1968: Started from breeding

Chapter 358 The revolution will eventually succeed!

Xuzhou Railway Station.

With the New Year's Day holiday over, there were many people returning home, even as evening approached.

It was also crowded with people, and the air was filled with all sorts of noisy chatter.

Su Wenchen no longer had the air of having everything under control that morning, and paced anxiously back and forth on the platform with Lei Boliang.

His gaze kept drifting towards the exit.

It seems like they are expecting something.

Lei Bailiang noticed that Su Wenchen was not as calm as usual.

He immediately joked.

"What's wrong with our Director Su?"

"In your words, the floor is so hot it burns your feet!"

“I’ve noticed that you haven’t been able to stand quietly for more than a minute since you came to the train station.”

"When I went to the front to wake you up, you had this expression that said you had just fallen asleep and something must have happened!"

Su Wenchen looked at Lei Bailiang speechlessly.

"Uncle Lei, stop teasing me, I'm really worried!"

"I never expected her to come today!"

"I was planning to go back and pick her up during the next two days of the holiday!"

"Although it's not far, I'm still worried."

Lei Bailiang waved his hand.

“I overheard the person on the phone in the office saying that your spouse bought a private box ticket.”

"Besides, your father-in-law works in the railway system, so there won't be any problems."

Hearing Lei Boliang's words of comfort, Su Wenchen, though he already knew the truth, still couldn't help but feel a surge of unease.

at this time.

"Woo——"

A long, drawn-out whistle rang out.

"It's here! This should be the train!"

Lei Boliang pointed at the train that was gradually slowing down and entering the station and shouted.

The clanging sound of wheels rubbing against rails grew louder as it approached.

Su Wenchen's gaze was also completely drawn to the train as it slowly came to a stop amidst the billowing steam.

As soon as the carriage doors opened, a flood of people poured out.

Su Wenchen's heart began to race involuntarily, and his eyes sharpened as he searched for familiar figures in the crowd.

Suddenly, his gaze froze.

At the carriage door, there was a young woman wearing a gray-blue cotton-padded jacket and a gray scarf.

Holding a tightly wrapped baby in her arms, she walked out with the crowd, surrounded by her parents.

Su Wenchen saw that the other person's originally fair face was slightly flushed in the cold wind, and his eyes could not hide the fatigue of the journey.

Unable to contain himself any longer, he rushed forward, pushing through the crowd to meet the other person.

He couldn't help but wave and shout.

"Ah Li!"

"Mom and Dad!"
"Here! Here!"

Seemingly hearing the shouts, the two sides quickly converged.

After meeting, Su Wenchen couldn't help but say.

"Mom and Dad, you're here too!"

Upon hearing Su Wenchen's words, Su's mother replied irritably.

"What else? Let your wife come over with the baby all by herself!"

"Only someone as carefree as you can feel at ease."

Upon seeing Su Wenchen, Jiang Li's tired expression was instantly replaced by a delighted smile.

Hearing Su's mother's words, he shook his head immediately.

"Mom, didn't I say that I could do it alone? Besides, Dad even spoke to the train conductor."

"Actually, I can do it all by myself."

Upon hearing this, Su's mother snorted coldly.

"Hmph, you don't know what's good for you. You'll just have to work hard!"

Jiang Li shook her head, then quickly moved the swaddled baby in her arms forward slightly, her eyes sparkling as she looked at Su Wenchen.

"Ah Chen! Hug Qi Jin!"

Seeing this, Su Wenchen carefully took the heavy, thickly wrapped bundle from his wife's arms.

The baby in the bundle seemed to still be asleep. Disturbed by the unfamiliar environment and movements, the baby pouted unhappily and made a soft grumbling sound of dissatisfaction.

After taking it, Su Wenchen awkwardly but gently adjusted the position so that the little one's face could be pressed against his father's broad and warm chest.

Looking at the fair-skinned little baby in front of him, a strange sense of responsibility rose in Su Wenchen's heart.

This is a completely different feeling from looking at a photograph.

Su Wenchen couldn't help but gently kiss the other person's small face.

Seemingly sensing that something was wrong, the little baby slowly opened his big, dark eyes.

I stared blankly at the voice, which seemed familiar yet carried the aura of a stranger I had never encountered before.

The little guy blinked a few times, and then suddenly burst into a loud howl.

"Wow--!"

Upon seeing this, Su's mother quickly came over and took the child from Su Wenchen.

"You naughty child, we just put you to sleep before we got off the bus, and you woke us up with a kiss all of a sudden."

"Now that's it, I guess I won't be able to get him to sleep on the way."

