Rebirth of Everyday Life In the 1970s

Everyone came back to their senses.

The voice of the director of the banquet came from outside the door: "Mr. Chen, the son of Director Wen's family is here, saying that he is looking for a Mr. Song Fengchen, you see?"

Hearing this, Chen Bingwen looked sideways at Song Fengchen: "Mr. Song?"

Song Fengchen raised his brows and his eyes fell on Zhou Haochang.

Zhou Haochang hardly dared to look at Song Fengchen directly. He looked apologetic and helpless, and said: "Wen Tingwen is my old classmate, and he has really helped me over the years. I, I can't Watch him go to death!"

His voice became smaller and smaller: "So when I went to dinner last night, I paid for a trip to the hospital..."

Song Fengchen retracted his gaze. This was something that was expected, but he didn't expect that the Wen family would come to the door so quickly.

"Mr. Chen?" The director of the banquet outside the door was still tentatively knocking on the door.

Song Fengchen nodded slightly.

The tall bodyguard raised his foot to open the door, and the remaining two bodyguards worked together to drag Chen Ningwu, who was still struggling, to the corner.

The door opened and saw a mess in the box. The head of the banquet held his feet stuck in the air. He opened his mouth and almost thought he had entered the wrong place. Looking at Chen Ningwu, who had twisted limbs in the corner, he subconsciously shrank. Shrinking his neck: "Here, Mr. Chen..."

Chen Bingwen concealed his exhaustion: "I have dealt with a bit of housework. I'm sorry to mess up the place of the guest house. I will send someone over to discuss compensation with the director of the banquet later."

"This, okay." The director of the banquet breathed a sigh of relief. He couldn't help but glanced at Chen Ningwu again, and he could roughly guess what happened between the foster father and son, nothing more than grievances. Category. He sighed in his heart, and then as if thinking of something, he quickly turned sideways to let the Wen Ai Party in.

Wen Ai Dang had a cold face, and the blue veins on his forehead bulged, until he saw Chen Bingwen, he barely suppressed the anger in his heart, and a smile on his face, "Mr. Chen is also here."

Chen Bingwen nodded slightly, and asked politely: "Why did Mr. Wen come here? By the way, did Director Wen's operation succeed?"

At this moment, Wen Ai Dang couldn't even hold the squeezed smile on his face, and the meridians on his neck stood tremblingly, with a bit of gritted teeth in his voice: "Something went wrong."

Having said that, Wen Ai Dang turned his head to look at Song Fengchen, holding his hands tightly, even if he was angry at the bottom of his heart, he could not wait to cramp Song Fengchen who dared to deceive them, but who told him to ask for help now? Therefore, you still have to bow your body and say in a low voice: "We have neglected Comrade Song before. We are wrong. Please don't take Comrade Song to your heart."

"But did you misunderstand Comrade Song in the hospital yesterday? My dad was not actually sick, but..." He probably remembered what happened to Wen Tingwen. The Wen Ai Party's face was blue and white. It was so lively, he promised : "Could you please invite Comrade Song to visit my dad again in the hospital? As long as you can solve my dad's troubles, my Wen family will have a big reward."

"Since Mr. Wen has said so, if someone in Song dared to refuse, I would be suspected of ignorance." Song Fengchen had a decent smile on his face, and he was very talkative.

Wen Ai Dang was slightly startled. He originally thought it would take a bit of talking, and he was even ready to take advantage of others. Unexpectedly, Song Fengchen would have been so witty and let go. His expression had improved a lot at the moment, and he couldn't refuse. Said: "Then we will go to the hospital now."

Song Fengchen didn't care, and nodded.

Chen Bingwen immediately stood up and nodded slightly: "In that case, I will visit Mr. Song again tomorrow."

After he finished speaking, he deliberately took a more look at Wen Ai Dang, and the meaning of supporting Song Fengchen couldn't be more obvious.

Wen Ai Dang frowned slightly.

Song Fengchen smiled, got up and followed Wen Ai Dang back to the hospital.

Wen Tingwen, who had undergone the operation, has moved from the general ward to the intensive care unit. He barely opened his eyes, with no resentment on his face: "Trouble Mr. Song."

Song Fengchen found a stool and sat down: "Let's talk about it, what happened?"

Wen Tingwen's eyes became more and more diffident, and his body trembled as he recalled the dream he had last night.

Wen Tingwen always said that he was the only child in the family, but he was not. He also had three older sisters.

