Siheyuan: Enemy spies are captured every time

After breakfast, Hua Chengyu wanted to wash the food and then hand it to him, but Xu Damao was very sensible and did not let Hua Chengyu do it. He took the lunch box back to the house directly.

After a while, Xu Damao came to Hua Chengyu's door pushing a bicycle and saw Hua Chengyu was about to lock the door.

"Director Hua, I want to discuss something with you." Xu Damao said in a low voice.

"What's the matter?" Hua Chengyu asked without turning his head.

"Two things. One is that I went for a check-up. Don't tell anyone else. The other is whether you can take Xiao'e with you on your bike?" Xu Damao said in a low voice.

"Don't you have a car? Why do you want me to take it?" Hua Chengyu asked in confusion.

He rides a bike and takes someone else's wife with him, while her husband follows him on a bike. Just thinking about it is exciting. How did Xu Damao come up with this idea?

"Isn't this your new car? My car was allocated to me by the factory to show movies in the countryside. The back seat has been broken for a long time and has never been repaired. Look, your car has been cleaned for you. I put a soft cushion on the back seat, which will make Xiao'e more comfortable to sit on." Xu Damao patted the back seat and said.

"But, is this place 10 kilometers away from Concorde?......"

"After we're done, I'll treat you to three drinks from Bianyifang!" Xu Damao raised his thumb and index finger together, making the number three.

"Bian Yi Fang is not cheap!"

"They are all trivial matters. Director Hua, you are so thoughtful!" Xu Damao smiled like a chrysanthemum. He has only been married for two years and his relationship with Lou Xiao'e is pretty good. Although Xu Damao is a scumbag, he really loves his wife.

"You said it's a trivial matter, Damao. You are a few years older than me, so I still call you Brother Damao. You can just call me Xiaohua. It's always Hua who is in charge. We all live in the same compound. We see each other every day. A distant relative is not as good as a close neighbor. What do you think?" As for why Xu Damao should call him brother.

There is a saying that nothing tastes better than dumplings...

"Hey, how can I call you Xiaohua? I'll just be bold and call you Brother Hua!" Xu Damao was very happy. Putting aside other things, this Brother Hua was definitely a high-level intellectual, and was willing to be on good terms with a rough guy like him. He felt that his ancestral grave should be emitting smoke... no, it might have exploded.

This is a blessing that has been accumulated over several lifetimes!

After locking the door, Hua Chengyu took the bicycle from Xu Damao and pushed it out. Lou Xiaoe changed into a floral shirt and a pair of light blue pants.

She had two pigtails and stood in front of the door in a charming manner.

All the way to the main courtyard, the middle courtyard, and the front yard, Hua Chengyu did not greet anyone. Only after they exited the alley did Lou Xiao'e get into Hua Chengyu's car diagonally.

She grabbed the back seat of Hua Chengyu's bicycle with one hand and grabbed his clothes with the other. This was the first time that Lou Xiao'e rode in a man's bicycle other than her father and Xu Damao.

Moreover, this man was wearing a proper Zhongshan suit today, he had fair skin, a broad and full square face like an oriental handsome man, thick eyebrows and big eyes, evenly distributed facial features, sharp lips, a smile on his face, red lips and white teeth, a muscular figure, and he came in gracefully. What a handsome man, what a modern Pan An and Song Yu reincarnated... a perfect 'creamy boy'.

"It would be great if I hadn't gotten married!" Lou Xiao'e, who was sitting in the back seat of Hua Chengyu, suddenly had a strange idea.

"Shame on you! Even if you're not married, how could Hua Ganshi fall for you? You're the daughter of a capitalist." A sense of loss welled up in her heart, and she looked at Hua Chengyu infatuatedly from behind.

In his previous life, Hua Chengyu could ride a bicycle at the age of seven.

In this life, he learned it at the age of 5, and was definitely a veteran driver. Now there are only four districts in the urban area: Dongcheng, Xicheng, Chongwen, and Xuanwu.

Three suburban districts: Chaoyang, Fengtai and Haidian.

Other suburbs are called counties.

It is a layout of rich east, rich west, poor south and cheap north. Nanluoguxiang is located west of Xizhimen, while Xiehe East City District is about ten kilometers apart.

