Li Chu was very satisfied that his daughter-in-law could put her own family first, so she didn't need to worry about buying things for her parents' family at all. He would prepare everything with one hand.

Ding Qiunan shrank towards the wall and patted the place beside him: "Don't you want to sleep for a while?"

"I'm not going to sleep anymore, please go to sleep quickly."

Seeing that her husband started reading again, Ding Qiunan stopped talking and closed her eyes.

Not long after, Li Chu heard steady breathing.

Put down the book in his hand, quietly walked to the front and picked up the newspaper on the table.

He had been too busy to read in the morning, and now reading the newspaper every day has become his habit.

He sat back on the chair next to the bed and watched casually as usual.

As a result, when he first saw the content on the front page of the newspaper, Li Chu's face shrank significantly.

Is it finally starting?

What was published on the front page was a speech by a certain big shot in Shanghai.

There was nothing special in the content of the speech, but it was about the establishment of a new organization in Demon City.

At present it has not attracted everyone's attention.

But when it changes its name next month, in February, and is established all over the country, everyone will recognize its name.

"Alas" Li Chu sighed with a heavy heart. This situation of knowing what would happen next and being unable to change it made him very uncomfortable.

But what can be done? In the face of the general situation, what does an individual mean? Even if he does not hesitate to reveal his reborn identity and report to the chief, the only thing that will greet him is to be dragged to a mental hospital.

Closing the newspaper in his hand, he no longer had the interest to continue reading.

He raised his eyes and stared at his wife who was sleeping soundly on the bed, looking at her pretty face.

I thought of my lovely children again.

From today on, no matter what you do, you must pay more attention.

And just when Li Chu was thinking a lot here, next door to his house, or I should say next door to the west, that is, at the gate of the second-entry courtyard, a middle-aged man was standing there with a face full of memories.

After a long time, I took out a key from my pocket and went to open the door.

After a lot of effort, I finally unlocked the door, pushed the door open, walked in, and closed the door behind me.

Standing in the dilapidated courtyard, he turned around and looked around.

This middle-aged man is the son of the owner of this courtyard house.

He works in the south, and the homeowner went to the south to join him a few years ago.

In the past two years, his parents have passed away due to their old age. Taking advantage of this business trip to Sijiucheng, he planned to come over to see if he could sell this house.

Their family is all in the south, and I'm afraid they won't have the chance to come back and live here again.

Looking at the place where he lived when he was a child, he slowly squatted down, stretched out his hand to touch the ground under his feet, and sighed, his heart filled with reluctance.

But what can you do? It is a waste to keep it in your hands. It is better to find a way to exchange some money so that your family can live a better life.

He had this idea before when his parents were still alive, but his father always disagreed, saying that it was ancestral property and could not be sold under any circumstances.

Now that he really made the decision, he felt a little reluctant to give up.

But thinking about his large family, he still stood up firmly and walked towards the door.

It's true that it's ancestral property, but family is more important. People are running out of food, so what's the use of keeping ancestral property.

He was going to go to the street office to ask if there was any way to sell the house. The business trip here was not long, and he had even less time to deal with personal matters, so he couldn't waste any more.

After leaving the yard, I locked the door again and walked to the place where I remembered the street office.

Neighbors passing by in the alley looked at him warily.

He was also looking around, and finally saw a familiar face, and walked over with a smile.

Aunt Chen, who was sitting at the gate and basking in the sun, looked at the stranger walking towards her with some curiosity.

Just as he was about to ask, the man opposite spoke first.

"Hello, Aunt Chen. I haven't seen you for many years. Do you still remember me?"

Aunt Chen frowned, looked carefully at the middle-aged man talking to her in front of her, and shook her head hesitantly: "I'm sorry, I'm old and my eyesight is hard to use. I really can't remember. Who are you?"

"Aunt Chen, the first one in the west, Lao Wang's."

As he spoke, he pointed in the direction of his home.

After hearing what he said, Aunt Chen looked him up and down carefully, trying hard to open her eyes to see him clearly.

"Lao Wang? Are you Wei Ping?" Aunt Chen asked hesitantly.

"Aunt Chen, do you remember? It's me, Weiping." Wang Weiping responded with a smile.

"Oh, my dear, Weiping, you've been gone for twenty years, right?" Aunt Chen stood up tremblingly, holding Wang Weiping's hand.

Several people in the courtyard heard the noise and ran out.

Seeing Aunt Chen holding a stranger's hand, they started asking questions.

When Aunt Chen said it, older people can still remember it.

"Weiping, are your parents okay? Are you coming back this time...?"

The neighbors gathered around Aunt Chen and Wang Weiping and chatted enthusiastically.

"Aunt Chen, our alley has changed so much. I don't recognize many people along the way."

"No, it's been twenty years. How can it be the same? If we, the older generation, leave in a few years, you really won't be able to find many acquaintances." Aunt Chen said with emotion.

"Aunt Chen, I just noticed that the eldest brother of the Zhao family next door to our house has rebuilt the house..."

Before Wang Weiping finished speaking, Aunt Chen covered his mouth and signaled him to stop talking.

The neighbors who were chatting and joking around also fell silent instantly.

Wang Weiping looked at everyone blankly, a little confused about the situation.

Aunt Chen turned her head and looked at both ends of the alley, then lowered her voice and said, "I don't dare to mention that person again. He was a spy and was executed by the government long ago."

"Special..." Wang Weiping was extremely surprised. As soon as he said a word loudly, he realized something was wrong and immediately shut his mouth.

This was a bit too magical. He still remembered that Brother Zhao next door was more than ten years older than him. He worked at the coal station and he was the only one at home. Whenever he saw him, he would give him a piece of candy very affectionately. That

How can a person be a spy?

But judging from the reactions of the neighbors, it must be unmistakable. Things are so unpredictable!

"Aunt Zhao, what about the house next door to our house...?"

"Oh, that house became vacant after the accident. It was bought by the brother of Director Li of our subdistrict office a few years ago. The young couple are both doctors and good people, but they seem to have enlisted in the army this year. The couple usually wears
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