Kneeling in front of my wife’s tombstone and crying bitterly, I was reborn

Tang Mingzhu arrived in Qingwa City at around five in the morning and took a sleeper car.

The trains of this era are almost all green-skinned trains, and they are not very fast, with the fastest only traveling at 50 to 60 kilometers per hour.

Moreover, the train will stop frequently along the way, even at small stations it will stop for a few minutes, and at large stations it may even stop for half an hour or even more than an hour which is normal.

The drive from Jiangcheng to Qingwa City is more than 200 kilometers. Tang Mingzhu got on the bus at around nine o'clock last night and did not arrive in Qingwa City until the next morning.

Can you believe it? It took seven or eight hours to travel such a short distance.

Zhao Hanyu went to the train station to pick up Tang Mingzhu.

On a winter morning, the train station was surrounded by a thick layer of white fog. The tall street lamps looked even dimmer in the fog. The fog rippled as the north wind blew. Coupled with the fact that there were few people going to the station to pick up the train, there was an indescribable desolation.

In this era, there were far fewer people traveling than in later generations. Among the few people who came out, Zhao Hanyu saw Tang Mingzhu at a glance.

Well, actually, even if there were a huge crowd of people, he could still see her at a glance.

Most of the people coming out of the station were wearing coarse cotton-padded clothes and carrying snakeskin bags or large canvas bags. Tang Mingzhu was wearing a blue down jacket, a fashionable woven hat on her head, a white scarf around her neck, a suitcase in her hands, and a backpack on her back.

With this outfit and her tall figure, it is no exaggeration to say that she stands out from the crowd. It is hard not to notice her at first sight.

"You've been waiting for a long time!"

Walking up to Zhao Hanyu, Tang Mingzhu naturally handed the suitcase handle to Zhao Hanyu and said.

Zhao Hanyu was just about to say that he had just arrived when he heard Tang Mingzhu say, "You deserve to wait so long."

Zhao Hanyu: If I don’t add this sentence, can’t you breathe?

But in the end, he held back and didn't retort. After all, he was asking for help this time, so he said, "Yes, I should wait for you no matter how long it takes. That's fine, right?"

"Yes!" Tang Mingzhu nodded seriously: "Your attitude is acceptable."

As he spoke, he raised his hand to his mouth and blew out a breath of hot air.

Zhao Hanyu saw it and said, "It's too cold in the morning. I've checked in a room. I'll take you to wash up first."

"What room do you want to book?" Tang Mingzhu rolled her eyes. "I'm already in Qingwa City. What do you mean by that? You want to leave me in a hotel and not let me stay at your house?"

He is very aggressive and looks like he will make things difficult for you if you dare to say no.

Zhao Hanyu said quickly: "I live in an old house with simple conditions. It's much more convenient for you to live in a hotel!"

The main thing is that taking Tang Mingzhu back at this time is just the time when the old man gets up.

As an old man, you go to bed early and wake up early.

Even if I have nothing to do in the morning, I will take a stroll in the yard.

Also, not only the old man gets up at this time, but his father also gets up at about the same time.

Zhao Deming has the habit of jogging in the morning and has kept it up for many years, regardless of the season, rain or shine.

He brought a woman back before dawn. Who knows what the old man and his father would think when they see her.

How dare Zhao Hanyu!

"I won't!" Tang Mingzhu made the final decision, "Let's go to your house!"

Zhao Hanyu had a headache, so he had to take Tang Mingzhu into the car and take her home first.

Along the way, Zhao Hanyu just hoped that his father had gone out for a run, or even better, his grandfather would also walk out of the yard for a stroll, so that he could quickly put Tang Mingzhu into the bedroom to rest.

But the more people fear something, the more likely they are to encounter it.

When Zhao Hanyu led Tang Mingzhu to open the gate, they saw that the lights in the living room were on, and the old man and Zhao Deming were both in the living room.

But at this time, he couldn't just turn around and leave.

Besides, even if he wanted to turn around, he wasn't sure whether Tang Mingzhu would agree.

He had no choice but to bite the bullet and lead Tang Mingzhu into the house.

Sure enough, when they saw Zhao Hanyu coming back with a tall, fashionably dressed young woman before dawn, the old man and Zhao Deming looked at each other. Even though they had seen big scenes, they didn't know how to start the conversation.

"Hello grandpa!"

"Hello, Uncle Zhao!"

Tang Mingzhu, on the other hand, was very calm and composed. She was not at all flustered when she saw the old man and Zhao Deming. She greeted them politely and warmly.

“Oh…” The old man came back to his senses and greeted him, “Hello to you too!”

He actually liked the girl's behavior.

Zhao Deming looked at him with scrutiny and no expression on his face, but he still replied, "Hello!"

After saying that, he looked at Zhao Hanyu. Does that mean you won’t give me an explanation?

Zhao Hanyu forced a smile and introduced, "Grandpa, Dad, this is my friend, reporter Tang Mingzhu from Beihu Daily!"

"I asked her to help promote the New Year Goods Festival. She just got off the train, so I took her home to have some rest!"

The old man and Zhao Deming were both stunned. They thought that Zhao Hanyu brought someone back, but it turned out to be a reporter from the provincial daily newspaper!

The old man was fine. Zhao Deming immediately softened his expression and said politely with a smile, "It's reporter Tang. Hello! Welcome to Qingwa City!"

Even though he is the mayor, he dare not neglect reporters. He is not called the uncrowned king for nothing.

What's more, he is a reporter from the provincial daily newspaper.

If he angered her and she wrote a report that was unfavorable to Qingwa City and published it in the provincial daily, he would be in big trouble.

Tang Mingzhu smiled and said, "Uncle Zhao, you are too polite. I am Hanyu's friend. This trip to Qingwa City is purely a personal matter and has nothing to do with my work."

"Well, you are my elder, so just call me Mingzhu, and don't call me reporter Tang."

When Zhao Deming heard this, it was obvious that Tang Mingzhu knew his identity.

That's right. He is a reporter for the provincial daily newspaper, and I am the mayor of a prefecture-level city after all. Although I rarely appear in the provincial daily newspaper, as a reporter, I must know him.

I just smiled and said affectionately: "Okay, then I'll call you Mingzhu. Come, come and warm yourself by the fire!"

"Okay!" Tang Mingzhu agreed, took off her backpack, and walked towards Zhao Deming.

In fact, as soon as she entered the house, she felt that it was particularly warm and noticed the fireplace.

Although there was no stove in sight, the chimney left no doubt that the heat was coming from that table-like object.

As we got closer, we found it was true.

"What kind of firewood stove is this?" Tang Mingzhu asked curiously, holding her backpack in one hand and gently stroking the firewood table with her other hand.

I even forgot to sit down.

The old man laughed and said in a show-off manner: "This is called a fire table. You have never seen it!"

"I've never seen it before!" Tang Mingzhu said as she sat down and said truthfully, "It's really warm!"