1959: Carrying the achievement system, she rolled

"The moon tonight is really beautiful!" Du Yimeng also looked up at the sky. Looking at the bright white moon, she couldn't help but sigh.

The later generations are indeed prosperous, but many beautiful scenes can no longer be seen, such as the moon at this moment.

Director Song and Qin Chulong had been observing Du Yimeng's expression. Seeing that she looked indifferent, they looked at each other and saw confusion in each other's eyes.

I wonder if there was any gain?

"It's getting late. I'm going to go back and rest. I won't accompany you young people to watch the moon." Director Song waved his hand and left first.

"Together..." Qin Chulong followed Director Song and left.

"My mother called me home for dinner..." Wan Ping also followed her. He had to go!

I want to know but I can't ask. I feel so anxious and uncomfortable. I'd better go home early and take a shower and go to bed!

"Are you tired? Let's go home. The porridge is still warm in the pot." Yu Lang didn't ask anything. He took Du Yimeng's hand and went home.

He wanted to ask her not to work so hard, but he couldn't say it.

It's not just her mission, many people are also waiting for the emergence of the new rocket launcher.

He has his mission, and she has her own mission.

Sometimes too much care would become a burden to her, and all he could do was try his best to take care of her food, clothing, and daily life.

"We are outside, be careful of the impact." Du Yimeng couldn't help but curl the corners of her mouth, then she immediately tightened her little face and said seriously.

The night before last, she pulled his hand, and he actually said that he should be careful about the impact outside.

She holds a grudge...

"There's no one here, you can do whatever you want." Yu Lang squeezed her hand and said in a gentle voice.

Wan Ping, who was walking not far ahead, couldn't help but roll his eyes.

He was a living, breathing person, walking in front of them. He didn't believe that Yu Lang couldn't hear his footsteps.

Even if your ears don’t work well, what about your eyes?

There was such a big moon hanging above his head, stretching his shadow very long. He didn't believe that Yu Lang couldn't see it.

He even said, "You can do whatever you want." As a grown man, he is so unrestrained. Pah...

Yu Lang looked at Wan Ping's figure getting farther and farther away, and his eyes flashed.

It's actually quite good to be able to use corny words to disgust and drive away annoying people.

Yu Lang and Du Yimeng walked hand in hand, chatting about family matters on their way home. They both liked this way of getting along, which was both plain and warm.

Du Yimeng is a person who cherishes life. People like her don’t like an exciting life.

Yu Lang had to carry out dangerous missions for many years, so a simple life was rare and precious to him.

"Uncle Wan is coming to Beijing. He will arrive almost tomorrow," said Yu Lang.

"Do Uncle Bao and the others know?" Du Yimeng asked.

"I told them this afternoon," Yu Lang replied.

"I guess Wan Ping doesn't know yet. It seems he won't be able to sleep tonight." Du Yimeng said with a smile.

Wan Ping can't hide his thoughts, everything is shown on his face. Seeing his heartless look just now, it's not difficult to guess.

While the two were chatting, they soon arrived home. After eating a bowl of warm porridge, Du Yimeng squinted comfortably, and then felt a sense of fatigue all over his body.

After she forced herself to keep her eyes open and cleaned herself up, she almost fell asleep on the bed.

It was her brain that was doing the work, so why did she feel so tired all over?

……

The next afternoon, Secretary Wan walked out of the Beijing Railway Station. He looked outside blankly, and for a moment he didn't know which way to go.

Didn’t Li Saichang say he would come to pick him up?

What about people?

Secretary Wan looked particularly energetic today. He wore a top hat, black pants, black leather shoes, a black woolen coat, and a white scarf around his neck.

She wore a pair of leather gloves of the same color and carried a small handbag in her right hand.

Such a striking outfit, all it needs is a pair of sunglasses.

He stood in the crowd, feeling like a crane standing out among chickens.

Li Saichang, who was squatting at the foot of the wall, was stunned when he saw Secretary Wan acting so arrogantly.

It took him a long time to pull his cold neck into his cotton jacket.

He sniffed and put his hands in the cuffs of his black cotton-padded jacket.

There were patches on the cuffs and hem of his cotton-padded jacket, and he was wearing a pair of half-new old cotton-padded shoes.

The most eye-catching thing is his big black cotton trousers. Maybe because they were old clothes picked up from others, the trouser legs were a little short.

A piece of blue cloth was attached on top, which looked a bit awkward.

That’s right, they were indeed something that others didn’t want, and they were the big cotton trousers that his son had discarded when he was a minor.

His wife felt it was a pity to throw it away, so she picked up a piece and let him wear it at home when he had nothing to do. This pair of cotton trousers had been hidden at the bottom of the box for several years, and today was the first time he wore it.

Maybe it’s because the cotton is a bit old, so it feels chilly standing in the cold wind.

At first he stood in the cold wind and waited, and he saw many people squatting at the foot of the wall.

On normal days, he would have at least taken his status into consideration, but he was too cold today.

If he had not been brothers with Lao Wan for many years, he would definitely have left his guards behind and turned back.

He should now be considered to be among the people. At least until now, no one thought that he was a major general with a gold star badge.

The reason he dressed so down-to-earth today wasn't because he liked role-playing.

But in his mind, Lao Wan is a frugal person, and if he dresses too flashily, it will embarrass his brothers.

Lao Wan has finally come to the capital, and he can't let the other party feel inferior.

But now, who can tell him who this show-off guy is?

Where has his good brother gone, who was so frugal that he couldn't even afford to buy new clothes for eight or ten years?

Perhaps because his eyes were too resentful, Secretary Wan actually turned his head, and the next second their eyes met.

Secretary Wan's face remained expressionless, but he was full of questions. What happened to Old Li?

Got masturbated?

Wasn't he fine when he was talking to Lao Li on the phone in Changde?

It can't be that Lao Li was fired just because he was coming to Beijing, right?

When he said this, no matter whether others believed it or not, he didn't believe it.

Looking at Old Li in such a mess, he didn't know what to say to him for a moment.

He had a lot of money on him, so at worst he could leave half for Lao Li and the other half for his son.

"Brother, that person has been staring at you. Could he be your relative?" A middle-aged man next to Li Saichang poked him with his arm and moved his mouth towards Secretary Wan.

"He's my relative. I'll leave first." Li Saichang smiled awkwardly at the middle-aged man, quickly got up and left.

As long as he walked fast, embarrassment could not catch up with him.

"This man is so poor, but I didn't expect he has a rich relative. It's really a donkey that jumped out of the quilt." The middle-aged man couldn't help but complain.

Li Saichang happened to hear this and almost stepped on his right foot with his left foot. It was his fault that his legs were not nimble enough, and the embarrassment still caught up with him.

For a moment, his mouth was full of bitterness. Which brother is so deceiving?