The buses these days are too crowded, with people rushing on at once and squeezing against each other. If they are not in a hurry, they would rather walk than get on the bus. The smell on the bus is so bad that it will last a whole day after getting squeezed.

He rode his bike, chatting with Lou Xiao'e and Xu Damao, while looking at the characteristics of this era.

In the old city of Beijing in the 1960s, time seemed to stand still in a quiet yet warm atmosphere.

In that era, New Taipei City was a city full of revolutionary atmosphere. People's lives were influenced by political and social movements, and every corner was filled with the strong atmosphere of the times.

In the early morning, the alleys of the old city were filled with smoke and the aroma of porridge, and the residents got up early to start their busy day.

The singing of workers could be heard from the streets and alleys. They waved red flags, sang revolutionary songs, and demonstrated their revolutionary enthusiasm and conviction.

On the streets and alleys, people talk about politics and social progress. Everyone is infected by the tide of the times and loves their motherland.

At this time, most people's faces are filled with smiles, anticipation for tomorrow and confidence in life.

"I wonder how long they can keep laughing?" Hua Chengyu sighed secretly in his heart!

He was thinking about things and chatting with Xu Damao. The roads in the old city were not paved with asphalt like those in later generations, but were paved with blue bricks.

Some are uneven and there are small pits in some places.

Just now, he was not concentrating, the front wheel of the bicycle rolled over a small pothole, and it suddenly jumped forward, and he felt a soft feeling behind him.

"Brother Hua, slow down!" Xu Damao did not notice the blush on Lou Xiao'e's face, but looked at Hua Chengyu's new car with a distressed look on his face.

"It's okay!" He glanced at Xu Damao.

This guy's eyes fell on his front wheel, and the touch on his back made him feel strange. There are two words to describe his mood at this moment: exciting......

Unconsciously, he was also infected by this era.

"Can you sing, Brother Hua?" Xu Damao is tone-deaf, but he particularly likes to listen to other people singing. His wife can sing, but the song she sings is: Night Shanghai, Night Shanghai, you are a city that never sleeps...

Can this song be sung everywhere? Xu Damao doesn't want to die yet.

Singing. When he heard these two words, he became excited. His singing skills were not first-rate, but he was a professional after all, and his body was full of energy.

He tried it yesterday and his voice was much better than in his previous life. He could even sing some difficult songs with ease.

"Sure, I'll sing for you?"

"Great! I didn't expect Secretary Hua to be so talented!" Lou Xiao'e said behind his back.

"My country and I cannot be separated for even a moment,"

"Wherever I go, there's a song of praise!"

"I sing of every mountain, I sing of every river."

"A curl of smoke from a small village, a track on the road."

"My dear motherland, I will always cling to your heart."

"You spoke to me with your motherly tenderness..."

........

"My dear motherland, you are the sea that never dries up."

"Give me forever, the clear blue waves, and the song in my heart..."

With his high-pitched, clear, and somewhat deep voice and his full passion, he performed the song to the fullest. Whether in his past life or this life, his love for his motherland has never diminished in the slightest.

In his previous life, he often practiced the song "My Motherland and I" in private.

But he has never sung on stage. After all, he is a created traffic star, and singing red songs is not in line with his identity. However, he has been taught since childhood to like singing red songs.

So, he still has his troubles.

But in this era, he doesn't have so many concerns. As long as he pays attention, can't he sing those popular songs whenever he wants?

"Comrade, wait a moment!" Several school-age people stood in front of Hua Chengyu's car, almost scaring him. He hurriedly stopped.

"Comrade, it is very unsafe for you to suddenly come out like this!" Hua Chengyu said angrily, a little angry.

"Excuse me, comrade, did you write this song?" the comrade asked again impatiently.

After Hua Chengyu's car stopped, more people gathered around. They were moved by the song, which is a very patriotic song that expresses deep feelings and love for the motherland.

This song combines many different styles of music elements, with a beautiful and catchy melody, simple and powerful lyrics, deep and sincere emotions. The lyrics are full of love for the motherland and the passion and expectation for the construction of the motherland. The melody is also very moving and is easily accepted and liked by people.

