The couple made a living in the 1950s

Dabao gently held Meng Xiaoou's hand and smiled at her.

"I don't know what our children will look like in the future."

Meng Xiaoou glanced at him, subconsciously touched her belly and blushed.

Because it was winter and the temperature outside was low, a lot of food could be stored in the big jar.

Lin Yuyu took advantage of her eldest son's home to cook a full table of food.

Sanbao looked at the food on the table and smiled.

Since she got married, she couldn't go home for dinner every now and then.

She hadn't eaten home for a long time.

Bai Ye saw the look of his youngest daughter and smiled and picked up a piece of ribs for his wife.

He reached out again and picked up a piece of ribs for her and put it in the sunflower-shaped dish.

Lin Yuyu still remembered to make braised fish for her eldest son, he liked it.

Seeing her eldest son eating so deliciously, the smile on her face never faded.

Knock, knock, knock...

The family was eating when they heard someone knocking on the moon gate.

"Sit down and eat."

Bai Ye saw his second son was going to open the door, so he stopped him.

He stood up and walked into the yard.

He opened the moon gate and saw Ding Rujia's son Ding Aiguo standing outside the door.

Bai Ye looked at the little boy in front of him who was not even as tall as his waist.

A trace of subtle doubt flashed across his eyes.

"My father said that everyone in the yard must go to the main yard to watch the criticism of Fu Guoqing at six o'clock tomorrow morning."

"It's the Spring Festival these days, so there won't be a meeting outside."

"But we can't fall behind. We have to hold a meeting in our own yard to criticize him."

Bai Ye nodded, closed the moon gate again, and turned to walk into the house.

The restaurant was no longer filled with the joyful atmosphere of the family reunion just now.

After hearing what Bai Ye said, Lin Yu couldn't keep a smile on her face anymore.

Is Ding Rujia an activist among activists?

Now that there are no big meetings outside, he wants to hold a small meeting in the yard?

Because there will be a struggle session in the yard tomorrow.

Everyone's mood will be affected to some extent.

After dinner, the family listened to the radio together in the living room for a while and then went back to the bedroom to rest.

"Aye, Dabao said that their army has regulations."

"Active servicemen are prohibited from participating in local struggle reform activities."

"Tomorrow, he will not go to the struggle session."

"Will Ding Rujia come to cause trouble at home?"

At this moment, Lin Hanyu was lying in Bai Ye's arms, hugging his strong waist tightly.

"No, it's just that Dabao will be at home making breakfast tomorrow, and he can also take care of Ayun and Yiyi."

She was waiting for Bai Ye to continue, and then her voice did not come again for a long time.

When she looked up again, she saw his eyes closed.

Bai Ye felt the gaze of his wife.

He raised his hand to touch her hair, and couldn't help rubbing her hair with his chin.

He reached out and took the watch on the coffee table to take a look.

Then he turned off the kerosene lamp next to him.

It was already nine o'clock in the evening, and the courtyard was dark everywhere.

Only the bedroom on the second floor of the main house in the Bai family's courtyard was still lit.

Dabao reached out and gently hugged his wife's slender waist to help her wipe the sweat off her forehead.

He leaned close to her ear and laughed softly.

"Do you want to go to the bathroom to wash again?"

He saw her shaking her head, and then he reached out to turn off the last kerosene lamp in the yard.

At this time, in a courtyard in Xicheng District.

Ding Rujia's eyes were shining, looking at the ten boxes of gold, silver and jewelry piled in front of him.

These boxes were filled with things they had seized during the house raids during this period.

Keep them here for now, and distribute them to everyone on the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month.

Now, every time he sees those people who used to be out of his reach.

kneeling on the ground to accept his criticism, his whole body will be hot.

He likes to watch those people fall into the dust the most.

Thinking of this, he turned around, locked the door, and walked home stealthily.

The next morning, every household in the courtyard got up early to go to the main courtyard to watch the criticism meeting.

Lin Yuyu woke up slowly in Bai Ye's arms.

She stretched her waist, raised her hand to hug Bai Ye's neck and listened to his heartbeat.

"Aye, what time is it now?"

"Five thirty, the wall clock just rang the first time."

At this moment, the Jiang family is all on the sofa in the living room.

Sanbao saw that his mother-in-law looked unhappy, and couldn't help sighing slightly in his heart.

Ding Rujia went to elementary school in her mother-in-law's school.

Back then, his mother-in-law taught him Chinese.

If this mother-in-law went to the criticism meeting, if he remembered that the mother-in-law wanted to start criticizing her.

At that time, there would be no peace.

Jiang Jiadong looked up and saw that his wife was not smiling.

He raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows and said slowly, "WeYou shouldn't worry about things that haven't happened yet."

When everyone gathered in the main courtyard, it was five minutes to six.

After a while, they saw Ding Rujia dragging Fu Guoqing from the west wing.

Ding Rujia looked at the dense crowd, feeling very proud.

Now, who dared not take his words seriously in this courtyard?

He dragged Fu Guoqing and stood on the stage set up in advance at the door of the main house in the third courtyard with a proud face.

Ding Rujia was just 1.7 meters tall and usually stood inconspicuous in the crowd.

At this moment, he leaned down and looked down, and suddenly felt that he should be superior to others. .

Ding Rujia tried to look at everyone's face in the audience.

It was winter now, and everyone was wearing scarves and cotton hats.

The only thing he could see clearly was those eyes.

Ding Rujia was enjoying the pleasure of finding fear in everyone's eyes.

In the crowd, he met Bai Ye's cold eyes.

He was slightly stunned, thinking it was his illusion.

When he looked more carefully, he found that his originally cold eyes became even colder.

He shivered all over in an instant, and he subconsciously retracted his gaze.

Just then, he saw the person standing next to him. Fu Guoqing.

He raised his foot and kicked Fu Guoqing in the crook of his leg.

As a result, Fu Guoqing knelt on the stage with a "thump".

The shocked people in the audience all took a step back.

It was not the first time for the people in the courtyard to watch the criticism meeting because they responded to the requirements.

But they watched from a distance before.

Today was the first time to be so close to the stage.

Everyone watched, and their faces darkened as Fu Guoqing was treated inhumanely on the stage.

Bai Ye tilted his head slightly and looked at the person hiding behind him and his wife.

The little girl, half of her body exposed, was heartbroken. A trace of heartache passed through his mind.

His little daughter frowned again, her eyebrows as beautiful as his wife's.

He turned his head and looked at his second son, who was already in a state of embarrassment.

He lowered his head slightly to hide the murderous intent that flashed across his eyes.

Ding Rujia couldn't stay any longer, as his presence would make his wife and children feel uneasy.

The criticism meeting ended half an hour later, and Fu Guoqing's eldest son was severely beaten by Ding Rujia's gang because he refused to spit on his father.

Lin Yuyu keenly felt that Fu Guoqing's misfortune would soon affect his wife and children.