Rebirth 1958: My Home is in Nanluoguxiang

In the Origin Company Building, an area on the basement floor is designated as a training ground for the company's security department.

After leaving Shirley Yang's office, Lao Hu came straight here.

Bang, bang...

Sima Hui's fist was as fast as lightning, hitting the sandbag in front of him, and the intensive hitting sound echoed in the training ground.

"Sima, are you really going?"

Sima Hui stopped, looked sideways at Lao Hu, then turned around and started hitting the sandbag again.

"There is great terror between life and death. I just want to go further on the path of cultivation!"

Hearing this, Old Hu smiled bitterly and said, "You are only eighteen years old, and you have already achieved the elixir. When Boss Chang was your age, he didn't even achieve the elixir. Why should you do this? At worst, we..."

Stab it!

Sima Hui inserted his arm into the sandbag. He slowly pulled his arm out, and stone powder like sand and dust quickly flowed out from the gap.

When Lao Hu saw this, his face twitched. He knew that the sandbag was not filled with sand, but pebbles from the river beach, which had now been beaten into stone powder by Sima Hui.

"You don't understand. The gap between me and my teacher is getting bigger and bigger. Every time I make a little progress, he seems to have gone a long way. Do you know the feeling of trying so hard to catch up but still failing?"

As Sima Hui spoke, he took down the broken sandbag, went to the corner to get a new sandbag, hung it up, and started hitting again.

In fact, it’s very hard for us to catch up with you!

Lao Hu wanted to complain, but he didn't know what to say. Finally, he uttered: "Don't die!"

He knew that from today on, Sima Hui and his Chunfeng Combat Team would disappear from their sight.

They will engage in a battle of pursuit and counter-pursuit with the private soldiers sent by the consortium in places that ordinary people cannot see.

This is a brutal battle in which only one side can survive, and no matter which side wins, it will be a pyrrhic victory.

Bang, bang...

Old Hu, who walked to the door, heard the familiar knocking sound and couldn't help turning his head to look at Sima Hui's back. He sighed secretly, wondering how many familiar faces he would never see again.

……

Boom...

"When there's thunder in winter, nine out of ten cattle pens are empty. This snow is expected to be heavy!"

Chang Zhengyang stood in front of the window and looked outside for a while. The howling north wind made the windows creak, and the sky and the earth were gray.

He took out a crumpled piece of letter paper from his pocket and handed it to Shen Qianwen who was knitting a sweater nearby. The other party took it in surprise, looked at it for a while, and burst out laughing.

"This little fat guy is beating around the bush. He must be thinking about love!"

"Yeah, I think so, but I can't interfere in this matter. Go ask Sitian's opinion tomorrow. If she wants to go to America, send her there."

"Okay, I'll go to the station tomorrow to ask her what she thinks. I think she's been feeling uneasy lately. She's probably worried about that little fat boy. You said you'd let the little fat boy stay in America, but you're trying to break up a pair of lovebirds!"

Shen Qianwen folded the letter and planned to give it to Ding Sitian tomorrow.

Chang Zhengyang touched his nose and said, "I forgot about this at the beginning. Besides, if the love between two people is long-lasting, why should they be together day and night? I am helping them test their feelings."

"You forgot it, but you're still making excuses. Do you think you're a good brother?"

Shen Qianwen rolled her eyes at the stubborn person, picked up a half-knitted sweater beside her and continued knitting.

Chang Zhengyang smiled and did not argue with his wife. He just continued to look at the sky outside. At some point, a snowflake fell from the sky, and soon the sky and the earth were covered in white.

In the 607 residential quarters, Ding Sitian held her chin and looked at the snowflakes outside the window, but her mind flew to the sky, as if she saw that honest fat face and the pair of eyes that flashed cunningly from time to time.

"Sitian, it's time for dinner."

The voice of Ding's mother came from outside the house. Ding's mother, who has retired and let Ding Sitian take over her job, now lives a very ordinary life. When she has nothing to do, she visits neighbors in the family area, chats with neighbors, knits sweaters, and sews soles. When it is time for dinner, she goes home to cook. At night, she strokes the photo of Old Ding and prays that he will return soon.

When Ding Sitian came out, the dishes and chopsticks on the table had already been placed. Ding's mother came out of the kitchen carrying a pot of cornmeal paste. She hurried over and took the aluminum pot.

"Mom, let me..."

“I’m not old yet!”

Mother Ding said so, but she let her daughter take the pot. She looked at her daughter holding a bowl to scoop up the cornmeal porridge, and couldn't help but ask, "Sitian, are you thinking about that boy again?"

Ding Sitian paused and stammered, "No, no..."

"I'm an experienced person. Actually, I hope you can marry a guy who works in a factory, and never marry a soldier. No matter your father or your brother, they are not at home. Their men are out there making achievements. It's us women who suffer. We live in fear every day, afraid that one day we will receive..."

Mother Ding reacted quickly and changed her words: "Sitian, I just want you to live a peaceful life. We don't seek anything from others. As long as the boy lives a down-to-earth life, no matter how poor his family is..."

"Mom, please stop talking. My heart has no room for anyone else."

Ding Sitian placed the bowl in front of her mother, served herself a bowl, then sat down and drank in silence.

Mother Ding looked at her, suddenly sighed, raised her hand and rubbed her head, and said softly: "I hope you won't regret it in the future."

Ding Sitian raised her head and said seriously: "I won't regret it."

Nothing happened that night. It snowed all night in Yanjing, which was covered in white. The snow was as thick as an astonishing 40 centimeters, which brought considerable obstacles to the citizens in clearing the snow.

After finishing breakfast, Ding Sitian took the shovel from home and joined the snow-clearing team in the family area. Everyone shouted slogans, cleared the road, and headed towards the station.

drip...

The jeep stopped beside Ding Sitian. Shen Qianwen opened the window and rolled it down, then called to Ding Sitian, "Xiao Ding, come up. I have something to tell you."

Ding Sitian handed the shovel to a neighbor nearby and ran over to get in the car.

"Director, are you looking for me?"

Shen Qianwen brushed off the snow on Ding Sitian's body and said softly, "There are no outsiders here, don't always call me director, director."

Ding Sitian grabbed the hem of her clothes and said embarrassedly, "Sister Qianwen, do you have something to talk to me about?"

Shen Qianwen stepped on the accelerator, the jeep drove into the institute and stopped in front of the office building.

Shen Qianwen walked in front and said, "Let's go to my office and talk. Don't be nervous. It's nothing serious. Just talk about your personal situation."

My personal situation?

Ding Sitian followed Shen Qianwen into the director's office with a suspicious look on her face.