The couple made a living in the 1950s.

Dabao gently held Meng Xiaoou's hand and looked at her with a smile.

“I don’t know what our children will be like in the future.”

Meng Xiaoou glanced at him, subconsciously touched her lower abdomen and her cheeks flushed.

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

Lin Hanyu took advantage of her eldest son being at home to prepare a table full of food.

Sanbao was already smiling as he looked at the food on the table.

Since getting married, she can't go home for dinner every now and then.

I haven't had home-cooked meals for a long time.

When Bai Ye saw his little daughter's look, he smiled and picked up a piece of pork chop for his wife first.

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

Lin Hanyu still remembers making braised fish for her eldest son, he likes it.

Seeing her eldest son eating with relish, the smile on her face never faded.

dong dong dong...

The family was having dinner when they heard someone knocking on the Moon Gate.

"Please sit down and eat."

Bai Ye saw his second son was about to open the door and stopped him.

He got 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 barely perceptible hint of doubt flashed across his eyes.

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

"It's the Spring Festival these days, so there won't be any big meetings outside."

"But we cannot fall behind. We must hold a meeting in our own yard to criticize him."

Bai Ye nodded when he heard that, closed the moon door again and walked into the house.

The restaurant no longer had the joyful atmosphere of a family reunion.

After hearing what Bai Ye said, Lin Hanyu could no longer keep a smile on her face.

Is Ding Rujia still an activist among activists?

There are no big meetings outside now, so he wants to hold a small meeting in the yard?

Because, a criticism meeting will be held in the courtyard 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 before washing up and going back to their bedrooms to rest.

"Aye, Dabao said their army has rules."

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

"Tomorrow, he won't go to the struggle session."

"Will Ding Rujia come to cause trouble for our family?"

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

"No, it just so happens that Dabao will be at home making breakfast tomorrow and can also look after Ayun and Yiyi."

She was waiting for Bai Ye to continue speaking, but his voice didn't come for a long time.

When I looked up again, I saw his eyes were closed.

Bai Ye felt the gaze of his wife looking at him.

He raised his hand to touch her hair, and couldn't help but rub the top of her head with his chin.

He reached out, picked up the watch on the coffee table and took a look at it.

Then he turned off the kerosene lamp next to him.

It is already nine o'clock in the evening and the courtyard is pitch black.

Only in the Bai family courtyard, there was still light in the bedroom on the second floor of the main house.

Dabao reached out, gently put his arm around his wife's slender waist and helped her wipe the sweat off her forehead.

He leaned close to her ear and chuckled softly.

"Would you like to go to the bathroom and wash up again?"

When he saw her shaking her head, he reached out to extinguish the last kerosene lamp in the yard.

At this time, in a courtyard house in Xicheng District.

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

These boxes contain things they confiscated during the house searches during this period.

Keep them all 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 were once out of his reach.

They all knelt on the ground and accepted their own criticism, and their whole bodies became hot.

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

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

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

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

She stretched herself, put her arms around Bai Ye's neck and listened to his heartbeat.

"Aye, what time is it now?"

"It's half past five. The clock has just struck the first stroke."

At this moment, the Jiang family members were all sitting on the sofa in the living room.

Seeing that his mother-in-law looked unhappy, Sanbao couldn't help but sigh slightly in his heart.

Ding Rujia attends elementary school at the same school as her mother-in-law's.

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

If this mother-in-law went to a criticism meeting and reminded him of her, he would want to start criticizing her.

At that time, there was really no peace.

Jiang Jiadong looked up and saw that his wife was frowning.

He raised his hand to rub his brow and spoke slowly, "We can't always worry about things that haven't happened yet."

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

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

Ding Rujia looked at the dense crowd and felt very proud.

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

He pulled Fu Guoqing and stood on the platform that had been set up in advance at the door of the main house in the third courtyard, with a smug look on his face.

Ding Rujia is just 1.7 meters tall and usually stands out in the crowd.

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

Ding Rujia tried hard to look at the faces of every person in the audience.

It's winter now and everyone is wearing scarves and cotton hats.

The only thing he could see clearly was those eyes.

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

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

He was slightly stunned, thinking it was his own illusion.

When I looked at him more closely, I found that his already cold gaze became even colder.

He was shivering all over from the cold in an instant, and he subconsciously looked away.

Just then I saw Fu Guoqing standing next to me.

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

As a result, Fu Guoqing fell to his knees on the stage with a plop.

The people in the audience were so shocked that they took a step back.

It was not the first time that the people living in the courtyard had to watch a struggle session in response to the demands.

But before that I just watched from a distance.

Today, it was the first time I was so close to the stage.

As everyone watched, their faces darkened at the inhuman treatment Fu Guoqing suffered on the stage.

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

Seeing the little girl with half of her body exposed, a trace of heartache ran through her heart.

His little daughter frowned again, her brows as pretty as his wife's.

He turned around and looked at his second son, who already looked troubled.

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

Ding Rujia can no longer stay. His presence will make his wife and children uneasy.

The criticism meeting ended half an hour later because Fu Guoqing's eldest son refused to spit on his father.

He was severely beaten up by Ding Rujia and his gang.

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