile and promise to work for another year.

As long as he works for another year, he promises to retire!

Year after year. Year after year, Chang Zhengyang saw it with his own eyes, and was anxious in his heart, but he could not say anything when the words came to his lips, and he could only silently prepare medicine for the old man.

People have three treasures: essence, energy and spirit. Chang Zhengyang knew very well that no matter how good the medicine he prepared was, it could only replenish the old man's essence, but not his spirit.

To be precise, it is not that it cannot be replenished, but that the replenishment cannot keep up with the consumption.

The future of the vast nine provinces, billions of people, and the giant ship of China all require the old man's consideration.

Unless Fei Chang Zhengyang can find the legendary peaches and ginseng fruit, he can only watch the old man's spirit become exhausted day by day, and he can do nothing about it.

In fact, Chang Zhengyang could clearly feel that many people were secretly interfering with him.

Let’s not talk about anything else, just the work of the bureau, especially the bureau’s work in the local areas, is often interfered with by unknown forces.

Although the confidentiality level of Bureau 404 is very high, as the saying goes, "A goose leaves a voice when it passes, and a person leaves a trace when he passes." Bureau 404 has been operating for so many years that it is actually well-known in some departments.

Chang Zhengyang knew very well that the reason why the work in the bureau was being disrupted was simply because some people wanted to distract his attention or even get him out of Yanjing.

The purpose of these people is very simple, they just want the old man to not get the best treatment and want him to pass away sooner.

Therefore, Chang Zhengyang resolutely refused to go as they wished. He was determined to be a stay-at-home, hiding in Yanjing and never leaving the red walls.

As for the work in the bureau, he actually doesn't care about it. It's just the shackles he put on himself. If he wants to remove it, he can remove it at any time. The reason why you have to remove it now is because the old man is still here!

……

Zheng Yaoxian has been sitting alone in the office for a whole day and night.

The sunlight shone through the window onto his face, as if awakening a confused soul. His eyes moved twice with difficulty, and his gaze finally fell on the letter in his hand.

He had held the letter in his hand for a day and a night, and it had already become wrinkled.

He held up the letter, squinted his eyes and read the contents for a while, muttering to himself: "How can you be a shadow? How can you be a shadow? This is such a fucking joke!"

Zheng Yaoxian muttered to himself for a moment, then picked up the lighter on the table and burned the letter.

When the letter completely turned into ashes in front of his eyes, Zheng Yaoxian's face returned to its usual calm. He first washed his face, ate a few bites, and then went to the inner room to take a nap.

After catching up on his sleep, Zheng Yaoxian first dealt with the things at hand one by one. After three days of hard work, he handed over everything he could, and then sent a telegram to Chang Zhengyang.

After receiving his telegram, Chang Zhengyang was silent for a long time before he agreed to the other party's request to apply for retirement.

……

A white passenger plane slowly stopped at the newly built Yanjing Airport. Zheng Yaoxian, dressed simply, walked down from the plane carrying a tattered wicker box.

"Is this the Capital Airport that was just built this year? It's so grand and great!"

Zheng Yaoxian looked at the tall, modern terminal in the distance, as well as the energetic and enthusiastic airport staff. Listening to the passionate "The East is Red" coming from afar, his eyes became moist.

"Old comrade, please don't stand here and affect other people's entry and exit."

"Oh, oh, sorry, I just got some sand in my eye."

Zheng Yaoxian quickly wiped his eyes and left the airport with other passengers.

Sitting on the bus, Zheng Yaoxian clearly felt that the bus under his butt was running very smoothly. This was not only because the road was flat, but also because the quality of the bus was good enough.

Compared with the clanging buses ten years ago, the bus he took today was much more comfortable.

He remembered that the car logo he saw before getting on the car was Yanjing Automobile Factory, right?

"It's great that the quality of cars in our country is so good."

Zheng Yaoxian muttered to himself, tilted his head, and looked greedily at everything outside the window.

The streets were full of cyclists, and from time to time you could see a motorcycle whizzing by. The pedestrians had ruddy faces, and their clothes were no longer patched like the ones he had seen ten years ago.

There were neatly arranged buildings on both sides of the road, and there were many more shops along the street than he had seen ten years ago.

"It's great that everyone can now have enough food to eat and good clothes to wear. I never thought that after ten years, the country has achieved such great development..."

Zheng Yaoxian was surprised to find that the urban area of ​​Yanjing had expanded a lot. He remembered that when he left Yanjing ten years ago, the area in the northern suburbs was still farmland after passing the city gate.

But now he saw many factories and residential buildings. When he stood in the family quarters of No. 607, he had already become numb.

What a change!

"Lao Zheng? Why are you back?"

Zheng Yaoxian looked at Han Bing, who was wearing reading glasses. After his cheeks twitched, he forced out a smile and said, "I'm retired!"

blah blah blah!

Han Bing dropped the basket in her hand to the ground, then picked it up in a panic and smiled at Zheng Yaoxian, "Great, you're finally back. Have you eaten? I just bought some vegetables. Let's go home and I'll cook for you."

"Well, I haven't eaten the Bobo Chicken you made for ten years."

"What a coincidence! We just happen to have a chicken at home. It was given to Qiao'er by her mother-in-law when she came from the country to visit the child a few days ago."

"Qiao Er, is she okay?"

As soon as Han Bing mentioned Qiao'er, Zheng Yaoxian's face softened immediately. Although Chang Zhengyang often sent him letters and photos of Qiao'er, they hadn't seen each other for ten years after all. His concern for his daughter was growing all the time.

"Qiao'er is fine. She is now a March 8th Red Flag Bearer in the institute. She is so busy every day that she can't even take care of her children. Qiuhe and I pick her up from school and cook for her..."