Chapter 207 Their love is like this. (Please subscribe, ask for monthly pass!)

  The plot of the third act of "Yan Baoxia" occupies a very important position in the entire story line.

  Looking at the early stage of Wang Yuming and Yan Baoxia’s love experience, she was in a heavy transportation mission in the army. During the three years in southern Xinjiang, Yan Baoxia rushed from her hometown in Tangshan to the front line to visit Wang Yuming.

  After the end of the second act, the third act opens with the scene of Wang Yuming's glorious retirement.

  Because of his outstanding performance in the combat mission to resist the US and aid Vietnam, Wang Yuming made a third-class merit once and was awarded several times by the company. With the end of the battle, his service period has come.

  After bidding farewell to his comrades in arms, Wang Yuming, with a third-class medal of merit on his chest, returned to his hometown.

He used to have a lot of illusions about his life after he was discharged from the army, but when he returned to his hometown, he saw the small earthen house that was crooked in the cold wind and was left unoccupied for a long time. Even the doors and windows had been removed. There was consternation and helplessness on it.

  After clearing up the debris in the house, Wang Yuming wrote the first letter after demobilization to Yan Baoxia on the collapsed tukang.

"Dear Baoxia, I am demobilized. I planned to take you to my hometown after my demobilization to get married, but the situation at home made me unable to speak. The old house at home is about to collapse and I have nowhere to stay. I think. I think you have suffered too much for me in the past three years. I really can’t take you over and suffer the same kind of suffering with me. Baoxia, I really can’t give you a home now. Maybe we have to continue. A few days apart..."

  Tangshan, when Yan Baoxia received a letter from Wang Yuming, she was overjoyed when she learned that her fiance had recovered.

  Seeing the content of the letter, Yan Baoxia couldn't help but frown.

  Under the candlelight and big-character posters full of special period characteristics, Yan Baoxia thought for a night, and ran to the communication station early the next morning.

  This time, she did not write a reply. Instead, it was a waste of time and sent a telegram.

  "Is there a kang?"

  Simply three words.

  Wang Yuming, a poor ghost who has just been demobilized, replied more briefly-yes.

After receiving this telegram, Yan Baoxia did not reply.

  When he returned home, he kowtowed his head to explain that Wang Yuming had recovered, and then laid his bedding.

  For the fourth time in three years, it was Wang Yuming's road to reach the end.

  At that time, the situation was very turbulent, and the train could not ride. Yan Baoxia carried the baggage rolls and rode ox carts, donkey carts, tractors and even dung carts all the way. Most of the time, she could only walk without a car.

  That’s it. It took more than a month to walk around, and finally arrived at Wang Yuming’s hometown from Tangshan.

  At this time, Wang Yuming just borrowed tools from the commune, repaired the dilapidated doors and windows, and set up a two-meter-wide small kang.

  The moment Yan Baoxia came to her in front of her, Wang Yuming was assaulted by great embarrassment after a pleasant surprise.

  He stood in front of the ground-breaking house that leaked everywhere, feeling helpless.

   "Baoxia, why are you here? Didn't I tell you, I, can't I give you a home now?"

  Yan Baoxia put the blanket on the ground, went into the house and "patrolled" around, and the man who looked at her smiled.

   "But I just want a kang. If you have a kang, you can call home if you sleep warmly at night."

   That night, Wang Yuming bought a bottle of wine and borrowed a neighbor’s pot to cook a decent meal. Yan Baoxia took out the red hijab she had prepared from the blanket.

  Wang Yuming found the party secretary and several elders to be witnesses, and had a drink.

  There is no decent wedding, no congratulations from both parents,

  Two people just got married.

  On the second day of the wedding, Yan Baoxia got off the kang early and assumed the duties of the mistress of the house—clean up, cook, and take care of the man.

  After tidying up everything, she spread the red hijab on the warm Kang, and the baby seemed to put a lot of messy things inside and carefully wrapped it up.

  Wang Yuming, who mended the window, stepped forward and watched: "What treasure did you hide?"

  Faced with the man’s curiosity, Yan Baoxia opened her hijab, and the letters inside were all letters that Wang Yuming had sent to her over the years.

  Looking at these, Wang Yuming couldn't laugh or cry: "I am here now, and we are married. Why are you keeping these?"

