The family of four had a lot of fun and put the two children to sleep.

Shen Xiaobei's mood also calmed down. Duan Xichuan wanted to linger with her, but she seemed a little uninterested, so he didn't force it.

"What's wrong, girl? Weren't you so happy just now?"

"Xichuan, it's been 76 years, it's gone by so fast!"

"Quick? Girl, why are you so emotional today?"

"This year... let's wait a few more days, then we'll know if this year is a special year..."

In the few days before New Year's Day, Shen Xiaobei felt extremely uneasy when he thought that 1976 was approaching.

Although this is an imaginary world, the historical background here is extremely similar to the 1970s before she traveled through time, and the major historical events are almost the same.

Although the leader's name is different from the city name, Shen Xiaobei still has a strong premonition that this year, the mountains and rivers of this world will be in trouble.

Three leaders beloved by the people will pass away one after another this year.

As for the first leader who is about to pass away, his life should have entered the final countdown, with only one week left.

This leader is also someone Shen Xiaobei has always admired and loved. He has no children in his life and has devoted himself to the country.

When he died, the common people spontaneously lined the ten-mile-long street, crying bitterly.

Thinking of this sad day in history, and that he would experience it once in this world he traveled through, Shen Xiaobei couldn't help but want to cry.

"Girl, why are you talking so nonsense? Why are you crying? Are you thinking of something sad?"

"Well, it did remind me of a sad thing..."

"What happened to make you so sad that you start crying just thinking about it? Tell your husband quickly!"

"I won't say any more. It's such a sad story, so I won't upset you either. Go to sleep now. Just treat it as some nonsense I raved."

"Girl, how can I sleep peacefully with you like this? Tell me quickly, what's going on?"

"Xichuan, I'm really fine. I just suddenly thought of an elder I knew very well. He's old and in poor health. Thinking that every year that passes means he's one year less of his life, I feel a little sad..."

"Hey, girl, your sentimental nature really makes you suitable to be a writer. Birth, aging, sickness and death are common to all human beings. No one can escape them. We must always face them bravely."

"Yeah, I know. Okay, I'm fine. I won't say any more. Let's go to sleep."

Shen Xiaobei perfunctorily said a few words to Duan Xichuan, and after the two of them kissed each other lightly goodnight, they fell asleep in each other's arms.

In the next few days, Shen Xiaobei felt a little listless every day.

These days, she dressed herself and her two children very plainly, without any bright colors.

When Rao Junxia and Wang Yisan came to visit, they asked her with concern why she seemed so listless recently.

She just brushed it off perfunctorily without saying much.

I was anxiously waiting for the broadcast or newspaper in the compound, or the obituary that Duan Xichuan would bring back from the army.

In this anxious and solemn waiting, on the morning of the 7th, Shen Xiaobei unexpectedly received a sample copy of her first published book in the guard room.

It was sent by the publishing house. The binding design and paper of the sample book cover are not as good as those of modern books.

However, there is a simple and elegant style that belongs to this era.

Looking at her name printed on the book, she realized that every word in the book was written by her own hand on the draft paper.

Shen Xiaobei treated the book like his own child. After taking it back to the room, he couldn't let it go and gently stroked it, fearing that he would damage the book.

However, compared with the great tragedy that is about to happen in the world, a person’s small achievements and joys seem so insignificant and insignificant.

After simply flipping through his book, Shen Xiaobei put it under his pillow, thinking that after a while, when his mood would calm down, he would read it slowly and quietly.

This night should have been a night of joy, a night worth celebrating.

But because he had a premonition that there would be an obituary tomorrow, after turning off the lights and going to bed, Shen Xiaobei was restless and tossed and turned.

Duan Xichuan heard her tossing and turning frequently and was also disturbed and unable to sleep.

He asked her with concern: "Girl, are you suffering from insomnia?"

"Yeah, I couldn't sleep. I'm sorry, Xichuan, I made you sleep poorly too."

"Silly girl, I'm fine. But you seem to be worried these days. Girl, are you hiding another secret from your husband?"

"What secrets do I have? Maybe it's just that my period is coming soon and I'm feeling a little irritable."

"Really? Why haven't I heard you say before that you'd be irritable before that? Girl, are you tired from taking care of two little ones during the day?"

"No, they're so easy to take care of, how could they tire me out? I'm really fine, don't think too much about it, just go to sleep, I won't toss and turn anymore."

"Hey, okay, little girl, then go to sleep and don't think about anything. Do you hear me?"

"Okay, I understand. You can go to sleep too."

Seeing that Shen Xiaobei obviously looked worried but was unwilling to talk to him, Duan Xichuan felt helpless and frustrated.

He guessed that Shen Xiaobei must be tired from taking care of the children, but was too embarrassed to complain in front of him, so this happened. He couldn't help but feel that he owed her a lot.

I was thinking of taking her and the two children out for a good walk and relaxation during the Spring Festival holiday.

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