Wang Honghua seemed to know what he was thinking, and touched his head in love:
"Actually, you have done a good job, but many things cannot be controlled by us, such as natural disasters, birth, old age, sickness and death!"
Speaking of this, Wang Honghua pointed to the low shanty towns around: "Tangcheng is a relatively developed industrial city. This place must have been the case before, right?"
Ye Yuze nodded. Wang Honghua pulled down her hair and continued:
"This is something that we humans cannot resist. Even if we can know in advance, it will at most save some people's lives. But can this place keep its original appearance?"
Ye Yuze fell into deep thought. He admitted that he had a cowardly side in his personality and seemed strong. In fact, he didn't dare to face many things at all.
Speaking of this, Wang Honghua was a little moved and stretched out her hand to put her arms around Ye Yuze's shoulder: "You have really done a lot. If it weren't for you, my sister would have become a small landfill in the mountains of northern Xinjiang long ago.
Ye Yuze hugged Wang Honghua's arm, and was also a little scared.
Wang Honghua continued to tell: There is also the pencil case factory in Lianli and Aunt Meihua’s bedding factory. Without you, you wouldn’t be what you are now.”
Ye Yuze looked up at Wang Honghua. He knew what his sister was saying: "Sister, don't worry, I won't have anything to do. I just don't want to see there again!"
Wang Honghua was also silent for a while, and emphasized her tone:
"My past is even more unbearable than you, but so what? No matter what, you are also a child of the Corps, and this fact cannot be changed. Can you really let go of the place where you gave birth to and raised you? Chinese people pay attention to roots. People without roots are like dandelions, which dissipate when the wind blows."
These words made Ye Yuze's mood fluctuate a little, and he couldn't help but hold Wang Honghua's hand tightly. Wang Honghua frowned and did not pull it out, although her fingers were already very painful.
For a long journey, neither of them spoke. Tangcheng had already built a new city to the north, and Ye Yuze lived in a collapsed area. He felt uncomfortable and had basically given up on building a building.
People living here will move out sooner or later, so ZF has no plan for the environment here. The roadside is covered with weeds, and even the corner houses are covered with weeds.
Wang Honghua was a little cold. After going to college, she was no longer used to wearing the bloated cotton jacket of Northern Xinjiang. At this moment, she was just a red sweater and a tweed jacket. This was what Ye Yuze bought for her before.
He felt Wang Honghua tremble a little, and Ye Yuze let go of her hands and found that she had been pinched white. He quickly rubbed her with both hands.
"Sister, have you been hurt?"
Wang Honghua held his hand with her back: "Yuze, it's nothing to hurt your hands. Don't make your sister feel distressed!"
Ye Yuze was shocked. These words were very light and heavy! It made him almost breathless for a moment.
Yes, Yinhua is gone. I feel guilty, but there are so many friends over there. Don’t they feel sorry for me?
But now he has exiled himself, has he ever cared about the feelings of those people? He is sorry for one person anymore, so he can't be sorry for everyone, right? That's called selfishness!
Thinking of this, Ye Yuze said depressedly: "I understand, sister, but I really don't want to go back now."
Wang Honghua smiled: "I didn't force you to go back, I just told you that we are all children of the Corps. It is impossible to give up there forever."
Meihua was looking for clothes through boxes and cabinets. There were three children, and each of them made new clothes was a considerable expense. She felt a little distressed. The family had no money, and Ye Yuze gave him the deposit when she went back. The child did not mention this on the phone. It was probably because she had spent it.
She kept every child’s clothes that were not worn by bad ones and was ready to wear for the younger ones. This is the tradition of the Chinese people, and it has been like this from generation to generation.
Of course, it will be completely different in later generations. No one will wear old clothes for their children.
When she turned to the bottom of the box, Meihua suddenly saw the passbook. This was left for herself by her son when she left. She didn't care about it at that time. She reached out and picked it up and opened it, and was stunned for a moment! Then she quickly closed it, as if she was stimulated.
After a while, she felt that she might be dazzled, so she rubbed her eyes with her hands and then opened the passbook again: "Single, ten, hundreds, thousands, ten thousand."
She pointed at the numbers above with her fingers and counted them carefully, counting them three times in a row, and realized that she had counted correctly.
"Where did this little bastard get so much money?"
Meihua cursed in her heart and began to carefully recall what her son might have made money. Finally, she was sure that it was the time to sell leather shoes.
More than 10,000 yuan was really an astronomical figure at that time, especially for ordinary families. However, plum blossoms are also the kind of people who have seen the world. After all, Yu Laogui came out of the company and took out 10,000 yuan at once to pay the party dues.
Thinking about this, plum blossoms became more at ease. She knew the inside story of leather shoes, no matter how much money her son earned, it would definitely not be illegal.
But this matter must not be known to the old man. That guy's mind is relatively progressive. If he paid the royalties, he would not be able to find a place to cry.
Then, for the whole night, plum blossoms did nothing and kept looking for a safe place. It was not until midnight that she was exhausted to put herself on the bed.
Before I fell asleep, I was still wondering whether the rich people were like this? I spent all my time hiding money.
"Dad, please help me. I need to know Ye Yuze's address, otherwise I won't study!" Zhao Ling'er pouted and begged to Deputy Commander Zhao, half serious and half coquettishly.
Deputy Commander Zhao scratched his head, his daughter was his heart. He grew up so old that he had never disobeyed his daughter except for the matter in principle.
But what I said about this really doesn’t count! That’s someone else’s address. I can’t force Ye Wancheng to hand over his father-in-law’s address as a leader, right?
"Dingling!"
At this time, the phone suddenly rang, and Deputy Commander Zhao was a little nervous. The call in the middle of the night must have been to him. Did something happen to the division?
Deputy Commander Zhao calmed down and picked up the microphone: "Hey, I am Lao Zhao, is there anything wrong?"
This is the habit of leaders answering calls. Ordinary people will ask you first, who are you looking for?
But the leader likes to directly report his name and wait for others to tell the reason for calling.
But before he could hear a few words, Deputy Commander Zhao cursed:
"You little bastard, do you think you can't do anything if you run to Tangcheng to get labor and capital? Are your parents here? Do you believe it or not, I will send someone to catch you back?"
Hearing the words Tang Cheng, Zhao Ling'er's ears had already risen. Although the sound on the other side of the receiver was a little distorted, Zhao Ling'er suddenly realized who it was. She snatched the microphone and cursed:
Chapter completed!