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The plot of the third act of "Yan Baoxia" occupies a very important position in the whole story line.

Looking at the early stages of Wang Yuming and Yan Baoxia's love life, they were heavily involved in transporting troops. During the three years in southern Xinjiang, it was Yan Baoxia who went from her hometown in Tangshan to the front line to visit Wang Yuming.

After the plot of the second act ends, the opening of the third act is the scene of Wang Yuming's honorable discharge from the army.

Because of his outstanding performance in the mission of resisting US aggression and aiding Vietnam, Wang Yuming won the third-class merit once and was awarded several times by the company. As the campaign ended, so did his service period.

After saying goodbye to his comrades-in-arms, Wang Yuming, with the third-class military medal on his chest, returned to his hometown.

He used to have many fantasies about his life after retiring from the army, but when he returned to his hometown, he saw the small earthen house that was crooked in the cold wind and had been vacant for a long time, even the doors and windows had been removed. Surprise and helplessness appeared on the face.

After simply tidying up the sundries in the house, Wang Yuming wrote Yan Baoxia's first letter after demobilization on the collapsed kang.

"Dear Baoxia, I am demobilized. I planned to take you to my hometown to get married after demobilization, but the situation at home made it impossible for me to speak. The old house at home is about to collapse, and I have nowhere to live. I want to I think you have suffered too much for me in the past three years. I really can’t take you over now and suffer like this with me again. Baoxia, I really can’t give you a home now. Maybe we will continue Let's separate for a while..."

In Tangshan, when Yan Baoxia received a letter from Wang Yuming, she was overjoyed to learn that her fiancé had recovered.

But seeing the contents of the letter, Yan Baoxia couldn't help frowning.

Under the candlelight and the big-character posters full of characteristics of the special period, Yan Baoxia thought for a whole night, and ran to the communication station early the next morning.

This time, she did not write back. Instead, it took a while to send a telegram.

"Is there a Kang?"

Simple three words.

Wang Yuming, who had just been demobilized as a poor man, gave a shorter reply—yes.

After receiving this telegram, Yan Baoxia did not reply.

After returning home, he kowtowed to his parents to show that Wang Yuming had recovered, and then packed his bed.

For the fourth time in three years, I embarked on the road whose destination is Wang Yuming.

At that time, the situation was already very turbulent, and the trains could not sit on the train. Yan Baoxia carried a roll of luggage on her back and rode ox carts, donkey carts, tractors and even dung trucks all the way. Most of the time she had no car to ride and had to walk.

In this way, it took more than a month to walk and walk, and finally arrived at Wang Yuming's hometown from Tangshan.

At this time, Wang Yuming had just borrowed tools from the commune to mend the dilapidated doors and windows, and built a small Kang with a width of two meters.

Seeing Yan Baoxia coming in front of him in a hurry, Wang Yuming was overwhelmed by great embarrassment after being pleasantly surprised.

He stood in front of the dilapidated earthen house with air leaks everywhere, at a loss.

"Baoxia, why are you here? Didn't I tell you, I, I can't give you a home now?"

Yan Baoxia put the bedding roll on the ground, went into the room and "surrounded" around, looked at her man and smiled.

"But I just want a kang. If I have a kang, it will be warm when I sleep at night, so I can call home."

That night, Wang Yuming bought a bottle of wine and borrowed a neighbor's pot to cook a decent meal. Yan Baoxia took out the red hijab she had already prepared from the bedding roll.

Wang Yuming got the branch secretary and several elders to be the witnesses of the marriage, and had a drink.

No decent wedding, no congratulations from both parents,

Two people, just got married.

On the second day of the wedding, Yan Baoxia got off the kang early and took on the duties of the hostess of the house - tidying up, cooking, and taking care of the men.

After tidying up everything neatly, she spread the red hijab on the hot kang, and the baby seemed to put a lot of messy things inside and wrap it up carefully.

Wang Yuming, who was repairing the window, stepped forward to wait and see: "What treasure did you hide?"

Faced with the man's curiosity, Yan Baoxia opened the hijab, and inside were letters written by Wang Yuming over the years.

Seeing these, Wang Yuming couldn't laugh or cry: "I am here now, we are married, why do you still keep these?"

