Chapter 1 Such a Deep Love

1988, Hong Kong City, Qu family mansion.

Han Ming was standing in front of the window, holding a glass of wine and looking out the window in a daze. A pair of snow-white arms of a woman came over from behind. She pressed tightly against the man's back and said in a coquettish voice: "Ming, what are you thinking about? You don't even care about me~"

Han Ming put down his wine glass, turned around, hugged the beauty behind him, and said softly, "I'm thinking about you."

The woman smiled coquettishly and said, "You just have a sweet mouth." As she spoke, she touched Han Ming's lips with her finger, her beautiful eyes moving around, her gaze full of hope.

Han Ming looked at this Hong Kong socialite, Qu Xin, the eldest daughter of the Qu Group, with deep affection, his heart completely calm.

A pair of clear and bright eyes flashed before his eyes, and an elegant and graceful aura surrounded him. Han Ming couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart. Ruoruo...

Qu Xin looked into the man's affectionate eyes. She stroked the corners of his eyes with her fingers in a fascinated way. It seemed as if she saw the man who looked down on everyone again. He was powerful and aggressive. There was always a hint of sharpness in his cold eyes. Tingchuan...

Province A, Linshan City.

Du Ruo was dazed and heard a lot of noise. She wanted to call her assistant Xiao Liu to deal with it, but she couldn't open her mouth.

"The family members of prisoners undergoing labor reform are not ideologically aware enough. They should be allowed to participate in labor reform to reform their thoughts!"

"Wang Xiaocui, don't go too far. Du Ruo has fainted, but you still won't give in. Do you want to kill her?"

Du Ruo slowly opened his eyes and looked around. He heard the sanding sound of the cutting machine, large pieces of jade raw materials on the workbench, workers in blue work clothes shuttling back and forth, and a bright red slogan hung on the workshop wall. Is this the Linshan Jade Processing Factory?

Du Ruo looked down at her fingers. They were not as sharp as those from decades of holding a carving knife. Her fingers were slender and delicate.

I looked up at the two people who were arguing, and one of the figures looked familiar yet unfamiliar. Was this my good friend Wang Fang?

Then Wang Fang said, "Why did Master Li let Du Ruo move the raw materials? Isn't this bullying? This is not our job as carvers. Why doesn't he ask the transport team? He is just seeking revenge!"

Wang Xiaocui said: "Master Li is helping Comrade Du Ruo to improve herself and prevent her from being assimilated by her husband, a labor camp prisoner."

Carrying raw materials? Master Li? A prisoner in labor reform? Oh, she remembered. This was when she was a junior worker in a jade processing factory, helping her master. This was not Master Du who would become more than a decade later.

Wang Fang looked down and saw that Du Ruo had woken up. She hurried forward and asked, "Ruoruo, what happened to you? Let's go talk to the director."

Go to the director? It's useless. Because I'm the wife of a labor camp inmate, no one will speak for me.

Du Ruo slowly stood up, holding onto the wall, and said to Wang Xiaocui, "I remember your brother was arrested for speculation a few years ago. Should I write a letter to help your family correct their ideological errors?"

Wang Xiaocui choked. Although she was not guilty of speculation now, it was not a glorious thing either.

She turned and walked away, muttering, "I have work to do, who wants to take care of these crap?"

Du Ruo chased Wang Xiaocui away, and her ears were finally quiet. She leaned against the wall slowly, feeling how weak her body was.

That bastard Han Ming, after being released from labor reform, sneaked across the border to Hong Kong to enjoy a good life, and threw the blame on her.

Having lost her life once, Du Ruo cherishes life even more. She said directly: "Fangfang, please give me two days off. I want to go home and rest. I really can't stand it anymore."

Wang Fang looked at Du Ruo in surprise. Seeing that her face was pale and bloodless, she nodded and said, "You should take a rest. Your health is so poor. If you collapse, what will happen to Xiaozhe? Can he still survive?"

"Xiaozhe?" Du Ruo's heart ached. Wang Fang was right.

At that time, she gritted her teeth and persevered, but soon she fell ill. Xiaozhe went to buy medicine for her, but he got into a car accident, and before he could reach the hospital, her son died.

Du Ruo closed his eyes tightly, tears welling up from the corners of his eyes.

Wang Fang sighed, thinking that she was suffering from the hardship of life, so she took out her handkerchief to wipe her tears, helped her stand up and said, "Don't worry about anything. Go home and rest for a few days. I will go and talk to the director directly. There is no reason to force someone to death."

Du Ruo nodded, she forced herself to wave goodbye to Wang Fang, changed out of her work clothes, and walked out of the factory gate.

The air on the streets in the late 1980s was still fresh.

Du Ruo got on the No. 6 bus according to his memory, took out a dime and gave it to the conductor to buy a ticket, then sat down on the seat.

She looked around. The passengers' attire was very different from that in the early 1980s. Their clothes were varied and in various colors.

This is an era of booming economy and great explosion. Countless people want to seize the opportunity to fight for a future in the waves. It seems not uncommon to become penniless or heavily in debt overnight.

I don’t know who among these people will be the trendsetters of the future, and who is at the lowest point in their life like me.

Just as she was thinking this, suddenly, her gaze froze, and there was a horizontal line above the heads of the pedestrians outside the car window.

Some of the horizontal lines are black, some are red, and some are half black and half red. Some are only one-third full, and some are completely full.

Du Ruo was wondering what was going on. She turned her head and looked inside the carriage. She was so frightened that she almost jumped up.

Everyone in the carriage, regardless of gender, age or status, had a black line on their head, and that black line was as black as ink.

Du Ruo's heart was pounding. She suddenly stood up, rushed to the door, and said to the conductor, "I want to get off!"

The conductor was fiddling with her ticket clip. She frowned and glanced at Du Ruo impatiently: "You want to get off, why didn't you tell me earlier? We haven't reached our stop yet. Get off when we get to our stop."

Du Ruo was so anxious that cold sweat broke out on her forehead. She turned her head to look inside the carriage. The black lines on the head of the old man sitting by the window had already turned into black mist. This was definitely not right.

Just as she was getting anxious, she heard the conductor shout, "We have arrived at the Sixth Elementary School. Anyone getting off? Hurry to the door. Next stop is the farmers' market!"

Du Ruo jumped off the bus the moment the door opened and almost sprained her ankle. She held onto the iron pillar of the bus stop, took out her handkerchief and wiped the cold sweat from her forehead.

Her eyes were fixed on the bus as it drove away. One second, five seconds, ten seconds... and nothing unexpected happened. Du Ruo breathed a sigh of relief. That was good.

Since I got off the bus one stop earlier, I had to walk a little further.

Du Ruo walked forward slowly, and suddenly her eyes widened. The bus had collided with a truck, and the truck body had been completely deformed. Traffic police in grass-green uniforms were maintaining order.

Du Ruo's heart was beating fast, so the horizontal line she just saw...