"Qi Jin is just like you were when you were a child, full of energy. It must be exhausting for one person to take care of him."

Su's father, who was carrying things behind, couldn't help but speak up at this moment.

"Alright, that's enough. We can talk about it after we get back and settle in."

Upon hearing this, Su Wenchen immediately went to help his father take the things.

"Dad, give me the things! The car's outside, let's go back first and talk about it!"

"We just saw someone off, so I'll show you around here for the next couple of days."

Father Su looked at his youngest son, who was clearly more mature and exuded an air of authority in his every move.

He simply handed over a light leather suitcase.

"You take the box!"

"The burlap sack is quite dirty, so don't get your hands dirty. I'll carry it."

Seeing that his father was so determined, Su Wenchen did not refuse any further.

"Alright, let's not refuse anymore, let's go out first!"

"The car is right outside."

After saying that, he couldn't help but take Jiang Li's hand with his other free hand.

He then led the way towards the outside of the platform.

Jiang Li, whose hand was being held by Su Wenchen, glanced around, still feeling embarrassed.

But at this moment, she did not break free, and a happy smile appeared on her face.

After squeezing through the crowd, Lei Boliang greeted Su's father with a smile and helped them carry their luggage.

We drove all the way back to the special economic zone's residential compound.

It was nearly evening.

The simple yet tidy interior finally felt like home.

Su's father helped to make the fire in the stove burn brightly, driving away the winter chill.

Su's mother was also busy tidying up her luggage, and laughter could be heard from time to time in the room.

In the master bedroom, Su Wenchen carefully held his son in his arms, as if he were holding a fragile porcelain doll.

The little one had been crying and fussing in the car for a while and was tired. He was now closing his eyes and hiccuping slightly.

Su Wenchen watched Jiang Li busily changing the sheets and duvet cover.

He was preparing to put the baby in the small crib he had specially commissioned a carpenter to make, and then he went to help Jiang Li with the chores.

However, upon seeing this, Jiang Li quickly said something.

"Don't put him down yet. Wait until he's sound asleep before putting him down, otherwise this kid will definitely start howling again."

Upon hearing this, Su Wenchen looked at his wife with heartache.

"Ah Li, you've worked hard this past year."

Jiang Li gazed tenderly at the father and son.

“I don’t have a hard time. I usually only go back to breastfeed once at noon and check on him for a while in the evening. Most of the time, my mom helps take care of him.”

"If we're talking about hard work, it's Mom who works the hardest. She has to help with everything."

"Originally, my second brother's Iron Head didn't have to guard anymore; he could just follow Stone around."

"As a result, our Qijin came again, and before we came, my sister-in-law, who had always wanted a second one, finally got her wish."

"After taking care of our eldest son, I have to help my sister-in-law and the others. So, Mom is the one who really works hard."

Su Wenchen thought about it after hearing this.

"Unfortunately, neither of our families has any female relatives."

"Otherwise, we could find someone to help share the burden."

Jiang Li laughed when she heard this.

“I do have a stepmother, but I don’t trust her. I’ll send this brat to the aftercare program after she takes care of him for another year.”

"Anyway, I've noticed that quite a few of your employees are pregnant this year, and there will be a lot of babies in this batch."

"We can just have someone else take care of it then."

Su Wenchen nodded.

Are you referring to the main site?

Jiang Li nodded.

"Over the years, the employees have accumulated a lot of wages, which is enough to support their children, so they have one after another."

“There are many people of the same age over there, and it’s your venue, so I’ll feel at ease leaving it there.”

After hearing Jiang Li's words, Su Wenchen thought for a moment and said...

"Ah Li, have you ever thought about working here? That way, it'll be easier for me to take care of you all."

Jiang Li, who was busy making the bed, paused for a moment.

"Ah Chen, to be honest, I don't really want to leave the commune."

“Over the past few years, starting from your brigade, I have devoted too much effort to the commune. If I leave now, I will not be willing to do so!”

Su Wenchen nodded.

“I understand, but in the next few years, I may have to shift my focus in this area.”

"But it's alright. Once this reception incident is over, I'll try my best to make time to go back every month."

Hearing that Su Wenchen hadn't asked her to give up her job and come here, Jiang Li was touched and leaned closer to Su Wenchen.

"Ah Chen, it's so good to have met you!" Su Wenchen shook his head.

Meeting you is my good fortune.

Just then, the little one in Su Wenchen's arms felt the pressure of a familiar scent.

He immediately started grumbling in dissatisfaction.

It seemed to be a reminder to the two of them, "Be careful, you're both crowding me."

Hearing his son's whimpering, Su Wenchen chuckled and kissed his son's smooth little face.