Yan Baoxia stubbornly wrapped up those letters that had been read many times, and the envelopes were worn out: "I don't! If you change your mind one day, I will take these and ask you face to face, and ask your conscience. Where is it!"

Facing his wife's stubbornness, Wang Yuming didn't swear, but nodded heavily.

Said "OK".

The video is playing here, and the progress is already halfway through.

However, the plot of just ten minutes has already moved the netizens to the brim, and the comment area is full of wailing of single dogs and bachelors;

"That era was so bitter! I wanted to cry halfway through seeing it! It was so bitter!"

"No. I didn't want to cry when I watched the plot, but I cried like a dog when I saw myself in the mirror! Wang Yuming has a dilapidated house, and Baoxia doesn't dislike him, and she goes all the way to him. No bride price, no wedding, just get together. I have everything, and now I’m still alone, I’m still alone!!!

Re: wow! Fatal, this comment is so fucking fatal!

Reply: Nima, what are you talking about! I cried even worse!

Reply: I am the one who is really crying blind, okay? ! Thirty, not even an earthen house! Whoa whoa..."

But the video continues.

After a year of marriage, Wang Yuming and Yan Baoxia had their first child.

At this time, through the efforts of the young couple, the crooked earthen house has been supported by pillars. The inside of the dilapidated small house also looks pretty good.

But the current situation is not good, and the life of the young couple is still very difficult.

Because she had no money to go to the hospital, Yan Baoxia had to give birth at home when she was about to give birth. As a result, she bled profusely, became weak, and developed symptoms of postpartum depression.

Bitter, really bitter.

Without milk, Wang Yuming can only walk five miles to the house of his brother who has been given away by his parents to milk the goat every day, and run all the way back to feed the child.

Looking at his frail wife and the hungry crying child on the kang, Wang Yuming burst into tears with distress.

He stroked his wife's emaciated cheek, and said with great apology: "I'm sorry, Baoxia, I'm not capable. I failed to take care of you two."

"I don't allow you to say that." The weak Yan Baoxia did not accept her husband's apology, "The two of us live together, and now it is not your responsibility. Yuming, wait for me for a few days, wait for me to come out After confinement, I also go out to make money!"

"What are you going to do when you don't stay at home like this? Baoxia, give me some time, I'll earn more work points, and earn more rations for you two!"

Wang Yuming, who stopped his wife, didn't know that Yan Baoxia, who had been lying on the kang for the past two days and was anxious because her child had no milk powder, had already listened to the "sweet and cold popsicles" from the shopkeeper outside.

Wang Yuming became even busier, going out early and returning late every night to earn work points.

But he didn't know that Yan Baoxia, who had just passed the full moon, quietly found the supply and marketing cooperative in the county, explained her situation, and asked for an approval slip.

Wrapped the child who was not yet full moon on the back with a cloth bag, pushed onto the bicycle carrying the popsicle box and sneaked onto the street.

But things happened so coincidentally. On Yan Baoxia's first day in her popsicle business, Wang Yuming found his wife and child "lost" when she came back to pick up the tools.

So he took to the streets to search, and when he reached the county town, he saw Yan Baoxia.

The weather was very hot that day, and a mother who had just given birth was hobbling while pushing a heavy 28 bicycle.

Seeing the sweat dripping from Yan Baoxia's head into the soil, Wang Yuming's heart was broken.

On a deserted street corner, the man who had never shed tears in the face of the bombardment of enemy planes and artillery, squatted on the ground and cried with tears pouring down his face.

After wiping away his tears, Wang Yuming led Yan Baoxia home without any explanation.

at home.

Faced with the sudden appearance of her husband who had taken her home, Yan Baoxia was a little embarrassed.

She took out the proceeds from selling popsicles for one day, two yuan. Excluding the cost of popsicles, Yan Baoxia earned fifty cents.

Wang Yuming did not move the two yuan. From the cabinet, he turned out Yan Baoxia's hidden red hijab, and solemnly put the two yuan in the middle of the pile of yellowed envelopes.

"You keep the two dollars, don't move!"

"Why?"

"As you said, if I feel sorry for you one day, you can take these two dollars and these letters and ask where my conscience is!"

Looking at her husband whose face was full of tears, Yan Baoxia comforted the crying child, smiled and nodded.

"become!"

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