Rebirth: 1977

"Oh, ma'am, walk slower, ma'am, luckily I didn't get caught!"

A middle-aged woman in her forties spoke standard Beijing-accented Mandarin.

She quickly looked at the 'culprit' Tang Qizheng, her eyes full of condemnation.

Tang Qizheng also felt guilty. He did such rude behavior occasionally.

Normally, if others do this, they will be scolded by him.

"sorry Sorry!"

He quickly stood up and apologized.

Tang Qizheng had been coming and going to the capital several times, and he could clearly distinguish the accents of the people in the capital.

Besides, when Shi Junshan first came to Panjiawan, he spoke in this tone.

He walked out of the door and looked at the few people at the door curiously, wondering in his heart.

Especially the woman who was called "Madam" seemed to be a "noble person" from a wealthy family in the capital.

It's just that his face looks a little unhealthy.

Mid-April is the best season of spring.

Both the scenery and the temperature make people feel very comfortable.

"Are you from the capital? Are you here to visit relatives or friends?"

Office work? It doesn't look like it.

There is no such thing as "spring outing" in this era.

Even schools arrange students to visit the tombs of martyrs every Qingming Festival.

Or visit the Martyrs Memorial Hall.

As the director of the revolutionary committee of a brigade, it was completely reasonable for him to care about strangers who came from afar.

A few years ago, the militia might have been called in to investigate.

There were four people in the group, three women and one man.

It was Wen Yujie, the nannies Aunt Mao, Xiao Fang, and one of the family's orderlies.

The scar on Wen Yujie's head has been covered by the hair that has grown out. Her hair has not grown back yet, so she can only wear a hat.

He wore a pair of sunglasses on his eyes.

At this moment, she was staring blankly at the long wooden sign hanging at the door of Tang Qizheng's office.

The words on it have been exposed to wind and rain, and the paint is mottled, but the words written on it can still be read clearly.

They went right. This is the office of the Revolutionary Committee of the Unity Brigade.

Wen Yujie woke up when she was in Hong Kong Island and heard a lot about what happened to her intermittently.

There are also people and things related to Xiao Shui.

She even secretly visited Zi Lan who had just given birth to a child.

This is what Xiao Shui kept calling the girl.

A very cute girl who was lucky enough to give birth to twins.

Looking at it, she knew that the young couple had a very good relationship.

She was supposed to be the person she was closest to, but now, she could only sneak around and avoid many people before she could come and take a look.

"Hello, are you Director Tang Qizheng?"

Wen Yujie was already familiar with this name.

She investigated all the people around Xiao Shui who had helped him.

The family thought she had "selective amnesia" and did not dare to touch those painful things.

She also felt that she was "unable to face" the relatives around her, so everyone was cautious not to mention the "abcess" belonging to the Yun family.

The anger and dissatisfaction that Wen Yujie once felt toward her "darling daughter Tingting" slowly turned into sourness and guilt toward her family.

Whether it was 'anger' or 'guilt', they all contributed to her trip.

She made up her mind to make this trip to see the place where her biological son once lived.

Listen to the people here and talk about what that kid experienced when he was a child.

'Tang Qizheng, Director of the Brigade Revolutionary Committee', is the father of the current top commander of the Beijing Garrison District.

She had heard this man say many times that he had helped Xiao Shui, and their relationship was still maintained.

Tang Qizheng never imagined that a visitor from the capital thousands of miles away would actually recognize him?

"I am Tang Qizheng. How do you know me, madam?"

Are you here for your son?

It seems impossible.

"Can you please go in and sit down and talk slowly?"

Wen Yujie discussed in a gentle tone.

"Oh, yes, yes, please come in and sit. It's just that our rural area is quite dirty and messy, so please don't mind."

Tang Qi was stuffing all the bits and pieces on the desk into the drawer, and then wiped the desk stool with a towel.

"Sit down, I'll get someone to make tea for you."

He did have a few cups here, but the tea stains on them were so thick that the color of the cups could not be seen clearly.

I really can't do anything to entertain guests.

"Director Tang, I'm sorry, we came uninvited and we have to trouble you.

We are from the capital. My family--the man's name is Yunzhe, and he works in the army. "

Yunzhe from the capital?

Yunzhe in the army?

Tang Qizheng is not a rural person who knows nothing about it. He is an insider who knows that the Yun family in the capital is Xiaoshui's biological parents.

Moreover, his son has been promoted step by step in the army. Now that he has arrived in the capital, he also knows several military leaders in the army who are related to Xiao Shui.

"Oh, it's Mrs. Yun. I've heard of it. I heard my son mention Chief Yun."

Tang Qizheng couldn't pretend not to know. People had already come to his door. The purpose was unclear, but he couldn't pretend to be confused.

"Director Tang, have you heard about me and Yun Zhe?"

Wen Yujie asked softly.

Tang Qizheng was a little entangled in his heart. Xiao Shui had no 'parents' to recognize. He could neither offend him nor help him recognize them.

"I have been to the capital and heard my son Tang Chusheng mention Chief Yun as one of the chiefs he respects."

A trace of sadness flashed across Wen Yujie's face, and then she frankly told her purpose of coming this time:

"Director Tang, I believe you must already know that Yunzhe and I are Xiaoshui's biological parents.

It's just that we didn't recognize him home in time, so we broke the child's heart. "

Tang Qizheng couldn't accept this topic. He didn't know what Xiaoshui's mother was doing here.

To convince Xiao Shui through his own "curve to save the country"?

That's definitely not possible. Xiao Shui has his own opinions, but just from what he heard, the Yun family refuses to let the fake daughter leave, so he won't help.

"Don't worry, Director Tang, I won't embarrass you.

I'm here this time just to hear what you guys said about how Xiaoshui's child lived when he was a child.

I also want to see where he lived. "

Tang Qizheng could see that what the woman in front of him said was from the bottom of his heart, and was not here to make someone miserable. He had a slight fondness for her in his heart and couldn't help but sigh:

"If Xiaoshui had just arrived in the capital and you had done this as soon as you knew his identity, it would be impossible for the child to be cold-hearted towards you.

Xiaoshui, what a good child he is!

Now that you know it, what’s the point?

It's a waste of time to make yourself unhappy. "

Tang Qizheng still didn't know Ye Tianshui's new identity now, but he still felt sorry for him. His biological parents came from such a good family, but the child was so stubborn that he refused to recognize his relatives because he was ignored.

"Thank you, Director Tang. I already know that you have helped Xiao Shui many times. Yun Zhe and I will keep this kindness in our hearts."

As she said this, she signaled Aunt Mao to take out a red envelope and hand it to Tang Qizheng.

"These are just our thoughts, I hope you accept them."

Tang Qizheng quickly refused:

"Your understanding is too one-sided. Although I have helped Xiao Shui with some things, you may not know that my grandson's life was saved by Xiao Shui.

Also, Xiao Shui is indispensable for my Chu Sheng’s promotion.

He also brought us together to do business and make money. After all, it was our Tang family and our in-laws, the Pan family, who owed Xiaoshui a favor that could never be repaid. "