Chapter 212 His love is also thousands of miles away (three shifts, Mingming's younger brother +3)

  "@华旗 Signed artist Li Shixin’s latest work is released! "Yan Baoxia, Your Man Calls You Go Home" three episodes broadcast! Come and like it!"

   Seeing this site-wide promotion that popped up on the screen of the mobile phone, the netizens who followed Li Shixin and followed "Yan Baoxia" were boiling.

  Compared with the one-day episode in the "Mobei" period, this update of "Yan Baoxia" is actually not stable. But it can't stand up to a large amount.

  Watching one episode at a time and two episodes in three days. Strictly speaking, of course, it is more comfortable to watch every day. But after enduring the torment of that day, it’s nice to watch two episodes a day and double happiness!

  After seeing that the promotion site is short, fans have clicked on Li Shixin's fighting hand. But the greater significance of platform promotion is to attract netizens who have not yet followed Li Shixin and the "Yan Baoxia" series.

  Under the huge effect of homepage promotion, in just a few minutes, Li Shixin’s active users exceeded 300,000!

  When the professional team produced "Yan Baoxia" with film-quality quality in front of everyone, a large number of people were instantly attracted by the highly restored and comfortable picture quality.

  In this part of the new influx of netizens who are still immersed in the plot of the previous episodes, the netizens who have been following have entered the fourth act of the video plot;

  In the last episode, Yan Baoxia secretly went to the streets to sell popsicles and was discovered by Wang Yuming. In the latest part, the story begins to take an important turning point.

  Although the husband and wife worked hard for this small family, the reality still gave them one of the most difficult problems.

  Although Yan Baoxia can make money, in the era of planned economy and supply and marketing cooperatives, it is obvious that selling popsicles cannot make a lot of money.

  A few cents a day is still a drop in the bucket for a family who is already poor and whose children need milk powder for the full moon.

  The couple did their best to survive the breastfeeding period.

  But as the child is weaned, new problems are placed in front of Wang Yuming and Yan Baoxia.

  In the era of planned economy, the rations of each villager were uniformly distributed by the production team. Yan Baoxia's household registration is in the rural area of ​​Tangshan, and she cannot receive rations. And no matter how hard Wang Yuming worked hard to earn work points, eating coarse grains was enough. But if the child is weaned, he needs to eat fine grains!

  Children eat fine grains, and parents’ coarse grains can only be discounted.

  At night, watching a small bowl of thick rice porridge that can stand chopsticks on the kang table, and the two bowls of corn paste, which are as thin as soup, Wang Yuming's heart is mixed.

  Looking at his wife’s increasingly withered face with a smile, while feeding the child. Wang Yuming finally wriggled his lips and said the last thing he wanted to say in his life.

   "Boxia."

"Ok?"

   "I will send you... back home."

   Yan Baoxia, who was delivering porridge to the child’s mouth, stopped. When she heard Wang Yuming’s words, her eyes suddenly turned red, "Don’t you want our mothers?"

"No, Baoxia, don't think too much about it. I just think it's not a way to go on like this! I'm not afraid of hardship, but I really can't see you running out of food every day! You can go back to your hometown and get an extra ration , I will earn another share here, so that you can at least have enough food! Seeing if you can’t eat enough, I, it hurts!"

   Twitching his cheeks, Wang Yuming thumped his heart.

  After not knowing how many hammers, he grabbed his hair. Because of long-term malnutrition, a lot of hair fell out after grabbing.

  Looking at her husband's painful self-blame appearance, Yan Baoxia put down the child and stood in front of her husband. He dragged the crying husband into his arms.

  The man in her arms was crying like a child. She wiped her tears and nodded heavily.

"I'll listen to you."

  In the farewell station, the husband and wife are in the car and the other on the platform.

   Looking at each other through a vague car window.

  There are tears of reluctance on the car, and a strong smile under the car.

  As the train whistle sounded, the train started slowly.

  The first time I took the train, the infant child was frightened and cried loudly. Yan Baoxia hurriedly comforted the child, while constantly raising her head, tearfully looking at her husband who had to be separated again.

  But that figure, as the train continues to move forward and farther, farther and farther.

  On the platform, until the train had completely disappeared from the end of the line of sight, the tears in Wang Yuming's eye sockets dropped a drop.

  But soon, he wiped away the tears.

   resolutely turned around and returned to his job.

  Yes, he is not qualified to be affected by any other emotions now.

  He just wants to work hard. Thousands of miles away, in his heart, he has two heavy responsibilities, which he needs to bear with his hands!

