Rebirth 1975: My Wife is Love-Brained

This whole morning, Chen Yan held the letter in his hand, reading it over and over again, flipping through it again and again.

The whole person seemed to be stupid.

It was not until noon that the people from the post office got off work. When they came out, they saw Chen Yan squatting on the side with red eyes.

Only then did I remember that this young man had taken the letter in the morning.

You haven't walked all morning?

The middle-aged man looked at Chen Yan worriedly, came over and asked, "Young comrade, are you okay?"

"No! It's okay!" Chen Yan came back to his senses and hurriedly wiped the tears from his face.

In fact, there are no traces of tears.

It has already dried up.

All he had were a pair of red, somewhat scary eyes, and a face that looked haggard and weathered.

Maybe for Chen Yan at this age, he has just been in the countryside for a few years and has not seen his parents for a few years.

But for Chen Yan now.

This is not just a few years!

His decades of longing came flooding back like a tide, along with that letter.

The real sadness is like a river flowing backwards.

The middle-aged man from the post office did not leave, but sat on the steps next to Chen Yan and asked softly, "Did something happen at home?"

Chen Yan hesitated for a moment!

Finally he nodded.

"Alas! These days, many young people come from the city to the countryside, but they never expect that once they leave, they will be separated from their loved ones forever! I have seen this happen a lot in recent years!" The middle-aged man couldn't help but sigh.

"A lot?" Chen Yan couldn't help but ask.

The middle-aged man nodded, "A lot! So, you are not alone!"

Chen Yan was originally feeling a little sad, and after hearing the middle-aged man's words, he did not know whether to laugh or cry.

In this matter, there is no reason for one person to be alone.

After all, parents and relatives are the most important people to anyone.

If something really happens, it will be a tragedy in life!

Perhaps, to middle-aged people, these are sad stories, but to those who have experienced all of this, they are scars in their lives that will never be erased.

"If you can't make it, go home and visit your relatives! Which village are you from? Get a certificate so you can go home to visit your relatives!" The middle-aged man patted Chen Yan's shoulder, then stood up and slowly left carrying an enamel pot.

It looks like it’s time to go to the cafeteria to eat.

For him, today's incident was just that before dinner, he saw a young man crying loudly and he couldn't bear it, or he didn't want to see someone crying at the door of the post office, so he casually said a few words of persuasion.

It's human nature, it's just a piece of cake!

But Chen Yan!

But because of his words, I fell into deep thought.

Do you want to go home to visit your parents?

Chen Yan doesn’t know!

really do not know!

From the bottom of his heart and emotionally, he could definitely find a way to go back home and see what happened to his parents.

However, reason told him that now was not the time!

Even if my parents encountered some disaster, they should be fine now.

But suffering is inevitable.

As far as I can remember, if I went home at this time, my parents would have already resumed work.

Chen Yan was very sure of this.

He not only knows the past.

It's something that has already happened.

As for the illness of his parents, it was not something that could be solved by just going back to see them.

It requires money, sufficient connections and channels to find a way to solve this problem.

Thanks to the middle-aged man's words of advice, Chen Yanzhong came out of his sadness.

The whole person's mind suddenly became clear again!

"As a son, I have no choice but to shoulder all of this responsibility! So what I need to do now is to make money! Then, I will accumulate enough capital to be qualified to change my parents' fate! Otherwise, I will inevitably repeat the same mistakes and follow the old path of my previous life!"

After opening his mind, Chen Yan thought very realistically!

"Also, according to my memory, Xiaoyu might be pregnant at this time. If I leave like this, she might not be able to accept it emotionally! I need to consider all these!"

Making money is the top priority!

After all, money makes even the most heroic a person can achieve. This is especially true with the development of the economy and the changes in society.

You have to know that in this world, money can solve 99% of the problems, and the remaining 1% depends on luck and probability.

As an adult, a man with mature thinking, Chen Yan now finally understands the sense of urgency and pressure of having a family with elderly parents and young children to take care of.

"Let's discuss this matter with Xiaoyu first when we get back!"

Chen Yan put away the envelope and looked at the banknotes inside. He knew that this was probably the first time his parents received his letter and they were worried about his situation, so they mailed some of the money they had saved along with the letter.

In other words, Chen Yan could imagine that his parents' lives were definitely not easy.

He rode his bicycle towards Zhangzitou.

……

Beijing!

In an alley.

Cough!

Coughing sounds, accompanied by a strong smell of herbs, came from the corner of the shabby alley.

Next to a smoky stove, a woman in tattered clothes fiddled with the fire, enduring the pungent smell of smoke and mixed herbs.

Hearing the cough, he stood up in panic and ran into the house.

"Old Chen, Old Chen! How are you?" Luo Qiaoyun walked to the bed in a panic and asked her husband who was lying on the bed.

"It's okay! I won't die! I couldn't resist it before! It won't kill me now! I will probably feel better in a few days!" Chen Kewen said while coughing.

Luo Qiaoyun supported Chen Kewen and pulled the pillow over for him to lean on, but she turned her head away and secretly wiped away her tears.

"Where's my son's letter? Let me see it again! I think this is much more effective than the herbal medicine!"

Under Luo Qiaoyun's care, Chen Kewen, who had temporarily stopped coughing, couldn't help but say to Luo Qiaoyun.

"Okay, okay, I'll get it for you!"

As he spoke, he went to a paint-chipped wooden table and pulled out a small iron box with a precious letter inside.

Chen Kewen couldn't wait to start looking at the contents on the paper. The familiar font and notes made him grin, "This kid! His handwriting is really good! It's worth the time I spent teaching him hand in hand for so long!"

"Old Chen! Xiao Yanxin said in the letter that he found a girl and wanted to get married. What do you think about this?" Luo Qiaoyun couldn't help but ask.

Chen Kewen smiled and said, "That's great! My son is getting married! It's a big deal! But, we can't leave Beijing right now! I'm afraid we'll miss it!"

The couple looked at each other and saw sadness and loneliness in their eyes!

"Then, can we still see Xiaoyan?"

"Yes! Definitely!" Chen Kewen looked at his tearful wife, gently hugged Luo Qiaoyun in his arms, and said firmly.