70s Women Disguised As Men

Their family implements a democratic policy. In their career, their parents will never interfere with any decisions they make.

Tong Yan made a decision after pondering for a moment, "Grandpa, I want to give it a try."

There is still a long time before the college entrance examination is resumed in 1977, so why not try a new experience for yourself?

"Well, okay, I'll talk to your grandfather Wang tomorrow." Seeing his granddaughter agreed, Tong Huaide finally showed a smile. He turned to ask Xiang Tong Dabao, "What about you, what are your plans?"

Now that his granddaughter's work has settled down, he has begun to worry about his grandson again.

When he was called out suddenly, Tong Dabao was a little confused, "Grandpa, what do you mean by asking?"

"Do you have any plans for your future?" Tong Huaide felt that if his son was half sensible, he wouldn't have to worry about his grandchildren as he did today.

"Dad, I enrolled him for a worker, peasant, and soldier university, but the kid didn't want to go." Tong Yan returned to the city under the name of Tong Dabao to go to the worker, peasant and soldier university. This university does have it, but Tong Dabao is not very interested in reading.

Tong Huaide was surprised that his son could have this thought, and the smile on his face deepened a bit.

"Dabao, you don't have to like reading, but you are now an adult and you should be responsible for your life. Don't you have any ideals?"

It's not so easy to go to the Workers' Peasants and Soldiers University these days. This child is eighteen years old this year.

Tong Dabao drooped his head and said nothing. He was really not interested in anything.

"Well, study or serve as a soldier. You can choose one of them. Our old boy doesn't raise rice worms. You stay here and think about it. When you think about it, you can go home."

The old man directly knocked on the board and decided not to give anyone a chance to refute. After speaking, he put his hands on his back and went back to the house.

"Milk, I don't want to study or become a soldier, please help me persuade grandpa." Tong Dabao took Guo Xiuchun's hand, and he couldn't accept this reality. The first eighteen years had become sloppy and he was not afraid to be controlled by others. Can't stand it.

"Your father is right, you stay here and think about it, don't go home with your parents." The two old men were afraid that Tong Dabao would be taken back by the youngest son.

So cut off their contact completely and let the grandson go home after all the dust settles.

Tong Dabao gave Tong Jianye angrily glanced at Tong Jianye without speaking. During this time, his father's behavior became more and more like his father. Not only did he lead him to exercise every morning, but he also had to learn to do housework. Decided that his dad would definitely not object.

really…

Tong Jianye patted him on the shoulder and confessed: "Listen to your grandfather and think about it. A big man should be all around and stop thinking of himself as a child."

"Well, I see." Tong Dabao sighed resignedly, ready to think about whether it would be easier to study or be a soldier.

…

Time passed slowly, and in a blink of an eye it was already a month later.

I received a telegram from home two days ago. Today, Shen Shaoqing came to the guest house in the county as scheduled. When he saw his father, he was surprised that he would have time to come and see himself in person.

Shen Weimin first looked behind him, and saw that he was the only one who was a little disappointed. "Didn't you say that you brought the object home during the Mid-Autumn Festival? Why did you come here by yourself?"

Shen Weimin came to Xingshan County on a business trip. In addition to giving his son a reply, he wanted to meet his future daughter-in-law by the way. As a result, he didn't even see a personal picture...

"She's in Beijing, how can I meet you with me?" Shen Shaoqing was amused when he saw his father's face lost.

"She's in Beijing? Isn't she from here?" Shen Weimin said in surprise. He had always thought that his son's object was a local girl, but he miscalculated.

"No." Tong Yan's situation was special, and Shen Shaoqing didn't plan to tell the truth to her family.

Shen Weimin understood why his son suddenly wanted to return to the city. Seeing that the child had finally become emotional, he felt that he could finally have an explanation with his dead wife.

The two people sat next to each other on the wooden chairs in the room, relatively speechless for a while.

After a while, Shen Weimin said, "Your return to Beijing has been settled. The notice will arrive in your village in half a month, and you can return to the city in half a month."

"Thank you, Dad." In the past five years, the father and son have rarely been able to sit together and talk. Today is one of the very few times.

Last time he returned to Beijing, his father promised him a request. Now, Shen Shaoqing's request is: He wants to return to Beijing to study medicine, and Shen Weimin cannot interfere.

Shen Weimin has his own little Jiujiu. He plans to trick his son back to Beijing before saying that it is okay to study medicine, but whether he can practice medicine is not up to him.

I really don't know what to say, Shen Shaoqing touched his nose uncomfortably, with a rare expression of embarrassment, "I'll take you to eat something, the boiled white meat here is delicious."

"Well, good." Shen Weimin hooked his mouth, with a smile that couldn't be restrained in his eyes.

He has to inspect several places on this business trip, and he doesn't have much time to meet with his son.

After the two had eaten, Shen Shaoqing sent his father back to the guest house and rode his bicycle back to the educated youth spot from the county.

Just half a month ago, Han Yuting left Xinghua Village through a relationship, and now the educated youth spot is getting deserted.

The summer farm work was not easy, and Shen Shaoqing went back to the village to do another afternoon of farm work before looking for Gao Dagen.

As an educated youth, he is a bit long, and some jobs need to be explained to Gao Dagen. Before the notice came down, he strived to be able to confess all the work in his hands.

