Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife

When she walked outside, she saw a lush rose bush in the corner of the yard. Xibao was clamoring for flowers. Feng Qingxue secretly spanked him twice, but it was useless. The little guy glared at her and asked her to find the old leader. The posture of complaining.

The old leader heard it in the house and loudly asked Lan Tianming to pick some more rose flowers for Xibao.

Lan Tianming followed the instructions, broke off more than a dozen branches at one go, and removed the small thorns on them.

So, Xibao happily carried a lot of rose flowers out of the old leader's residence. The flowers blocked his view of the road. He walked slowly and clumsily, and almost fell. Feng Qingxue was so angry that he didn't want to hold him, but no matter No, I took Xibao for a short walk and met an old leader’s wife who was out for a walk. She was also a woman whose name went down in history.

Feng Qingxue stood respectfully and said hello respectfully.

"Don't be so polite." After the old lady smiled and said to Feng Qingxue, she bent over and asked Xibao, "Hey, this is the big baby that my wife met and called him grandpa this morning, right? He looks really festive. ,May I have your name?"

"Baby!" Xibao wanted to point his hand at his nose, but failed with his hands holding the flower.

He thought for a while, then took out a flower and handed it to the old lady, "Grandma, the flowers are beautiful! Pretty!"

The old lady was surprised, "Did you give it to me?"

"Yeah!" Xibao nodded his head, which made him peck like a chicken when anyone asked him.

"So good!" The old lady immediately beamed and put the rose flower in the upper pocket of her coat. The bright red rose flower and the green leaves made the old lady look more energetic.

When he arrived at the gate, Xibao only had one flower left in his hand, and he gave them all away along the way.

Without exception, they are all women.

Regardless of age or size, I couldn’t be more happy when I received the flowers.

The remaining flower was brought back to the dormitory and given to Du Xiaotao, but Du Xiaotao was very happy, "Xibao, I didn't love you in vain, right? You are thinking of me even with every flower. Where did the flower come from? Plant flowers now. There are not many people.”

Flowers and plants are symbols of hedonism, and many people’s flowers have been plucked out.

Planting of trees is allowed, but flowers are not allowed.

"It's from the old leader's house. It was probably left by Xibao especially for you. He asked for Huahua so shamelessly that it almost made me die of shame." Feng Qingxue rubbed her neck and sat on the bed to rest. After a day of tension, she finally relaxed.

For her, the experience of this day was incredible.

When he heard that they were flowers from the old leader's family, Du Xiaotao held them as if they were treasures, "Then I have to keep them well."

The place where the old leaders stayed and worked has many flowers and plants and beautiful scenery, which is known to most people in the capital.

Du Xiaotao regarded the flowers as treasures, but Feng Qingxue regarded the two gifts from the old man as treasures.

The title page of the collection of poems given to Xibao by the old leader reads, "I hope the children of Xibao will study hard and make progress every day." The old leader's own signature and date are written in calligraphy, and the ink is still fresh.

Feng Qingxue's gift is a pen, a new hero brand pen.

After both Du Xiaotao and Xibao fell asleep, Feng Qingxue treasured the poetry collection and pen into the space as a permanent souvenir.

The world generally believed that conversations with leaders were confidential, so even though the medical soldiers were very curious about Feng Qingxue's meeting with the old leader, they did not ask. However, their attitude toward Feng Qingxue improved more than a little bit, and everyone got along with her. It was very enjoyable, the atmosphere of mutual learning was very strong, and no one made any mistakes.