Rebirth of Everyday Life In the 1970s

Song Fengchen turned around.

Next to the stone lion under the steps of the hospital, the middle-aged man in the tunic suit who had just seen him in the ward came over unhurriedly. Behind him were three serious young men, who should be bodyguards.

"Comrade Chen?" Song Fengchen remembered that Wen Tingwen called him at that time.

Chen Bingwen stood one meter away from Song Fengchen and bowed his body.

Song Fengchen nodded slightly, regarded as a courtesy, thought for a while, and said, "Mr. Chen has seen me before?"

Chen Bingwen smiled and said, "That's not true."

Song Fengchen looked at him and expressed his willingness to hear the details.

A hot wind blew, Chen Bingwen covered his mouth and coughed twice, his face rose a little pale, and the young man standing next to his left hand quickly unscrewed the water bottle in his hand and handed it up.

Chen Bingwen pushed away the young man's hand, barely suppressing his discomfort, "I'm sorry."

He eased his breath and continued the topic just now: "Zhao Chugong of Dong County is my subordinate. Half a month ago, I heard him talk about Mr. Song."

"So that's it." Song Fengchen nodded.

Chen Bingwen paused and continued: "I originally planned to visit Mr. Song in a few days, but I didn't expect to see you here at Director Meng."

"But?" He hesitated a little, his eyes fell on the trash can next to him.

Song Fengchen chuckled and said: "Not to mention taking people's money and eliminating disasters. Not to mention that the money is not clean, and it is hot."

"That's it." Chen Bingwen's eyes flickered slightly.

Song Fengchen bluntly said: "Mr. Chen is waiting here for a special trip, he will never come to me to chat."

Chen Bingwen smiled unabatedly on his face: "I do want to ask Mr. Song for something. But it is getting late today, and Mr. Song is coming from Dongxian again. It is inevitable that the boats and cars will be tired all the way, so I don’t disturb Mr. Song for a rest. , I will visit again tomorrow, what do you think of Mr. Song?"

"Yes." Song Fengchen nodded and said.

Chen Bingwen asked: "Where does Mr. Song plan to stay tonight?"

Song Fengchen turned to look at Zhou Haochang.

Zhou Haochang said unconsciously: "It's in the guest house."

"Okay." Chen Bingwen said: "Then it's settled."

Yang City is a strong industrial city with the highest rank in the provincial banquet. As a guest house on the outside of Yang City, it is naturally built and magnificent. The six-story small western-style building is a landmark building in Yang City.

Zhou Haochang took out the letter of introduction and two dollars and handed it to the waiter behind the bars: "A double room."

Under the dim light, the waiter flipped through the letter of introduction and looked at the two back and forth again. Then he lowered his head: "Zhou Haochang, Song Fengchen, the charge is two yuan, room number 317...the public toilets and bathhouses are all located. On the third floor, take a meal and go to the sixth floor, bring your own food stamps and cash, and turn off the lights on time at 8 o’clock in the evening..."

After speaking, the waiter photographed the written receipt and the room key on the letter of introduction on the counter.

It was not until Song Fengchen came back from the shower that Zhou Haochang finally came back to his senses.

He looked at Song Fengchen, who was trimming his toenails, with a complex expression on his face, and couldn't help but say, "Comrade Song and Song?"

"Huh?" Song Fengchen didn't look up.

"What did you say in the hospital just now?" Zhou Haochang opened his mouth and didn't know what to say.

Song Fengchen put away the scissors, put on the socks, and said, "I didn't lie to them."

Zhou Haochang was taken aback, and he was inexplicably relieved.

Then I heard Song Fengchen continue to say: "I just said that what Dr. He said made sense, but I didn't say that what he said was right."

He put on his slippers and planned to go to the toilet to wash the scissors.

"What's the meaning?"

Zhou Haochang reacted and subconsciously struck a spirit.

In other words, Wen Tingwen is his old classmate, if it weren't for Wen Tingwen as his backer, how could he have the current scenery of Zhou Haochang.

With emotion and reason, he couldn't just watch Wen Tingwen die.

Thinking of this, Zhou Haochang shook his head, chased out the door, and shouted at Song Fengchen's back: "Comrade Song, I'm going to have a meal, what do you want to eat?"

"It's okay." Song Fengchen answered from a distance, with an inexplicable odor in his voice.

The next morning, Chen Bingwen came to the door as scheduled.

Chen Bingwen led Song Fengchen directly to the sixth floor of the guest house. The director of the guest house greeted him. The two complimented each other, and the other party directly led them into a luxuriously furnished box.

When the idlers and others all retreated, Chen Bingwen brought up the teapot and poured Song Fengchen a cup of tea: "Mr. Song, please!"

Song Fengchen picked up the tea cup, and the dark green plump tea leaves settled on the bottom of the cup.

He took a sip, and the strong bitterness diffused in his mouth, the tea would slide down his throat, and a sweetness rushed to the tip of his tongue.

"This tea?"

Chen Bingwen followed and took a sip of tea: "Pu'er tea for 24 years."

"Good tea!" Song Fengchen commented: "It's just that the water is not good."

Chen Bingwen said helplessly: "No way, the water quality of the mountain springs around Yang City is not very good."

The two chatted slowly like old friends they hadn't seen for a long time.

"Right," Song Fengchen put down the tea cup in his hand: "I don't know what Mr. Chen does?"

Chen Bingwen said: "It's just doing some smuggling business."

Song Fengchen raised his eyebrows.

Chen Bingwen said with a smile: "Our current director of the Reform Committee of Riviera, Lieutenant General Wei Deren, is my distant cousin. I just run errands for him."

"The military camp on the Mianshan side has received a lot of reform-through-labor prisoners, all of whom have returned from overseas, so I don't know what to say."

"There are a few laboratories for them at the barracks, but they are all the masters of the money, and they can't get in... You can't embezzle military expenses, there's no way..."

Lu Bingwen said vaguely, but Song Fengchen heard it really.

He nodded. During the great turmoil, all parties in society were violently impacted, but the army was not affected. Thanks to the older generation of revolutionaries who tried their best to defend this pure land.

It is precisely because of this that, in this catastrophe, although the country of China was precarious, it has always stood firm. At the same time, because the army took action to bless many downed intellectuals, the country has made great achievements in all aspects.

"Mr. Chen Gaoyi!"

Chen Bingwen shook his head and smiled even more in his eyes: "Mr. Song is ridiculously complimented, and I'm just eating a mess."

Wen Jianjian's words are almost the same, Song Fengchen asked: "So why is Mr. Chen here for?"

The smile on Chen Bingwen's face gradually dissipated. He also put down the tea cup in his hand, looked at Song Fengchen, and said with a serious face: "I wonder if Mr. Song has ever heard of the three words "Creative Foundation!"

Sure enough!

Song Fengchen recites: "Send a blessing bell in the mountains, and blessings come from a good day. Three sounds of landing determine his fate, and the magic of Feng Shui will change the future."

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The days of eating and drinking have begun again!