Gao Dagen couldn't help being surprised when he learned that Shen Shaoqing was also going back to the city: "You want to go back too? What are you doing with both of you?"

Since Tong Dabao left, the educated youths have gone one after another, just like making dumplings. Could it be that the water and soil in Xinghua Village does not support people?

"Well, my father found me a job, and I hope I can go back." After living in Xinghua Village for more than two years, Shen Shaoqing still has a lot of affection for this place.

"Oh, when you return to the city, remember to write more. Don't learn from that unscrupulous fellow Dabao, you will forget us when you return to the city." When it came to this, Gao Dagen couldn't help feeling resentful.

At this time, in the city of Beijing thousands of miles away, Tong Yan couldn't help but sneezed. She rubbed her nose and returned to her upright posture.

"You are a childlike face? I am the daughter of your grandfather Wang. You can call me Aunt Wang." Wang Meiyun looked at the girl in front of her and was very satisfied. This look and temperament is really good!

However, she is not alone in recruiting people into the art troupe, and it is necessary for Deputy Head Sun to nod and agree.

That's why today I called this little girl named Tong Yan to her father's house to see her aptitude. If she didn't match her, there is no need to let Deputy Head Sun oversee her.

"Hello, Aunt Wang." Tong Yan smiled and behaved generously.

"Sit down, don't stand up." Wang Meiyun used to be the lead singer in the art troupe. She has a soft voice and excellent temperament. She only needs to observe the opponent's gestures to see if Miaozi is good.

After pouring each of them a glass of water, she asked again: "Do you have any hobbies? Can you sing or dance?"

"I learned dancing when I was young, and singing is okay." In fact, this is a modest statement. Tong Yan has a wide range of hobbies since childhood, and is proficient in ballet, piano, and cello.

Later, he entered the entertainment industry and studied folk dance in order to make a TV series.

"Okay! Then you will go to the group with me tomorrow, and I will take you to see our group leader."

"Thank you, Aunt Wang!" Tong Yan didn't expect that she didn't even need to perform her talents, and the other party would take her to the art troupe. She couldn't help wondering if it was a bit sloppy?

Wang Meiyun didn't know what she was thinking, it was not easy to find a good seedling. If it weren't for it's late now, she really wanted to take someone to the art troupe immediately! "I am also selecting talents for the country. You have to perform well tomorrow. I am very optimistic about you!"

"Aunt Wang, I will do well."

After coming out of Wang's family, Tong Yan still felt a little airy, but tomorrow's interview is crucial, and she must not take it lightly.

Before returning home, she went to the guard at the textile factory to see if there were any letters from Xinghua Village. Seeing if there were any letters from Xinghua Village, she couldn't help but feel a little disappointed in her excitement.

From Xinghua Village back to the city, she has only received one letter from Shen Shaoqing, and the whole story is a daily trivial matter, not even a sweet word.

If she didn't believe in his character, she would really wonder if that dog man had changed his heart!

Now that I have become too white, I can't find Lin An to find out about him in the short term. I can only miss that man by relying on the photos and diary. Sometimes she really wants to run back to see him regardless.

Back home, Liu Wenhui was cooking, Tong Jianye went to the black market and had not returned yet, Tong Dabao was sent to the army by Grandpa Tong a week ago.

Choosing between studying and serving as a soldier, Tong Dabao finally chose to become a soldier.

Seeing her daughter came back, Liu Wenhui hurriedly put down the spatula in her hand and walked over and asked her, "How is it? What did your grandfather's daughter say?"

"She asked me to go to the art troupe for an interview with her tomorrow."

"Well, the interview tomorrow is a choice of both parties. When someone interviews you, you should also check whether the atmosphere there is suitable for you. If you think it is not suitable, you can not go."

In the last life, her daughter entered the entertainment industry before graduating from university. Liu Wenhui knew that these words were unnecessary, but as a mother, she still wanted to be reminded.

"Mom, I know, don't worry."

"By the way, is there any discomfort in your body today?"

A month ago, Tong Yan had a full-body examination in the hospital, and the result showed that there was nothing wrong with it and she was completely healthy.

But Liu Wenhui was still worried, and she asked her daughter every day, fearing that this side effect would be invisible and invisible.

"I'm fine, don't worry, mom~" After being asked the same question for a month, Tong Yan reluctantly hugged her mother and comforted: "You see that I can eat and sleep without any problems. I met you here, this is already my greatest blessing, we don’t want to be unhappy in the future, okay?"

"Then if you feel uncomfortable, you can't hide it from your mother." She was really scared after experiencing a life and death with her daughter.

"Okay! I promise you! I'll tell you a good thing after a while, I'm sure you will be especially happy!" Thinking that it will be the Mid-Autumn Festival in more than two months, Tong Yan plans to announce her love news to her family at that time .

But why doesn't that dog man write to her? If you don't care about it anymore, you will replace him!

At this time, Shen Shaoqing, who was called a dog man by his wife, was sitting at his desk writing a letter, thinking that he would be able to return to the city immediately, he wished to call Tong Yan the good news immediately.

It’s a pity that Tong’s family doesn’t have a phone, and he doesn’t know who will arrive in Beijing first with this letter...