"You brat, you really can't stand the slightest grievance!"

"You should make this brat's bed first!"

"I'll put him down and go to the cafeteria to get you food. I don't usually use the pots and pans here."

"It needs to be cleaned properly tomorrow before it can be used. I'll invite my colleagues over for a meal then."

"Give me the child, you go get the food!"

"My parents have been on the road for a long time and they are tired. After dinner, they can rest well."

Upon hearing this, Su Wenchen also revealed a mocking expression.

"They really need to get some rest. How about we let our son bother them for another night?"

"Otherwise, I'm afraid the noise will wake up this brat."

Jiang Li glared at Su Wenchen when she heard his inappropriate remarks.

"What are you talking about!"

"You already have a son, and you're still so indecent!"

"You can't be as outspoken as you used to be."

"Otherwise, if word gets out, I won't be a big deal, but you, as a leader of the special economic zone, can't afford to lose face."

Su Wenchen disagreed.

"How am I being improper? I sleep with my wife at night, isn't that perfectly proper?"

"If you don't believe me, go ask around in the Special Economic Zone. My personal lifestyle is perfectly upright!"

"Besides, I don't believe you won't be begging for it tonight."

Upon hearing these words, Jiang Li blushed slightly and nudged her husband.

"What nonsense are you talking about in front of the children!"

"They've corrupted the children!"

Su Wenchen waved his hand.

"He's still breastfeeding! He doesn't know anything. We won't sleep with him after he turns three."

"As Su Wenchen's son, he must become independent as soon as possible!"

"How can I always sleep with my parents!"

Jiang Li glanced at Su Wenchen.

"Hmph, I didn't see you become independent at three years old either!"

"Alright, go get your food! Just give me the kid."

Seeing this, Su Wenchen handed the child over.

"What would you like to eat? Our cafeteria has a pretty good selection of dishes right now. We've stocked up on ingredients to entertain guests these past few days."

Jiang Li shook her head.

"Just have regular food. You can invite your colleagues and subordinates over tomorrow and then we can arrange a proper meal!"

Su Wenchen thought for a moment.

"Tomorrow is tomorrow, today is today. Our cafeteria food is cheap, it's all at cost price!"

"Fine, I'll see how it goes!"

After saying that, he walked out of the room.

Afterwards, Su Wenchen ordered one serving of almost every dish from the special zone's canteen, filling a large table.

The atmosphere in the room was warm and cheerful, with the firelight illuminating every smiling face, making Su Wenchen feel a long-lost warm haven.

Not long after the meal, Su Wenchen was just about to put the child to bed.

The tender moment that hadn't even begun was abruptly shattered by a rapid knocking on the door.

Su Wenchen frowned slightly upon hearing this.

Seeing this, Jiang Li smiled and took the child from Su Wenchen's hands, who was babbling something unintelligible.

"They've been trying to talk to you all evening, it must be something important, you should go ahead and get busy!"

"Anyway, I'm going to stay here until the New Year, so you won't miss a little more time."

Hearing this, Su Wenchen knew that everyone was on holiday and would not knock on the door at this time unless it was something important.

After opening the courtyard gate, Su Wenchen saw that it was Lei Bailiang, whom he had tried to persuade to stay but failed.

However, this time, the other party was completely different from before.

His face revealed the feelings Su Wenchen had since meeting the other person.

I had never seen that resolute face of his before, so pale, breathless, and flustered.

Su Wenchen frowned upon seeing this.

"Uncle Lei, what's wrong? Did something happen at home?"

Upon hearing Su Wenchen's words, Lei Bailiang silently handed over a copy of the Xinhua News Agency newspaper that he had just published that day.

His voice also revealed a hint of sadness and sorrow.

"Xiao Su, today's newspaper, Xinhua News Agency reported! My old leader, in the end, couldn't hold on!"

After hearing these words, even a tough guy like Lei Bailiang, who had been through countless battles, couldn't help but have tears welling up in his eyes.

Upon hearing this, Su Wenchen's pupils contracted instantly, and his hand instinctively took the newspaper.

Looking at the obituary information clearly announced to the people of the whole country.

Su Wenchen knew very well that no one would dare to publish false information in such a national newspaper.

The notice read that he passed away at 11:55 PM last night.

That is, not long after he finished his report last night!

Su Wenchen guessed that not only he didn't sleep much last night, but the elderly people in Beijing probably didn't sleep much either.

Thinking of this old man who dedicated almost his entire life to the country, he did not fall to the enemy's swords and spears, but instead fell on his sickbed.

Su Wenchen's eyes also became extremely dry.

