With the spiritual spring space, rebirth in the red era

"Hubby, wake up, husband..."

Xue Ming was sleeping soundly in bed, as his son had been making a fuss all night yesterday. It was not until 4:30 in the morning that his son finally fell asleep.

"Hubby, it's time to go to work." Zhao Xue gently shook Xue Ming's arm and called him several times, but he couldn't wake up.

Looking back at his sleeping son, he couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"You little brat, don't you feel sorry for your father? Do you know how hard your father works?"

At this time, Liu Yue'e gently pushed open the door and whispered, "Is the child's father still asleep? Guoxing is here to call him to work."

Zhao Xue shook her head, stood up and walked to her mother-in-law: "Mom, Xiaoyu made a fuss all night yesterday, and my husband just went to bed."

"Oh, this little brat doesn't know how to be caring towards my dear grandson." Liu Yue'e complained to Xue Haoyu in a low voice.

Then he whispered to his daughter-in-law, "Let his father sleep. I'll ask Guoxing to ask for leave from his boss."

Liu Yue'e closed the door and walked outside, took out two apples and gave them to Niu Guoxing: "Your eldest brother was disturbed by the children at night, can you give him a day off?"

Niu Guo nodded, rode his bicycle to the transportation department, drove a truck to the Wanshe Mountain air-raid shelter construction site, found the team leader Li Lihai, and explained the reason why Xue Ming asked for leave.

Li Lihai laughed and whispered, "Go back and tell Brother Xue that he can come if he wants to, and he can stay if he doesn't want to, and his salary won't be reduced by a penny."

Transport Department's courtyard, Xue Ming's house.

Liu Yue'e went to work in the department store. Seeing that their eldest brother was at home, Xue Ying and Xue Min followed their mother to the department store to play.

There were only Xue Ming's family of three left at home. Her son and husband were both asleep. Zhao Xue got out of bed in her slippers and went to the yard to bask in the sun.

After basking in the sun for a few minutes, I felt bored again and started to clean the house.

After cleaning up the downstairs, clean up the upstairs, then the living room, clean up the bedroom, and finally the study.

There are many books in the study on the second floor, as well as the lesson preparation notes she kept when she was teaching.

The bookshelf was covered with dust. Zhao Xue wiped it carefully with a towel and then tidied the drawers of the desk.

There was a paper box in the drawer. When I opened the box, there were greeting cards issued by the post office.

Zhao Xue was stunned for a moment, but soon remembered that this was the greeting card her classmates gave her on Teacher's Day three years ago.

Memories were brought back to her mind, and Zhao Xue picked up the first one. The front of the card had Tiananmen Square and the Great Wall printed on it.

On the back is a student's pen writing: "Happy Teacher's Day to Teacher Zhao Xue, I wish you more and more beautiful, and study for the rise of China. Student Li Zhenbang presents this to Teacher Zhao Xue."

"Li Zhenbang?" Zhao Xue recalled carefully, and remembered a chubby little boy who always ranked among the top in academic performance.

I picked up the second greeting card, and there was a positive portrait of a great man and a poem printed on the front.

On the back is written: "I wish Teacher Zhao a good mood every day. Your student Wang Baoshan gave it to me. The highest instruction is to serve the people."

Nowadays, no matter what people do, they want to be linked to politics. When they write greeting cards or essays, they will sing praises of the motherland.

Zhao Xue read the greeting cards one by one, and recalled the faces of each student based on the cards.

It was as if I was back to a few years ago, when she was standing on the podium, holding a pointer and chalk in her hands, sharing knowledge with her classmates.

Suddenly, a yellow greeting card shattered her memories.

There is a map of the country on the front of the greeting card, with three drops of black ink on it, one on Beijing, one on Shanghai, and one on the province where the provincial capital is located, as if it was done intentionally.

The back of the card reads: "I wish you all your dreams come true. I wish Brother Xue Ming a steady rise. Study for the rise of China. Shen Xiaoli."

This greeting card was sent by Shen Xiaoli, the "good" student who killed Zhao Xue's beloved friend Dong Yanyan.

It was this "good" student who was stirring up trouble everywhere, causing unrest in the provincial capital.

The worst thing is that she even wants to steal the teacher's husband.

Zhao Xue bit her back teeth, bad memories flooding back to her mind.

She clenched her teeth tighter and tighter, staring at the words on the greeting card, and gradually a sneer appeared on her face.

The words on the greeting card are all written in traditional Chinese characters, and there is a little missing in the Chinese characters.

Zhao Xue recalled carefully that it seemed that Shen Xiaoli always wrote a little less of the Chinese character "國".

Her Chinese teacher Dong Yanyan had told her about this many times, but she never changed, as if she wrote like that on purpose.

"A stubborn and problem student." Zhao Xue opened the drawer and took out a pair of scissors, ready to destroy the greeting card that made her unhappy.

At this time, the study door opened, Xue Ming walked behind the chair and gently massaged his wife's shoulders.

"Why are you here? I couldn't find you just now and I was worried about you."

"Honey, I have nothing to do, so I'll just clean the house."

Zhao Xue put the scissors into the drawer, sorted out the cards on the desk, and put them back into the gift box.

Xue Ming was interested in the card that was almost cut off by his wife, so he reached out and took out the card.

After reading the picture on the front and the text on the back, a sneer appeared on his face.

"It turns out that this is a greeting card sent to you by the great Director Shen. Let me help you burn it."

"No need. I suddenly wanted to keep this card. When she gets her comeuppance, I will return it to her in person."

"Okay, I'll keep it for you. If you ever get upset, you might cut up this card."

Xue Ming put the card in his pocket and helped his wife back to the bedroom. His baby son was still sleeping in bed.

"Wife, don't think too much. Good and evil will be rewarded in the end. It's not that there is no reward, it's just that the time has not come yet."

"I know, husband, go eat quickly. Mom left some food for you in the kitchen. If the food gets cold, just heat it up."

Xue Ming nodded, turned and walked into the kitchen, opened the big pot and took out the food inside.

The steamed buns and vegetables were not too cold, so Xue Ming brought them to the living room and started eating. After the meal, he started to wash the pots and dishes.

At this time, there was a knock on the door.

Xue Ming took out the pistol from his waist, pulled out the magazine to check the bullets inside, put the magazine in, and slowly walked to the gate.

"Who is it?"

"In the yard, I want to borrow a light."

Xue Ming put the gun back into his waist, opened the door and saw Bi Zhengfang.

The old guy was wearing a hat, a mask and glasses, like a person in a case, afraid that others would recognize him.

Xue Ming took him to the study on the second floor, poured him a cup of tea, and teased him with a smile.

"Comrade Lao Bi, you are a distinguished person. What kind of good wind brings you here?"

"speak English."

Bi Zhengfang glared at Xue Ming and said, "Wang Huilin gave an important clue. When the enemy spy chief, the old general, wrote the traditional Chinese character, he didn't like to write the dot inside it.

Pay more attention to the words on the construction site in the future. If you find the Chinese character for "国" without a dot, notify me immediately."

Xue Ming's eyes widened: "Lao Bi, didn't you just say that the old enemy general didn't write the Chinese character for "nationality"?"

Bi Zhengfang nodded: "That's what I said, is there a problem?"