Rebirth 1958: My Home is in Nanluoguxiang

It was already late October when Chang Zhengyang returned to Yanjing.

As soon as he got out of the train station, he did not go home first, but went to a small courtyard in the suburbs and found Dumb Zhang.

"Zhengyang is here. It's cold outside. Come in and have a bowl of butter tea."

Bai Ma was very happy to see Chang Zhengyang coming. He warmly invited him into the house and poured him a bowl of butter tea.

"Thank you auntie."

Chang Zhengyang took the steaming butter tea and took a sip. After drinking this bowl of butter tea on this day, his whole body felt warm.

After he finished the butter tea in the bowl, he said to the dumb Zhang beside him: "Guess what I know? The guy in the meteorite jade in the Queen Mother Palace caused you to lose your memory once. Do you want to go over and beat him up? It's no problem for you to beat him up now..."

Chang Zhengyang shut his mouth because the mute Zhang shook his head, so he smacked his lips and didn't mention it anymore.

Dumb Zhang is a very calm guy now. Ever since Bai Ma's body was cured, he seems to have lost interest in everything. The mother and son live their own lives in this small world.

"Auntie, is there any butter tea left? I'll bring some back for Yingya and the others."

"Yes, there are plenty. Please sit down first. I will make you a pot."

Bai Ma's voice came from the kitchen, and soon she came over with a thermos. Chang Zhengyang quickly stood up and took the thermos.

Bai Ma said with a smile: "If you want to drink more after you finish drinking, come and get a pot."

Chang Zhengyang held up the thermos and said with a smile: "That's a must. By the way, Dumb Zhang, next summer, let's go to Changbai Mountain to meet our ancestors."

Dumb Zhang's eyes lit up and he nodded at Chang Zhengyang.

Chang Zhengyang was walking on the street carrying a thermos. When he came back this time, he could clearly feel that the streets of Yanjing were much quieter, and those groups of passionate young people were basically nowhere to be seen.

As for where they went, you know without even guessing that they either went to the countryside to join the production team, or stayed at home waiting for arrangements, or used connections to arrange jobs. Under the realistic pressure of life, these formerly carefree young people suddenly matured and began to worry about their future.

But it was too quiet. When he came out of the train station, he felt that the atmosphere in Yanjing City was a little weird today. At that time, he was only thinking about finding Dumb Zhang to talk, so he didn't bother to think about the reason.

Now it seems that even though there are fewer passionate young people on the streets, this is Yanjing. Looking around, why are the streets so quiet?

Is it because the weather is cold?

The temperature in Yanjing at the end of October has not yet dropped below zero, so this should not be the reason.

While guessing what had happened, Chang Zhengyang walked quickly towards his home.

Today is a working day, Shen Qianwen must be at work, so the two children should be with their father.

Sure enough, he found several little kids playing with building blocks in his father's carpentry shed. In addition to the Chang family, there were also kids from Lao He's family and Lao Xu's family. They all gathered together to compete in building blocks to see who could build the highest.

"Look what I brought you?"

"Dad is back!"

"Hello, Uncle Zhengyang!"

Chang Zhengyang put down the bowl he had picked up from the kitchen, rubbed the children's heads, and then poured a bowl of butter tea for each of them.

Several kids immediately started drinking from their bowls. After Chang Zhengyang told them to drink slowly, he asked his father Chang Baichuan, "Dad, what happened in Yanjing today?"

Chang Baichuan took the butter tea, took a sip, and shook his head, saying, "I don't know. Yesterday, the neighborhood committee went door to door to notify each household, telling them that those who should go to work should go to work today, and those who should not go to work should stay at home and not run around. When I asked them what was going on, they all said they didn't know."

"I see. I get it. Drink butter tea while it's hot. It won't taste good when it's cold."

Chang Zhengyang got up and went to the study, picked up the phone on the table and made a call, then hung up the phone speechlessly shortly afterwards.

Chang Baichuan walked in and asked curiously, "Have you found out what happened?"

Chang Zhengyang smacked his lips and couldn't help but complain: "Nothing much, just a delegation from Japan came. They came this time to discuss the restoration of diplomatic relations with China."

"So the Japanese are here..."

Chang Baichuan's voice became smaller and smaller, and in the end even Chang Zhengyang couldn't hear what he was saying.

Chang Zhengyang could fully foresee his father's reaction. In fact, not to mention his father, even he himself, emotionally, wanted to throw a Big Ivan at Tokyo.

Ask anyone over 40 in Yanjing City, who has not been bullied by the Japanese?

Which family doesn’t have relatives who were killed by the Japanese devils?

Now the country wants to restore diplomatic relations with Japan, I'm sure no one can accept it!

"Son, tell me, when you went to Japan last year, did you find your grandfather and your uncle?"

"Father, you..."

Chang Zhengyang was speechless as he looked at his calm father. Seeing this, the old man just sighed and said, "You are my son. I know your character better than anyone else. You always have a purpose in everything you do. Tell me, when you went to Japan last year, did you find your grandfather's remains..."

Chang Zhengyang slowly lowered his head, and the study fell into deathly silence.

"Dad, butter tea is delicious, I want more!"

Chang Zhengyang picked up Chang Yingya, kissed her little face and said, "It tastes good, right? Daddy will take you to Grandma Baima's house in a few days to drink it, okay?"

"Then let's pull the hook!"

Chang Zhengyang made a pinky promise with his daughter and then put her down. After she ran away, he turned around and looked at his father who was already in tears.

"Father, I..."

"You don't have to say it. In fact, I have been mentally prepared for this. I just, I just have a temporary..."

Chang Baichuan took out the cigarette box from his pocket tremblingly, but he couldn't take out a cigarette. Seeing this, Chang Zhengyang helped him take out the cigarette, lit it for him, and then lit one for himself.

The father and son stood in the study and smoked half a pack of cigarettes in silence.

"Dad, although I didn't find grandpa and uncle, I have sent the mastermind and executioner to the King of Hell."

"That's good, that's good, you did a great job, you are much better than me!"

Chang Baichuan took a deep breath and smiled with relief. He walked over, patted Chang Zhengyang on the shoulder, wiped his face, and went out.

"Remember to sweep up the ashes, don't let your mother see it."

"understood!"

Chang Zhengyang responded weakly, opened the window resignedly, and began to clean the study, especially the unfinished paintings on the skateboard, which had to be cleaned up, otherwise he would definitely be the one to take the blame tonight.

If he doesn’t clean it up, Ms. Guo will nag him for two hours!