In Qiu Yang's memory, from childhood to adulthood, her father, Qiu Jingwen, seemed to have no worries and always had a smiling expression. He was the most approachable and friendly workshop director in the entire Hongqi Factory.
But then I realized that my father today is somewhat different from the one I used to be.
In fact, after getting off work, Qiu Yang rode his bicycle directly to his father's workshop director's office.
Qiu Jingwen seemed to know that his son was coming to see him after get off work, so he stayed in the office waiting for his son.
Qiu Jingwen gave his son a perfunctory greeting, and the two of them rode their bicycles back to the dormitory area.
Throughout the journey, Qiu Jingwen, with a Pegasus sword in his mouth, barely spoke a word to his son Qiu Yang, and his expression seemed quite solemn.
So, at this moment,
Qiu Yang sensed from his mother Jiang Yuping's words that his father was indeed troubled.
"Mom, what's on Dad's mind? Don't you know?"
Qiu Yang looked at his mother and asked.
The crucian carp in the pot was almost burnt from the oil, and the aroma of the fish was irresistible.
Jiang Yuping did not respond. Instead, she picked up a green thermos, uncorked it, and poured boiling water into the pot.
Seeing her son still standing in front of the kitchen door waiting for her response, she looked towards Qiuyang.
“Son, you will know many things in the future. You go ahead, or you can talk to your dad first.”
Qiu Yang was deeply shocked by his mother's words.
He seemed to have a vague feeling that something was about to happen in this family.
Otherwise, why would Mother say such worrying things?!
Qiu Yang didn't ask anything more, said goodbye to his mother, and turned to leave.
Just as Qiu Yang turned around, Qiu Shui, along with Qiu Shou and Qiu Chan, chirped and chattered as they pushed open the door and entered.
As soon as Qiushou saw her brother Qiuyang, she immediately threw herself into his arms.
At twelve years old, Qiu Shou wasn't very tall, but he already stood up to Qiu Yang's chest.
"elder brother!".
The autumn harvest arrives with a crisp cry.
This shout was filled with brotherly affection.
As Qiu Yang stroked her younger brother's head, she asked:
"Autumn harvest, don't you miss your brother a lot?"
"Of course I wanted to come home! You haven't been home in so long. I just heard from my sister that you were coming home today, so Qiu Chan and I ran back immediately."
"I miss you all too."
The two brothers were very affectionate, which made Qiu Chan, who was standing to the side, a little jealous.
The cicada gazed at the autumn sun, blinked its large, watery eyes, and uttered a sentence:
"Brother, you're being unfair to me. You should hug me too."
As Qiu Chan spoke, she pressed her body against her brother.
Qiu Yang didn't reach out, but instead flicked Qiu Chan's nose.
"Qiu Chan, you're almost a grown woman, and you still need your brother to carry you? Aren't you ashamed?"
Qiu Chan immediately retorted with a muttered rebuttal.
"Brother, even if I grow up to be a young woman and get married, I'll still be your sister, always your sister. What's wrong with a brother hugging his sister? You're such a country bumpkin." (A country bumpkin, a dialect term referring to someone who is unsophisticated and uncultured.)
After all, this was the 1970s. Although they were siblings, they hugged each other and even rolled around together when they were little, which didn't matter.
However, Qiu Chan has grown up now, and as a fifteen-year-old girl, her body has undergone obvious changes, with her chest even showing signs of becoming small hills. Even though Qiu Yang is her older brother, having developed feelings for Su Xiaowei, he no longer embraces his gradually maturing younger sister.
However, instead of hugging his sister, she came up and hugged him.
Qiu Chan then pressed herself against Qiu Yang's side and wrapped her arms around his waist.
Qiu Yang could tell that his younger sister was resentful, feeling that her brother Qiu Shou was favored, and was determined to earn her share of her brother's affection.
So he gently hugged Qiu Chan, then patted his sister's shoulder:
"Alright, alright, you guys play, I have some things to talk to Dad about."
As Qiu Yang spoke, he gently pushed Qiu Shou and Qiu Chan away.
His mother's words made him lose all desire to be close to his younger siblings.
He needed to talk to his father to find out why he was being asked to come home today, and the idea of having a family reunion dinner made Qiu Yang suddenly realize that it was not just a simple meal.
As for Qiushou and Qiuchan, they always obeyed their brother Qiuyang's words, so they stopped bothering him and went to the kitchen together to see what delicious food their mother would cook for them when he returned.
At that moment, Qiu Yang stepped into the door of his parents' bedroom.
He didn't just push the door open and enter, but instead asked:
"Dad, may I come in?"
Although Qiu Jingwen only has a junior high school education, Jiang Yuping studied at a junior college in Shanghai.
In the era before the college entrance examination was reinstated, their family could barely be considered a semi-intellectual family.
Therefore, the five Qiu siblings are of higher quality and better upbringing than children from ordinary families.
Qiu Yang was already at work, so he knew proper etiquette when entering his parents' bedroom, which is why he knocked on the door first and then asked for their permission.
"The door is unlocked, come in."
Qiu Jingwen's gentle voice came out.
Hearing the sound, Qiu Yang pushed open the door and entered.
I saw my father standing on the balcony smoking.
Because the door to the balcony was not closed, Qiu Jingwen opened the balcony window, but smoke still filled the balcony and even the bedroom.
Qiu Yang, who has the same meticulous mind as Jiang Yuping and is also well-versed in the Sherlock Holmes stories, can tell at a glance from the smoke-filled room that his father is hiding a lot of worries.
He never dreamed that his family was in crisis and in a terrifying situation. He never imagined that his father, whom he admired, the recognized model worker and gentle workshop director of the Red Flag Factory, was actually an enemy agent who had been lurking for more than 20 years.
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