Rebirth in 1980, the rise of the golden age

A professional driver drove this imported Fiat all the way to the provincial capital.

Although it was the Spring Festival, Villa No. 09 in the Provincial Party Committee compound was unusually deserted.

In the living room, an elderly couple with gray hair sat on a sofa, one reading a newspaper and the other reading a book.

Although they were so close, no one spoke.

After a long time, a middle-aged woman in her 40s walked out of the restaurant.

She wore the standard 80s medium-length perm, a white knitted sweater, and brown trousers. She walked neither hurriedly nor slowly, with her back straight, showing her gentleness and elegance.

The woman walked into the living room and stood about one meter away from the old lady.

"Dad, Mom, the food is getting cold. Why don't you eat first? I'll stay and wait for Bian Jie." The woman spoke softly and pleasantly, making people feel very comfortable.

Upon hearing this, the old man slowly put down the newspaper in his hand and glanced at the time on the clock not far away.

It was already 5 o'clock in the afternoon.

"Wait a little longer. It's snowing outside and the car can't go fast. We might be delayed."

"Wanqiu, go make a pot of ginger tea and warm up Bian Jie when he comes back." The old lady looked at her daughter-in-law sideways and said softly.

"Okay, I'll go right away."

This graceful middle-aged woman was none other than Bian Jie's wife Su Wanqiu.

That year, Bian Jie accepted his family's arrangement, boarded the train and left the Construction Corps.

He started as a party and government cadre in a state-owned factory and climbed up step by step from the deputy section level. His career can be described as smooth sailing.

Among them, in addition to the Bian family's vigorous training, the biggest help came from the Beijing Su family behind Su Wanqiu.

It can be said that without the support of the Su family, Bian Jie would never have been able to become a provincial-level official at the age of 45, let alone be in charge of a region at the age of 47.

Although this marriage stemmed from an unusual political alliance, Su Wanqiu was graceful and well-mannered, capable of handling both housework and household affairs in an orderly manner.

Unfortunately, Su Wanqiu was infertile for a long time and was eventually diagnosed with congenital uterine malformation, making it impossible for her to have children in her lifetime.

This has become a permanent hidden pain in this family.

It was already dark, and it was not until 5:20 that Bian Jie's car slowly drove into the provincial party committee compound.

After the car stopped, Bian Jie got out first.

The secretary hurriedly got out of the car and took Bian Jie's luggage out of the car.

Originally, the secretary was planning to help Bian Jie bring the luggage into the villa, but was stopped by Bian Jie.

Bian Jie took the box from his secretary and said to him and the driver, "You should go home for the New Year too. Come pick me up on the sixth morning."

"Good leader, I wish you a happy new year."

"Happy New Year to you too."

After a brief explanation, Bian Jie's secretary and the driver left.

The door of the villa opened, and Su Wanqiu leaned against the door and looked at Bian Jie, with a smile on her face: "When I heard the movement outside, I knew it was you who came back."

"It's snowing heavily on the road, so the car is driving slowly." Bian Jie was carrying a suitcase and was about to walk into the villa.

"Mom asked me to make ginger tea for you. Come into the house and drink some to warm yourself up." Su Wanqiu took the suitcase and said softly.

"I've been away for several months, and you've been taking care of the family. It's been really hard for you."

"Taking care of my parents-in-law is what I should do, but you are alone in such a far place with no one to take care of you."

The two of them walked into the villa while talking.

Inside the house, Bian Jie's father, Bian Zhenjiang, and his mother, Liu Hanmei, had already walked out of the living room and came to the hallway.

Seeing Bian Jie come in, the old couple rarely smiled.

"Dad, Mom."

"You're back. Wash your hands and get ready for dinner." My father said in a low voice and went to the restaurant first.

It was his mother, Liu Hanmei, who stood there, her eyes fixed on her son.

It wasn't until Bian Jie came closer that Liu Hanmei said softly, "You've lost weight."

"Mom, everything is fine at home."

"all good."

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Bian Jie took off his coat, washed his hands and went to the restaurant.

The dishes had already been prepared on the table, and Bian Zhenjiang was sitting in the middle, still holding a newspaper in his hand.

Seeing Bian Jie coming, he put it down.

"Let's eat."

Bian Jie and Su Wanqiu sat down and the family was preparing to eat.

Bang~bang~bang~!

Suddenly, a series of firecrackers were heard outside the villa.

Then there was a burst of children's laughter, and the child shouted for more firecrackers, and soon there was another burst of firecrackers.

Hearing the children's laughter, the four people at the table didn't look very happy.

Su Wanqiu poured Bian Jie a cup of ginger tea: "Drink a cup of ginger tea to warm your body."

"This land reform concerns the foundation of the country. You must pay special attention to it when you are in power. The people's affairs are important. Never be detached from them. When it's time to go out and see what the people need, put their interests at heart. Only then will they love you."

"Yes, I've got that in mind." Bian Jie responded.

Liu Hanmei picked up a piece of pork ribs and put it into Bian Jie's bowl, muttering, "He's almost 50. Does he still need you to teach him everything? It's a rare opportunity for us to have a meal together, so stop preaching."

Bian Zhenjiang wanted to refute, but in the end he didn't open his mouth. He only said two words: "Eat."

There were four people at a table, whose combined age was over 200 years old. Even if there were a table full of delicious wine and food, they couldn't taste the sweetness. After all, it lacked a bit of vitality.

After dinner, Bian Zhenjiang went to the study.

Su Wanqiu took Bian Jie's luggage back to the room and helped him pack his clothes.

Liu Hanmei took her son to the living room and asked him a few questions about life. The mother and son talked for a while.

"Mom, I'm going to the study to talk to Dad about something."

"Go ahead. I'm a little tired too. You've been sitting in the car all day, so you should rest early and talk to Wanqiu." Liu Hanmei instructed.

Bian Jie had been gone for several months, and Su Wanqiu was left alone in the empty room. Liu Hanmei naturally saw it all.

"Yeah, I know mom."

After sending his old mother back to her room, Bian Jie went to the study.

Bian Zhenjiang sat at the desk, holding a brush in his hand, facing a blank piece of rice paper, but he didn't put pen to paper for a long time.

"Dad." After Bian Jie entered the room, he closed the door casually.

"Why are you here if you don't want to rest?" Bian Zhenjiang didn't even look up, staring at the rice paper in front of him, as if he was thinking about something.

"Dad, I have something to tell you." Bian Jie said softly.

Bian Zhenjiang looked up and saw that Bian Jie was very formal, so he put down the brush in his hand and moved to sit on the armchair next to him.

"What's the matter? Tell me."

"Dad, you still remember when I worked at the 861 Construction Corps in Teng County more than years ago."

"Of course I remember. You were doing publicity work there and you even developed feelings for me. I wanted to transfer you, but you refused."

Bian Zhenjiang recalled what happened back then: "It's been more than 20 years now."

Bian Jie looked at his father, hesitated for a moment, and whispered, "Actually, the reason I didn't want to leave wasn't because of work, but because of a woman!"

"What did you say?"

The sudden news made Bian Zhenjiang widen his eyes.