In the 1930s, the Great Patriotic War broke out. In order to prevent the enemy from advancing westward, the National Government decided to dig a **** at the Yellow River’s Huayuankou to flood the enemy with water. This action caused the Yellow River to rush forward and seize the Huaihe River into the sea, artificially creating a catastrophe and catastrophe that shocked the world and tragic human beings.

Forty-four counties and cities in three provinces were devastated within an area of ​​540,000 square kilometers. 12.5 million people were displaced and fled to other places. More than 890,000 people died in torrential floods.

The Wen family are also among the refugees.

After eating the little food left, the refugees began to dig grass roots, peel the bark, and die from the poison of eating weeds. Those who ate the dried bark couldn't bear the pain of stabbing their throats and strangulation... Everyday people were dying.

After returning to the refugees, the tragic situation of "eating between people" began to appear. At first, they only ate dead bodies, but later evolved into killing and eating living people... Some refugees couldn't bear to kill their own children, so they simply exchanged with other families and you killed ours. Yes, I killed your family, which is commonly known as Yizi and eat.

The Wen family couldn't avoid such a tragedy. In the end, only Wen Tingwen and his father survived.

More than forty years have passed, Wen Tingwen only regards these things as having never happened before, not thinking about it, let alone talking about it.

Until last night, between midnight dreams, what happened back then was played back in his mind scene by scene, followed by his three sisters appearing in front of him one by one, with bloodshot eyes, looking at him coldly...

Thinking of this, Wen Tingwen suddenly opened his eyes, looking mad.

Why do you treat him this way? It was obvious that these things were done by his father back then, and he had no choice at all.

Doctor He was pale, with cold sweat on his forehead. He trembled and stammered: "On the operating table last night, I and I took out three humanoid sarcomas from the stomach of Director Wen..."

"Just, just when I was about to treat these three sarcomas, they suddenly disappeared in front of my eyes, and then Director Wen's belly, which had been stitched up, became bigger again..."

With that, Dr. He's eyes stiffly fell on Wen Tingwen's stomach the size of a blue ball, and he staggered back.

Wen Ai Dang also made a false voice, barely suppressing the fear in his eyes, "Mr. Song, what do you think about it now?"

"Director Wen." Song Fengchen put his fists together and said, "I shouldn't need to explain what is in your stomach!"

Wen Tingwen panted roughly and said nothing.

Song Fengchen continued: "Director Wen should be thankful that it's not a grievance that haunts you, it's just three strands of grievances."

Wen Tingwen turned his head hard, staring at Song Fengchen with his eyes firmly.

Song Fengchen, as he wished, "It is not difficult to eliminate these three ray of grievances."

"Two ways." He stretched out a finger: "First, take out the sarcoma in your stomach again, add half the bottom ash of the pot, half the cinnabar, and stew it. You don't need to eat meat or drink. Soup will do."

Doctor He vomited on the spot, and then staggered out of the ward.

Wen Ai Dang forcibly endured the rolling inside, and asked anxiously: "What about the second one?"

Song Fengchen stretched out two fingers, "Secondly, the sarcoma taken out of your stomach is heavy, so I will cut off double the weight of meat from your body to pay for it."

"No." Wen Ai Party exclaimed subconsciously.

How many are the sarcomas taken out of Wen Tingwen's stomach?

About twenty-four to five catties, double that is fifty catties.

Fifty catties?

Two legs.

Song Fengchen stood up and said straightly: "Okay, I'm just a little bit shallow. The only way I can think of is these two. It just depends on what Director Wen thinks in your heart. I will go back to Dong County tomorrow. Before that, if there are more Just come to me if you have any questions. No need to send it!"

The door slammed shut, and the ward returned to silence.

After a long silence, Wen Ai Dang couldn't help but said, "Dad, what do you think?"

Wen Tingwen closed his eyes and his voice was extremely weak: "You can find a reliable doctor again."

"Okay." Wen Ai's frown frowned, and Doctor He was definitely unavailable.

"Also—" Wen Tingwen's voice was cold: "Let Boss He lead someone to get rid of Song Fengchen."

He cannot tolerate a person who knows all his secrets living in this world.

"This, I'm afraid it won't work." Wen Ai Dang said hesitantly: "Then Song Fengchen didn't know how to get involved with Chen Bingwen. Looking at Chen Bingwen's attitude, the two seem to have a very close relationship."

Wen Tingwen shut his mouth.

Chen Bingwen was backed by the military and Lieutenant General Wei Deren, director of the Provincial Revolutionary Committee, and even he had to give three points of courtesy.

"Forget it." Wen Tingwen said weakly.

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