Yan Baoxia stubbornly wrapped up the letters whose envelopes were worn out after I didn't know how many times I read them: "I don't! In case you change your heart one day, I will take these to ask you face to face and ask your conscience. Where is it!"

  Faced with his wife's stubbornness, Wang Yuming didn't swear to swear, but nodded heavily.

   said "OK".

  The video is played here, and the progress is halfway through.

  However, the story of just ten minutes has moved the netizens to the ground, and the comment area is full of single dogs and bachelor’s wailing;

   "That era was so bitter! I wanted to cry halfway through it! It was so bitter!"

"No. I didn't want to cry when I watched the plot. I saw myself crying like a dog in the mirror! Wang Yuming has a ground-breaking house, and Baoxia doesn't dislike him, and goes all the way. Don't give gifts or weddings, combine them together. I have everything, now I'm alone, I'm still alone!!!

  Re: Wow! Fatal, this comment is so deadly!

  Re: Nima, what are you telling the truth! I cried even worse!

  Reply: Am I really crying? ! Thirty, there is not even a dirt house! Wow..."

  But the video is still going on.

  One year after their marriage, Wang Yuming and Yan Baoxia had their first child.

  At this time, through the efforts of the young couple, the crooked earthen house has been supported with pillars. The dilapidated little house also looked quite a bit.

  But the situation is not good, and the life of the young couple is still very difficult.

  Because she didn't have the money to go to the hospital, Yan Baoxia could only give birth at home when she was giving birth. As a result, she bleeds too much, her body is weak, and she has symptoms of postpartum depression.

  Bitterness is real suffering.

  Without milk, Wang Yuming can only take the Wulishan Road every day to milk the goats from his brother’s house, who has been given away by his parents. He runs all the way back to drink for the children, and then cooks porridge for his wife after he is fed.

  Looking at his weak wife and the hungry child crying on the kang, Wang Yuming burst into tears in distress.

  He stroked his wife’s thin cheeks, and said with incomparable guilt: "I'm sorry, Baoxia, I'm not capable. I couldn't raise your mothers well."

"I don't allow you to say that." The weak Yan Baoxia did not accept her husband's guilt. "We are living together with the two of us. It is not your own responsibility for the way we are now. Yuming, wait for me for a few days and wait for me to come out. After confinement, I also go out to make money!"

  "What do you do when you are not at home like this? Baoxia, give me some time, I will earn more work points, and give your wife more rations!"

  Wang Yuming, who stopped his wife, did not know that Yan Baoxia, who had been lying on the kang for the past two days and worried because her child had no milk powder, had already moved her mind when she heard the "sweet ice lollies" from outside shopkeepers.

  Wang Yuming is even more busy, leaving early and late every night to earn work points.

  But he didn't know that Yan Baoxia, who had just been out of the full moon, quietly found the county's supply and marketing agency, and after explaining her situation, she asked for an approval letter.

  Wrapped the child who was not yet full moon in a cloth pocket on his back, pushed a bicycle with a box of popsicles, and sneaked onto the street.

  It’s a coincidence that things are happening in the world. On the first day of launching her own popsicle business, Wang Yuming found that her wife and children were “lost” because she came back to fetch tools.

   So he went to the street to search, and when he reached the county seat, he saw Yan Baoxia.

  The weather was very hot that day, and a pregnant woman who had just been out of confinement was stumbling on a heavy 28th bicycle.

  Wang Yuming's heart was broken watching the sweat on Yan Baoxia's head smashing into the soil drop by drop.

  On the corner of an unmanned street, facing the man who had never shed tears from the enemy plane bombing artillery, squatted on the ground and cried with tears.

After wiping away the tears, Wang Yuming took Yan Baoxia home without any explanation.

at home.

   Faced with her husband who suddenly appeared and found that she had taken her home, Yan Baoxia was a little embarrassed.

  She took out the proceeds from selling popsicles for one day, two dollars. Excluding the cost of the popsicles, Yan Baoxia made fifty-seven dollars.

  For these two yuan, Wang Yuming did not move. From the cabinet, he turned over the red hijab that Yan Baoxia had hidden, and solemnly put the two dollars into the pile of yellowed envelopes and clamped it.

   "You keep these two dollars, don't move!"

   "Why?"

   "Like you said, if I'm sorry someday, you will take these two dollars and these letters and ask me where my conscience is going!"

  Looking at her tear-stained husband, Yan Baoxia comforted the crying child and nodded with a smile.

"to make!"

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