Looking at Lei Bailiang, whose eyes were bloodshot, Su Wenchen said in a hoarse voice.

"Uncle Lei, come in first! Let's have a drink."

"I'm not so sad when I'm drunk."

The night is deep.

The dim yellow light in the room of the special economic zone's family compound flickered incessantly.

The air was thick with the pungent smell of cheap liquor, which masked the chill of the winter night, but could not suppress the heavy sorrow that filled the two hearts.

There were leftover dishes on the table, but neither of them touched them much, while the bottle of liquor next to them was already more than half empty.

An overwhelming sadness, like a cold tide, instantly overwhelmed Lei Bailiang's consciousness.

Under the influence of alcohol, the other person's face turned bright red, their eyes began to glaze over, and they slurred their words, muttering to themselves over and over again.

"Old boss... how could you not hold on!"

"We persevered through such difficult times back then!"

"Old leader, you said you would lead us with 100,000 banners to slay Yama, the King of Hell!"

"How could I be the first to fall down!"

"We haven't even seen the revolution completely succeed yet! How can you fall down prematurely!"

As he spoke, Lei Bailiang couldn't help but recite the other person's "Three Chapters of Meiling".

"What is the meaning of being beheaded today? Starting a business is difficult and involves many battles."

"On this journey to the netherworld, we will summon our old comrades, and with ten thousand banners, we will slay Yama, the King of Hell."

As he spoke, this tough guy, who had survived countless hardships, had snot and tears streaming down his face.

However, I still suppressed my grief and continued with the second part.

"Ten years of war have raged in the South; this head must be hung at the nation's gate."

"Those who die later, strive harder, and when good news arrives, use it as paper money."

These lines of poetry, which sounded like a farewell, made Lei Bailiang unable to hold back his tears any longer, and he choked up.

It seemed that all that could come out of my throat was a sob.

Lei Bailiang could only abruptly pick up the bowl and gulp down a large mouthful, as if trying to extinguish the churning discomfort in his chest with the burning liquid.

Su Wenchen was already quite drunk as he listened to Lei Boliang's recitation.

He also supported himself on the table with one hand, unconsciously stroking the rim of the bowl with the other, staring unfocused at the light.

Thinking of the desperate situation and heroic spirit the other person faced when writing this poem, and also of the blood and passion that the older generation dedicated their lives to this country.

The poem expresses a transcendence and steadfastness towards life and death, and towards one's career.

In the lamplight, he seemed to see the same cheerful figure he had seen when they first met at the Canton Fair, the man in his old military uniform, still working tirelessly for the country despite his illness.

That was the first time they met, and it was after that that he got on the fast track and never encountered any unexpected trouble.

Su Wenchen knew in his heart that this was because someone above had stopped him.

Now he has gradually grown up and even has direct communication channels with those above him.

I am no longer afraid of any trouble.

but!

Su Wenchen looked at Lei Boliang, who was sobbing uncontrollably.

Unable to contain his sorrow, he continued with the final chapter of the Meiling Three Chapters.

"To devote oneself to the revolution is to make it one's home; the bloodshed and turmoil must come to an end."

"To sacrifice oneself for righteousness is a matter for today; let the flowers of freedom bloom throughout the world."

After reciting the poem, reflecting on the heroism and tragedy of the other person who sacrificed himself for righteousness, he expressed his personal sacrifice and his fervent hope and expectation for a bright future, with his own revolutionary ideals at its core.

This also made Su Wenchen unable to resist picking up the large bowl of wine in front of him, spilling three-tenths of the wine on the ground.

The rest went down my throat, burning like fire into my stomach, and I couldn't help but mutter.

"The revolution will ultimately succeed! May the leader rest in peace!"

"I will carry on your ideals and beliefs, and I will definitely realize them in the end!"

After taking a big gulp of baijiu, Su Wenchen couldn't help but feel dizzy.

Unable to resist, he put down his wine bowl, leaned on the table, and continued to mutter to himself.

"You just wait and see! I will work hard... work hard... work hard to achieve the great rejuvenation of our country!"

"When the day comes, I'll burn the good news for you as paper money!"

After saying that, Su Wenchen could no longer hold back and felt dizzy. His taut nerves snapped instantly under the combined impact of alcohol and grief.

Suddenly everything went black, and then there was a "plop" sound!
He slumped his head heavily onto the cold table and fell into a deep sleep.

All that remained were mumbled whispers and sobs.

The small room was filled only with the strong smell of baijiu and Lei Boliang's suppressed, intermittent sobs.

The poignant verses seemed to linger in the cold air, so heavy they made it hard to breathe.

(End of this chapter)