Someone has already started humming softly!

"No..." Hua Chengyu suddenly remembered that this song was not from this era, but was written by Zhang Li and composed by Qin Yongcheng in the 1980s.

What should I do? I accidentally borrowed someone else's song, which is more than 20 years old.

"Comrade, didn't you write this song? I am Fang Wenshan from the Capital Art Troupe. This is my ID. Can you introduce me to the author of this song?" the comrade said anxiously.

Hua Chengyu took the certificate and opened it to read: Fang Wenshan, first-class arranger of Capital Art Troupe.

It turns out that he was attracted by this song. What should he do? This song was not written by him. Should he pretend to be someone else? He is a conscientious and cultured person.

Fang Wenshan looked at Hua Chengyu so anxiously that sweat broke out on his forehead.

He stepped forward and gently patted Hua Chengyu's shoulder: "Little comrade, this song was written by you, right? Don't feel pressured. You have a good voice. Do you want to join our art troupe?"

Come to our art troupe? I think so. Hua Chengyu is very willing in his heart, but he is afraid of the death of his father.

He has a large family, with his eldest brother in the army, his second brother and fourth sister in politics, and his third sister in medicine. Today he is going to find his third sister and ask her to arrange for Xu Damao and Lou Xiao'e to have a check-up.

Although his family did not look down on actors, if he joined the art troupe, he might not be able to return home.

Oh... who knew that such trouble would happen on the road!

"Comrade, this is the leader of our unit. We have our own unit and cannot go to your art troupe!" Xu Damao became a little anxious when he saw that Hua Chengyu was slow to speak.

He finally managed to curry favor with his superior. Will his promotion, wealth, and good living all depend on Hua Chengyu? He can't let him go!

Fang Wenshan looked at Hua Chengyu. She was young, too young.

Maybe he is in his early 20s. Even if he is working, he is probably a worker. What kind of unit is his art troupe in? It is much better than a worker.

Whether it is treatment or social status.

"I'm sorry, comrade, I can't go to the art troupe!" Hua Chengyu thought of the terrible thing and shook his head. In this world, singing can only be regarded as a hobby.

He took out his ID and handed it to Fang Wenshan: "Comrade, this is my ID!"

"Administrative level 21?" Fang Wenshan looked at Hua Zai Chengyu in disbelief. How old is Hua Chengyu? How could he be at administrative level 21?

Even if college graduates just start working, they start from administrative level 24, and administrative level 21 is already a cadre.

Such a young cadre, no wonder the donkey-faced guy next to him said he was a cadre from their unit?

He can still think of a way to deal with the workers, but it is really impossible to transfer the cadres.

"Comrade, you are only 20 years old?"

"Yes, comrade. I have just graduated from graduate school less than three months ago."

"Our leader is a top student who graduated from China University of Political Science and Law!" Xu Damao praised him.

"Oh, young and promising, young and promising!" Fang Wenshan pushed his glasses. As a graduate student and a cadre, he had completely given up the idea of ​​bringing Hua Chengyu into the art troupe. However, he still didn't want to give up this song.

"Comrade Hua, you wrote this song, right? Can you sing it again?"

"Do you have paper and pen?" Hua Chengyu asked.

"Of course!" Fang Wenshan took out a notebook and a pen and handed them to Hua Chengyu. Hua Chengyu turned around and said to Xu Damao, "Damoge, I'll lend it to you to recite."

"Okay!" Xu Damao understood what Hua Chengyu was going to do and turned around quickly.

After a while, Hua Chengyu wrote down the composition and handed it to Fang Wenshan.

"Zhou Zhi, I have to trouble you again." Fang Wenshan did not answer but said instead.

"What's the matter, Comrade Fang?" Didn't I write it down? What else do you want?

"I'd also like to trouble you to sign an autograph. Also, you have a really good voice. If you have time, could you come to our art troupe to record this song?"

Taking the notebook signed by Hua Chengyu, Fang Wenshan wrote down an address for Hua Chengyu.

"I can't make the decision on this, but you can contact my unit!" Hua Chengyu thought about it. He couldn't take the initiative to go, but if the unit sent him, the old man would have nothing to say, hehe...