1988, Hong Kong City, Qu family mansion.
Han Ming was staring out the window, holding a glass of wine. A pair of snow-white arms came from behind him. She pressed against his back and said in a soft voice, "Ming, what are you thinking about? You are ignoring me~"
Han Ming put down his wine glass, turned around, hugged the beauty behind him into his arms, and said softly, "I'm thinking of you."
The woman smiled sweetly 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 shining.
Han Ming looked at this Hong Kong socialite, Qu Xin, the eldest daughter of the Qu Group, with deep affection, and his heart was 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 pang in his heart. Ruoruo...
Qu Xin looked into the man's affectionate eyes. She obsessively stroked the corners of his eyes with her fingers. It was as if she saw that arrogant man again, domineering and aggressive. There was always a sharpness in his cold eyes. Tingchuan...
Province A, Linshan City.
Du Ruo felt a daze and heard a lot of noise in her ears. She wanted to call her assistant Xiao Liu to deal with it, but she couldn't open her mouth.
"The family of a prisoner in a labor camp is not ideologically aware enough, so she should be forced to participate in labor reform to improve her thinking!"
"Wang Xiaocui, don't go too far. Du Ruo has already fainted, and you're still not giving in. Do you want to kill her?"
Du Ruo slowly opened his eyes and looked around. He heard the grinding sound of the cutting machine, large pieces of jade raw materials on the workbench, workers in blue work clothes shuttling back and forth, and bright red slogans hanging on the walls of the workshop. Is this the Linshan Jade Processing Factory?
Du Ruo looked down at her fingers. There were no calluses from holding the carving knife for decades, and her hands were slender and fair.
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 what we carvers do. Why doesn't he go find the moving team? He's just taking revenge!"
Wang Xiaocui said, "Master Li is helping Comrade Du Ruo improve herself and prevent her from being assimilated by her husband, a prisoner."
Carrying raw materials? Master Li? A prisoner? Oh, she remembered. This was when she was a junior worker at the jade processing factory, helping her master. It wasn't Master Du more than a decade later.
Wang Fang looked down and saw that Du Ruo had woken up. She hurried forward and asked, "Ruoruo, how are you? Let's go talk to the director."
Go to the director? It's useless. Just because I'm the wife of a labor camp inmate, no one will speak up 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 and propose to help your family correct your ideological errors?"
Wang Xiaocui choked. Although there was no such thing as 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 trivial matters?"
Du Ruo drove Wang Xiaocui away, and her ears were finally quiet. She leaned against the wall slowly, feeling very weak.
That bastard Han Ming, after being released from labor reform, smuggled himself out to Hong Kong City to enjoy a good life, and threw the blame on her.
Having lost her life once before, Du Ruo cherished 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 glanced at Du Ruo in surprise. Seeing her pale face, devoid of any color, she nodded and said, "You should take a break. Your health is so poor. If you collapse, what will happen to Xiaozhe? Will he still be able to 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 and had a car accident. Before he reached the hospital, her son died.
Du Ruo closed her eyes tightly, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes.
Wang Fang sighed, thinking she was suffering from the hardships of life. She took out a handkerchief to wipe her tears, helped her to her feet and said, "Don't worry about anything. Go home and rest for a few days. I'll go talk to the director directly. There's no reason to force someone to death."
Du Ruo nodded, she forced herself to wave 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 took the No. 6 bus according to his memory, took out a dime and handed it to the conductor to buy a ticket, then sat down on the seat.
She looked around. The passengers' attire was very different now than in the early 1980s. Their clothes were varied and in a variety of 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 rich overnight and be heavily in debt overnight.
I don’t know who among these people will be the future trendsetters, and who is in the lowest point of life like me.
Just as she was thinking this, her gaze suddenly stopped and there was a horizontal line above the heads of the pedestrians outside the car window.
Some of the lines are black, some are red, some are half black and half red. Some are only one-third full, and some are completely full.
Du Ruo was puzzled. What was going on? She turned her head and took a look inside the carriage. This look frightened her so much 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 in a few steps, and said to the conductor, "I want to get off!"
The conductor was fiddling with her ticket holder. 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 there."
Du Ruo was so anxious that cold sweat broke out on her forehead. She turned her head to look inside the carriage. The old man sitting by the window had black mist forming on the black lines on his head. This was definitely not right.
Just as she was getting anxious, she heard the conductor shout, "We've arrived at the Sixth Primary School. Anyone getting off? Hurry and head 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 a 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... no accident happened. Du Ruo breathed a sigh of relief. That was good.
Since I got off the bus one stop early, I had to walk a little further.
Du Ruo walked slowly forward when her eyes suddenly widened. The bus had collided with a large truck, completely deforming the vehicle. Traffic police in grass-green uniforms were maintaining order.
Du Ruo's heart was pounding, so the horizontal line she just saw...
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