The door of the courtyard house has been welded dead

Three countries that sit in the United Nations.

Because you love me, I love her, and she doesn't love me, it's like a melodramatic love triangle is unfolding.

The strong smell of vinegar emanating from Brother Su's place was so strong that even Li Feng, who was far away in Beijing, could smell it clearly, and he was already furious.

The two officially divorced, but the other party couldn't wait to take the hand extended by the third party and show off their affection in front of the whole world.

For the original spouse, this is extremely damaging and humiliating. Originally, it was just a quarrel, at most a slap, but now it has reached this point, and she would rather strangle the other party.

The relationship between countries is actually quite similar to that between people; after a divorce, both sides hope that the other is not doing well.

This is Li Feng's understanding: the polar bear must be feeling extremely complicated right now. Of course, the problem reflected in this is that the factory will have to work overtime during the Chinese New Year.

In mid-January, they only issued a joint communiqué, which was almost equivalent to announcing their engagement. However, they quickly got married just over ten days later on January 1st. This shows that...

The polar bear began to roar to the sky, and after angrily straightening up, it smashed the ice surface. The roar echoed from north to south, startling the monkeys who were picking coconuts on the coconut trees.

The frightened monkeys made a shrill chattering sound. Faced with the polar bear's massive body and deep roar, they scratched their heads in frustration, their eyes fixed on the north.

There were not only banana trees everywhere, but also fruit trees growing tangerines. The villagers suffered greatly, as wild monkeys roamed the mountains and forests.

"Ring ring, ring ring~!"

Sitting in front of the stove, holding a large tea mug and enjoying a delicious drink of rock sugar pear water, Li Nan raised her head and looked around.

"Mom, the phone is ringing!"

"Take this call and see who it is."

Hearing her daughter's voice from inside the house, Liu Yin, who was folding the blankets, stopped patting them down and said irritably.

A telephone was installed at home, but few people used it before. As time went by, Liu Yin wanted to remove the telephone, but whenever any relatives in the neighborhood had something to do, they would call this number.

At first, you might have some patience, but over time, even the greatest patience will run out.

"Hello, who are you looking for?"

Li Nan, who had been cheerful, fell silent after hanging up the phone. She touched her lower abdomen and hurriedly walked outside, where she ran into Liu Yin, who was returning with a blanket.

"Who are you looking for? You're pregnant, where are you going?"

Li Nan seemed a bit off; instead of answering her mother Liu Yin's question, she immediately headed towards the back room, as if she were about to leave.

"I'm going to buy a newspaper."

"Buy a newspaper?"

Liu Yin was a little confused by her daughter's words. She was surprised that her daughter had developed a liking for reading books and newspapers.

Standing at the newsstand at the alley entrance, Li Nan looked somewhat flustered amidst the numerous newspaper headlines. In the end, she took a newspaper, paid for it, and brought it back to the Intermediate People's Court.

His anxious gaze swept across each page, as if searching for something, until he saw the title "Ungrateful" on the third page. He plopped down on the edge of Li Hui's bed, staring blankly out the window. Every year-end, especially during the Spring Festival, the soldiers would miss home, and the cultural troupe would regularly arrange for teams to visit and comfort the border outposts.

This habit, which was proposed by his brother Li Feng more than a decade ago, has never been abandoned by the Rongcheng Cultural Troupe. This year, several places that were supposed to visit in the south were all canceled.

When Li Nan left the cultural troupe, he didn't pay much attention. He only heard that there were problems there and it was not easy to go there. For example, the stage design team was assigned to the plateau and a cavalry regiment was sent to perform for them.

But just now, quite unexpectedly, it was Liu Feng who called. His unit was leaving Jianmen Pass and told her to take care of herself at home.

Li Nan didn't want to connect the dots with the changes that had occurred in the performing arts troupe this year, but unfortunately, those were the things that kept popping into her mind.

My husband Liu Feng's unit was only established two or three years ago. There were few veterans and many new recruits. The framework was just being built. Even if there were problems, they should have nothing to do with them.

Training, drills, familiarizing oneself with weapons and equipment, and military subject assessments are all part of the process of quickly developing combat capability, just like the things he did after graduating from military academy.

Just now, Li Nan noticed something was off about Liu Feng's tone on the phone.

There were so many things that didn't seem right. Her brother had returned home looking exhausted, and after finally meeting her, he was giving her his instructions.

“The factory has been working overtime lately, so I have to keep an eye on things. I might not be able to come back as often. As for the things we need for the New Year, you should let Mom buy them. Don’t go shopping.”

Hongxing Factory was a military factory. The only thing Li Nan knew about it was the bulletproof vest he had worn.

Why are people working overtime during the Spring Festival, and even his brother, the factory manager, can't come back?
Thinking of this, Li Nan couldn't help but shudder. She had actually witnessed the carpet bombing by bombers.

"No, no!"

Li Nan's eyes showed some fear. Pregnant women are naturally very sensitive at this time. Her brother works in a military factory, her husband is in the army, and she is also in the army. Coupled with the news in the newspaper, this smart girl seemed to smell the gunpowder.

……

A large iron gate painted gray came into view, and the plaque hanging next to it had been changed, leaving only the words "Factory 787" in large red characters.

Jiang Defu stood at the entrance of the Hongxing Factory. The slightly faded propaganda slogans on the walls facing inward on both sides gleamed white in the sunlight, overlapping and separating from the brand-new red-painted slogans in his memory.

When I left the factory after my on-site work ended, the walls were still painted with the themes of seriousness, tension, unity, and liveliness.

The factory seemed to have changed in some ways, but it also seemed like nothing had changed. Jiang Defu could still recognize the people on duty at the security office, but he always felt that something was missing compared to the past.

Just like the huge changes that have taken place on the streets and alleys, Jiang Defu always felt a little uncomfortable. At first, he thought it was because he was staying in the army that he was not used to it.

But looking at the wall posters inside the factory, which had been painted over with white paint, one could still vaguely see some words hidden beneath the white paint: "Throw the hat of backwardness to the other side of the Pacific Ocean."

The propaganda poster depicting the three representatives of workers, peasants, and soldiers waving their fists on the notice board was also torn down, leaving behind two words: "Down with..."

Jiang Defu then realized where this discomfort came from.

The values ​​he had cultivated in the military over the past few decades were shattered in an instant, as if his spirit had been dealt a heavy blow.

The world is changing rapidly, and the environment outside the military is changing even faster. Certain beliefs that had been held onto for a long time seemed to be shattered at this moment. (End of Chapter)