  The story of Act IV ends here.

   Seeing Yan Baoxia and Wang Yuming parting again, there was a tearful expression in the comment area;

  "Nima Xinye, are you really going to cry blind people?! In the farewell scene on the platform, where is Wang Yuming and Yan Baoxia parting! You are tearing my heart!"

"Ouuuuu, I'm so crying. I don't know why I cried in such a plain plot! But watching Lord Xin standing on the platform, he was crying to the point of breaking down in his heart, but he resisted. The picture of Baoxia smiling, my heart is broken! What kind of a man has to be forced by life to make such a smile!"

   "It's too difficult! It's really too difficult! Why is life so difficult?! Why is it so difficult for the two of them to want to be together?!"

"The scene on the platform was indeed crying blindly. But the part of the meal was really unbearable. I originally ordered a yellow braised chicken rice in the evening, and I found it unpalatable after eating half of it. It might be thrown away normally, but I watched it. In the video, the half bowl of porridge and two bowls of rice batter are really... after eating with tears. There is really no way to imagine those hard days."

"After watching so many period dramas, the processing of the eating scene is really the most plain but also the most shocking I have ever seen. Compared with other film and television dramas of the same era, this section is nothing earth-shattering and starving to death. It's a drama, but a bowl of refined rice and two bowls of batter really make people feel painful in their hearts!"

   "Stop talking, I can't stand it anymore. Hurry up and watch the next episode!"

  With the sighs of sand sculpture netizens, the story of Act 5 begins.

  At the beginning of the video, it shows a picture of an agricultural machinery factory in the last century.

  The high door crane, the roar of the lathe, the loudspeaker on the factory rang; "All units pay attention, pay the salary, and queue up in the finance room after hearing the broadcast!"

  Wang Yuming, who was wearing khaki coveralls and greasy-stained clothes among the long dragons standing in front of the financial room, waited eagerly and looked at the financial room with eyesight.

  Beside him, several workers are studying the arrangements after get off work.

  But all this seems to have nothing to do with Wang Yuming.

   "Huh? Pharaoh, what do you think after getting your salary? Have a drink at night?"

"Hey! What's the matter with you newcomer? When did you see Lao Wang spend a penny more on food and drink? He, the one month's salary is counted, forty-two yuan, half and twenty yuan to send away, ten yuan Money for food, the rest will be saved as travel expenses to see the wife and children. Pharaoh, what am I talking about?"

  Wang Yuming grinned and said nothing.

  In the canteen at noon, other workers who paid their wages all added meals.

  Wang Yuming sat in the corner with a steamed bun as usual. It's just that today is a special day of the month because he wants to write a letter.

  A letter to Yan Baoxia and her child.

"Baoxia, I’m paid again today. Because I worked a lot of overtime last month, I earned 49 yuan after converting the work points. I will send 27 yuan to you and your children, and I will leave 22 yuan for my life. Everything is here. It’s all good, don’t worry about it. You are pulling the child over there, don’t save. Except for the child, you must not deduct it yourself. Everything is fine here. 22 yuan a month is enough for living expenses. I weighed myself when I took a bath yesterday. Fat again..."

  After a few pages of long letters were written, he put the twenty-seven yuan in the envelope together with the letter paper, and put the stamps on it.

  Looking at the 22 yuan left in his hand, he took out ten yuan from it and put it in his personal pocket.

  The remaining twelve pieces were wrapped in a handkerchief and carefully placed in the chest pocket.

   Then he took out his small notepad. On the last page marked "travel fare", a twelve was added.

  Added the “twelve” stroke by stroke. Seeing that it had accumulated to nearly one hundred yuan, Wang Yuming's thin face finally showed a smile.

   But then, feeling that he had accumulated so much "big money" without knowing it, Wang Yuming frowned again.

  He really can’t get rid of the longing for his wife in his heart, but he feels that doing so by himself seems a bit selfish.

  One side is the longing in my heart all the time.

One side is the quality of life of distant wives and children.

  After weighing it for a long time, he made a decision.

   Silently raised his hand, he opened the envelope that had been clearly sealed, and stuffed it in with all his salary for the month of forty-nine yuan.

"Dear Baoxia, I have been paid again today. I worked more overtime last month and paid an extra bonus. I have set aside enough living expenses, and the remaining 49 yuan will be remitted to you. I will pay it every month in the future. You send ten yuan more, you and your child will spend everything you need to save..."

  Take out the pen and paper, obviously the letter has been written, Wang Yuming wrote a new copy

  (End of this chapter)