Traveling back to 1952, starting a comeback from a relief station

As soon as he stood still, He Daqing lowered his voice and asked:

"What brings you here?"

"If the factory workers see this, they'll start gossiping, and I won't be able to leave with peace of mind!"

Bai Cuihua pursed her lips and said:

"I didn't come to the factory to look for you."

"I went to the fabric store this morning and they said the clothes we ordered can be made by Saturday afternoon."

"After you finish your work on Saturday noon, settle all your wages with the manager, take every extra day's pay, and then quit immediately."

"Let's buy train tickets for Saturday night and leave overnight."

Upon hearing this, He Daqing hesitated, rubbing his hands together without responding.

Seeing his appearance, Bai Cuihua's expression changed.

He opened his mouth and said:

"I received a letter from home; my third son is very ill, and I must go back immediately!"

"That child will be yours too, you can't just abandon him, can you?"

"I've already made the time clear to you. If you don't want to leave, I won't blame you. Just consider it my bad luck, and don't look for me again!"

At this point, Bai Cuihua's eyes reddened, and she turned to leave.

Seeing the woman in front of him with tears streaming down her face, and more importantly, she was a widow, He Daqing immediately couldn't resist.

He Daqing had a particular fondness for widows.

He quickly reached out and grabbed her:

"No, no, no, I didn't say I wasn't leaving!"

He gritted his teeth, as if he had made up his mind:

"Okay, we'll do as you say, Saturday night!"

"Go buy the train tickets in the next couple of days. Then you go to the fabric store to pick up the clothes, and I'll stay home and pack. Let's split up and avoid meeting in the yard to prevent anyone from noticing."

"Let's meet at the train station."

After saying that, He Daqing took out ten yuan from his pocket and quickly stuffed it into Bai Cuihua's hand.

The two looked around warily again, and seeing that no one was passing by, Bai Cuihua clutched the money and quickly walked out of the corner.

After a long while, He Daqing cautiously peeked out.

He left as if nothing had happened.

A while later, Wang Anping came out of there, looking a little dazed.

He had originally come to wait for Qin Huairu to get off work, but since there was still some time before she finished, he found a secluded place to rest. Unexpectedly, he stumbled upon this play.

"He Daqing really knows how to plan things out perfectly on Saturday night."

He was muttering to himself.

The closing bell rang at the steel rolling mill.

The factory workers swarmed out of the gate like ants moving house.

Qin Huairu came out with the other female workers in her group, still carrying the excitement of her first day at work.

She had a decent appearance and a refreshing demeanor, attracting the attention of many male workers along the way, and some even whispered about this beautiful new female worker.

I just stepped out the door.

She caught a glimpse of Wang Anping standing by the roadside.

He immediately greeted Sister Hua and the others with a smile, and quickly ran over:

"Brother Anping!"

Wang Anping smiled and waved to Sister Hua and Sister Liu, earning them ambiguous and strange looks in return, but he didn't seem to care.

He helped Qin Huairu onto the back of the bicycle and rode towards the Emei Restaurant.

After dinner.

The two returned to the courtyard house together.

Upon entering the courtyard, one could see Yan Bugui squatting at his doorway, tending to his precious potted plants.

Spring has arrived, and the wildflowers and weeds in the yard have sprouted. Judging from Old Yan's actions, he's probably dug up a few new seedlings from somewhere to add some new life to his little garden.

Yan Bugui caught a glimpse of Wang Anping out of the corner of his eye and instinctively tried to hide the small potted flower he had just transplanted behind his back.

Many of the flowers he grows are dug up from the wild in the suburbs.

They were afraid of being targeted by Wang Anping.

Seeing Wang Anping staring straight at him, he could only give an awkward smile and greet him:

"Anping, Huairu is back?"

"You ate out today, that's why you're so late getting home."

Wang Anping stopped in front of Yan Bugui's house.

Seeing this, Qin Huairu took the keys and went home to tidy up.

Looking at Yan Bugui's potted plants, Wang Anping realized that Yan Bugui did have some good qualities; at least he was very meticulous and patient.

Smiling and praising:

"Teacher Yan, your cooking skills are really good."

"Look how well these flowers are growing! They're so vibrant!"

"By the way, would you like to try out my car again?"

"I heard you practiced on that beat-up bike at school, you should be able to ride it by now, right?"

Yan Bugui's eyes lit up instantly, and he straightened up to ask:

"real?"

He actually did have driving practice.

I've been wanting to ride Wang Anping's new bike for a while, but I was too shy to ask. I didn't expect Wang Anping to bring it up himself.

Wang Anping pushed the bicycle in front of him and set up the bicycle ladder.

He patted the car seat and said:

"Is that even possible?"

"Remember to wipe it clean after you're done riding."

Yan Bugui beamed with joy and nodded quickly:

"That's no big deal!"

"I guarantee I'll polish it until it shines!"

Others have to pay to buy a bike, but I don't have to spend a penny to ride one. All things considered, it's like I'm making a profit.

As for wiping the car, it only takes a little effort and costs nothing.

We can study it a little longer!

Wang Anping was about to turn around and go back into the house when he suddenly stopped.

Looking around to make sure no one was in the yard, he leaned close to Yan Bugui and asked in a low voice:

"Teacher Yan, please tell me the truth."

"The He family—"

He pointed in the direction of He Daqing's house in the Intermediate People's Court:

"He Daqing, what exactly is his family's social class?"

Yan Bugui was stunned for a moment.

Seeing Wang Anping's serious expression, he also quickly and warily scanned his surroundings.

After confirming that no one was eavesdropping, he leaned closer and whispered:

"that……"

"He told everyone in the compound that he came from a peasant background."

"But who doesn't know that?"

"He Daqing has been a chef since he was young, and in his early years he even sold steamed buns at a stall. He had some spare cash, so he was hardly a proper farmer..."

Wang Anping nodded knowingly and muttered under his breath:

"No wonder!"

Yan Bugui: ? ? ?

What do you mean?

"Anping, what do you mean?"

"What do you mean by 'That explains it'? Have you discovered something?"

Seeing Wang Anping stop halfway through his sentence, Yan Bugui's gossipy heart felt like it had been scratched by a cat.

He was extremely interested in all sorts of rumors and gossip.

He quickly asked Wang Anping to elaborate.

Unable to resist Yan Bugui's persistent questioning, Wang Anping whispered:

"I was on my way to pick up Huai Ru from get off work when I saw a woman looking for Master He at the entrance of the steel rolling mill."

"That woman is quite pretty."

"But I've never met them. They seemed quite familiar with He Daqing, and I vaguely heard them talking about something like 'operation on Saturday night, meeting at the train station' or something like that."

"I don't know anything about Master He's situation, so I'm asking you!"

"real?"

Yan Bugui looked surprised.

But thinking about it, Wang Anping really didn't need to make that joke.

In today's society, transportation and communication are not as developed, and everyone lives in a small circle. Ordinary neighbors usually know each other's relatives and friends.

He Daqing's social circle did not include the person Wang Anping mentioned!

Could He Daqing really be an enemy agent?

What's in it for him?

In the past two years, there have been frequent sweeps of enemy agents.

Thinking of this, Yan Bugui also became vigilant.