I am a cripple in the Siheyuan. Who am I afraid of?

Chapter 546: Spring is here again

The crowd grew larger and larger, and soon there were about 40 or 50 people surrounding them. Anyway, these people had nothing but passion to come here from far away. It was not the time for the meeting yet, and they had no worries about food and drink, and nothing to do. They could only join in the fun and wander around. Now that they saw the fun, they were all very excited, thinking that they finally had something to do.

At this moment, they saw their companions actually kneeling down to others, and they all had a natural bias in their hearts and looked at Song Wu with unfriendly eyes.

"Song Wu, please. If my parents have done anything wrong to you, please bear with us and don't blame us. We were just students and we didn't know or understand anything. Please let us go and let us go home."

Song Wu looked at the two of them with great interest, and then looked around. The atmosphere was becoming increasingly heated, and everyone's face seemed to be becoming more and more excited.

Nowadays, if there is a little thing, it is easy for everyone to get excited, regardless of right or wrong. And the worst thing is that they never fight alone, and they always shout and yell for everything, and they have to call a large group of people. The key is that everyone likes to join in the fun, and when someone shouts, others will respond.

There are often fights and even troubles, and when the crowd disperses, most people don't know what happened or what they did.
Song Wu shook his head as he watched Liu Guangtian, who was starting to cry during his performance.

Then, he looked at the faces surrounding him, which were excited and even a little distorted, and began to pretend to reach into his pockets.

Many people thought he was nervous and was taking out a cigarette to relieve stress. Unexpectedly, he took out a medal and carefully pinned it on his chest. Then he reached into his pocket and took out another medal, which he also pinned on his chest. Then, he took out a few certificates. He unfolded them one by one and placed them on his lap.

Although the two medals were of high rank, most people could not understand them. However, anyone who could read could clearly recognize the certificate.

A few people standing in the front of the excited crowd looked at each other and whispered, "What has this person done? How come he is a national model worker and has received special awards?"

Song Wu looked at the people around him, his mouth curled up, and he thought to himself: "The old man insisted on giving a few of these things. I originally said no, thinking it was useless, but I didn't expect it to be so useful. I can save myself the trouble when I encounter such a situation."

He found that the excitement and impulse of the people around him had slowly subsided. Even the eyes looking at him had changed. So, Song Wu no longer paid attention to the people around him, but looked at Liu Guangtian, whose face had changed.

"Guangtian, I'm not criticizing you as your elder brother. You can't be a deserter just because you are afraid of hardship in supporting the Third Front construction. So many people have gone there to contribute to the country's construction, why can't you? Since you promised to shed blood at the beginning, but now you give up halfway, you are a deserter. Don't say anything else. Even if I sympathize with you, I will not help you do wrong things. Take advantage of these few days to walk around Beijing, meet the old leaders, and go back to join the construction of the living motherland. There is a broad world in remote areas, and young people like you are needed to contribute their youth and talents. Work hard."

Unexpectedly, he only said a few words, which actually caused a tsunami of slogans. The group of people who had just surrounded him aggressively now looked at him with eager eyes and full of passion.

Liu Guangtian and Liu Guangfu came inexplicably and left quietly. Song Wu estimated that he would hardly see them again.

This year is neither the fifth nor the tenth year, but due to special reasons, the National Day is still grand and lively, and everyone is very excited. Song Wu finally witnessed the historical moment with his camera.

Time passed quickly amidst the hustle and bustle. However, the compound of No. 95 seemed very peaceful. No matter how many ups and downs every household had experienced outside, once they entered this gate, they could experience a rare kind of peace.

Many people have regarded this place as a spiritual haven to escape the storm. A few years ago, Ling Li dragged his old man to leave, but he was intercepted by Song Wu before he left Beijing. In order to wait for this day, he even bought a suite near the Ling family's mansion and lived there when he had nothing to do, waiting for this day.

In fact, there were early signs that the father and son wanted to leave. The situation in this world was different from before. They didn't make such a big noise, and had been in a passive position in comparison. They were a bit like a trapped beast, so they wanted to escape from the beginning.

Since they didn't even leave Beijing, there was no need to take a plane. So now they are all living a life without worries and reminiscing about the past.

The rest of the things are not something Song Wu can participate in. He can only wait patiently until the storm calms down, until the music ends and people leave, and until spring comes and flowers bloom.

1979. It’s spring again.

In the small courtyard of Huguo Temple, several rows of vegetables are growing green and lush, which is very pleasing to the eye.

I don't know when a small pavilion was built in the middle of the yard.

In the pavilion, Xia was sitting quietly playing the piano. The tune was melodious and the sound of the piano was tinkling.

In the corridor a few steps away from the pavilion, there were two chairs and a square table, where Song Wu and the old leader sat opposite each other.

Qin Huairu was dressed neatly as a chef, holding a plate of food and placing it on the table with a smile on her face.

"You like light food, so please try this dish of boiled cabbage."

The old chief smiled and said to Qin Huairu, "You are just trying to fool those who don't know much about it. I know very well that boiled cabbage is light. It's probably more time-consuming and material-intensive than any other dish. But your cooking skills are really getting better and better. This boiled cabbage is already very presentable."

Song Wu sat opposite him, opened the Maotai bottle, filled the old leader's glass, and said with a smile: "I specially arranged for her to make this dish. I asked her to give you less meat and other things, because I was afraid that you would have difficulty chewing because of your weak teeth."

The old leader glared at Song Wu and said unhappily, "You are always making fun of me. Although I am over 80, I can feel that my body is better than a few years ago. At that time, I could still feel that many parts of my body were uncomfortable. How can I still feel that now? In the past, we always said, live a hundred years, live a hundred years. I didn't expect that this would happen to me."

As he spoke, he picked up the glass of Moutai and drank it all in one gulp. He looked as hearty and generous as when he was young and strong. "Oh, your Moutai is from 1958. It has the old taste. Song Wu, didn't you say it was gone a long time ago? Why are you taking it out again? How much do you have left?"

(End of this chapter)