"My house is a bit messy!"
The man walked to the iron gate of a three-story garden house. Through the iron gate fence, he could see the garden weeds inside. Some of the weeds were even taller than nine pounds. On the red walls and roof of the three-story building, It is also overgrown with creepers.
A desolate scene.
It doesn't look popular at all.
The man pushed open the iron door with a very embarrassed expression and whispered: "Follow me, there is a road here!"
He walked in front and led the way. Sure enough, there was indeed a trail among the crowded weeds. Even if you looked carefully, it was difficult to find it.
After passing through the garden overgrown with weeds, he arrived at the door of the bungalow. The man took out the key and opened it. When he opened the door, he saw an empty hall with no furniture except for two broken chairs with lame legs.
The mottled wooden floors and the gorgeous crystal chandelier overhead all declare the grandeur of this bungalow.
"There used to be a lot of furniture, and there was a piano here, but they took it all away!"
The man's tone was calm, but there was a hint of sadness. This was the home where he had lived since he was a child, and the memories of his childhood and youth, as well as the beautiful and warm times with his parents, all happened in this house.
Now it has become a desolate shabby house. The piano that my mother loved and the furniture that my father carefully customized are all gone.
Mom and dad are gone too.
He was the only one left at home, barely breathing.
"My name is Du Yilun, thank you both for saving me!"
Du Yilun introduced his name, bowed, and solemnly thanked him.
He hadn't eaten for three days and was so hungry that he felt dizzy. There was nothing to eat except weeds at home. In desperation, he wanted to go out to beg, but after going to three alleys, he still couldn't be shameless and found it even harder to ask for food. .
Although the Du family is not a rich family, he has been well-fed since he was a child. There has never been a time when he was unable to eat, and he never thought that one day he would go out to beg for a little food.
In the end, he was unable to open his mouth to ask for food, and even fainted due to hypoglycemia. Before he passed out, he was thinking that it would be better to die like this, so that he could be reunited with his parents.
It’s so tiring to live!
But he never expected that someone would come to rescue him, a walking figure.
Du Yilun, who had been struggling in the dark abyss for many years, finally felt the warmth and sunshine of the world. He didn't want to die.
He must live hard because he promised his parents that no matter how difficult or painful it is, he must live hard and go to the other side to find his uncle.
"Du Yilun? Du Mu's Du, one of two, one of ethics?"
Tang Niannian looked surprised and asked carefully.
"Yes."
Du Yilun nodded.
Tang Niannian glanced at his hands. They were slender, white, and very beautiful hands. He looked like an artist at first glance.
In his previous life, Du Yilun was an internationally renowned painter and best-selling author.
She also knew that Du Yilun was unmarried all his life because of his poor health. When he secretly went to the other side, he was discovered by the marine police and shot, and he almost died.
Fortunately, he was lucky and was rescued by fishermen in Xiangjiang, but his body suffered serious losses and he died before he was sixty.
After Du Yilun's death, his works soared, and one of his works even sold for tens of millions at an auction house.
Tang Niannian's eyes became fiery. The down-and-out man in front of him was a personal money printing machine!
Du Yilun was so embarrassed when she saw him that he couldn't place his hands and feet. Could it be that he said something wrong and made his benefactor angry?
"Look at your hands, you should be pretty good at painting, right?" Tang Niannian asked, she had to make sure again.
If it was really Du Yilun, the money printing machine, she would have to invest.
"I've been in elementary school, so it's okay."
Du Yilun's tone was indifferent, but his thin back was straight and his pale face showed arrogance. It was obvious that painting was what he was most proud of.
Tang Niannian was relieved, and returned to his expressionless face, and asked: "You said you were a walker, why didn't you go to the farm? Can this bungalow be saved?"
With Du Yilun's status, even if someone protected him, he wouldn't be able to live so comfortably.
"I am indeed a walking person. My family owns six properties in Shanghai. The other five have been confiscated, leaving only this one. Moreover, my parents helped some people during the Anti-Japanese War. Some of them died, and some were still alive. I have helped a lot in important departments.”
Du Yilun explained softly that there were only two broken chairs in the living room. He let Tang Niannian and Shen Xiao sit on them while he stood.
Tang Niannian forcefully gave him a stool to sit on. After all, it was a humanoid money printing machine, so she had to be nice to him. She casually wiped it on the stairs and sat down.
Shen Xiao didn't want to sit on the lame chair, so he sat with her on the stairs.
"Since they are in important departments, why don't they help your family?" Tang Niannian asked puzzledly.
It sounds like Du Yilun's parents are patriots. They helped so many people during the war, so they shouldn't be unlucky, right?
Du Yilun smiled bitterly and said: "They can't save themselves now. They have tried their best to save this house. And if they hadn't come forward, my parents and I would definitely have to be sent to a remote farm."
Although it was hard to stay in Shanghai, it was even harder to go to the farm. There was almost no return and a narrow escape from death.
His parents were already weak, and they didn't make it through their stay in Shanghai. He couldn't imagine what kind of torture his parents would suffer after going to the farm. At least in Shanghai, his parents went there fairly decently and didn't suffer too much.
Tang Niannian understood and asked him to continue.
"After my parents passed away, I was originally going to be sent to the farm..."
Du Yilun smiled mockingly to himself. He was ready at that time, no matter where he was sent. With his parents gone, he was so heartbroken that it didn't matter to him even if he went to the northwest farm.
But he didn't expect that God would leave him a glimmer of hope.
"People from the relevant departments notified me several times and said they would send me down. I packed my luggage and was ready to go at any time. I have been waiting for five years."
When Du Yilun talked about this, he couldn't laugh or cry.
"Why did you change your mind again?" Tang Niannian was also curious.
"It has something to do with foreign exchange. My uncle went to the other side of the river before liberation and has been settling there. Over the years, our family has relied on his uncle to remit money twice a year, and it has never stopped."
Du Yilun explained the reason and said that five years ago, he was about to be decentralized. It happened that the leader of the Foreign Exchange Office came to give him money and foreign exchange coupons and learned that he was about to be decentralized.
"I told him not to send money in the future, because I was going to be decentralized and my household registration would be transferred. After hearing this, the leader left without saying anything, but no one came to my house to mention the decentralization. , I guess it has something to do with foreign exchange.”
Du Yilun also guessed it himself. The superiors would definitely not let him go without any reason. The only thing that could make the superiors change their minds was precious foreign exchange.
Tang Niannian nodded, she also thought it was because of the foreign exchange.
In the 1960s and 1970s, the country's foreign exchange was very precious. It tried every means to acquire foreign exchange, and each city was assigned the task of generating foreign exchange income. Although the remittances from overseas Chinese family members were not large, they added up and became an important source of foreign exchange income.
Du Yilun's uncle has been remitting money for more than 20 years, which adds up to a large sum. The foreign exchange office in Shanghai must be reluctant to leave Du Yilun and go to other cities to generate foreign exchange income, so he will try every means to stay. he.
[This plot is true. The author checked the historical data and found out that the memories written by an old man are what really happened in her family. She was originally going to be sent to a farm, but because of the foreign exchange, she could stay in Shanghai and live in Shanghai without suffering too much]
