Chapter 18 Chapter 60

On this day, Hu Ping returned home to reunite with her parents. It was a reunion with mixed feelings.The workers' propaganda team entered Beiqing University, dismantled all the military fortifications, confiscated spears, guns and other military equipment, and controlled the power of the entire school. The glorious position of Hu Changsheng's rebel leader ended forever.When he honestly sat with his head down every day in the "Mao Zedong Thought Study Class" organized by the Workers Propaganda Team to check and plead guilty, Hu Ping floated back home like a fallen leaf returning to its roots.

The work propaganda team was stationed in the parent's unit, and the leaders of the rebels there were also concentrated in study classes to study honestly. The parents who had been imprisoned by the rebels for several months were released by the work propaganda team.When the family of three met, they were naturally sighing about the vicissitudes of life. The original four-bedroom house had been seized by the rebels. Now, the workers’ propaganda team gave two of them to Hu Ping’s parents for use, and the other two are still held by the workers’ propaganda team. Keys, alternative arrangements will be made.Hu Ping's father, Hu Xiang, was already very grateful for this situation, and Hu Ping's mother, Lin Xiuqin, even said repeatedly: "I never dreamed that I could go home again."

A family of three sat in the foyer and made dumplings, and the messy and dilapidated room after the house ransack was filled with the atmosphere of a poor family's New Year's Eve.The entrance hall was originally small, with two rooms connected to the south, two rooms connected to the north, the toilet to the west, the gate to the east, and the kitchen to the right of the gate.Now, what is left for them is a south room and a north room near the door, and the other two rooms are locked and sealed.In the foyer, tables, chairs and benches are piled up in a mess, and a foldable round table is crowded in the middle, and the whole family gathers around this round table to make dumplings.The summer evening was very hot, and the doors and windows of the north and south houses were opened, seeking a little ventilation, because the north and the south were surrounded by buildings, the air was dull, and the hall still felt very stuffy.My father put on a white apron, and stood there with his fat belly, happily making dumplings stuffed with celery.He stacked the wrapped dumplings on a chopping board covered with newspapers and arranged them tightly, and counted one pair, two pairs, three pairs, and four pairs from time to time to see how many had been wrapped and whether the ratio of dough to stuffing was correct. quite.His father's chubby oblong face had a dignified and upright look, and his short cropped hair showed a simple and rigorous demeanor.Compared with my father, my mother looks a little older, and the corners of her eyes are naturally drooping, and the more wrinkles, the more drooping.The drooping corners of the mother's eyes, the wrinkles on the forehead, and the short hair curving to the sides all remind people of the crooked "eight" written with one stroke and one stroke.

Parents make dumplings in the Shanxi way. Fill the stuffing full, pinch the skin on the side, and then use two tiger mouths to clamp the side of the dumpling, and squeeze the two thumbs and two index fingers. , the side where the dumplings stick is strengthened, and the shape of the whole dumplings becomes a green hill surrounded by squatting there one by one.Hu Ping is in charge of rolling the dough. She divides the kneaded dough into several balls, kneads each ball repeatedly, and kneads vigorously. She uses her thumb to make a hole in the middle of a ball of dough, and then rotates and stretches to make the hole Getting bigger and bigger, a ball of dough turns into a ring.The ring was spinning in the palms of both hands, and it became thinner and longer when pinched, and finally turned into a "thin snake" connecting end to end.Then separate the head and the tail, and the "thin snake" lay on the chopping board, sprinkle some dry noodles on the chopping board, and rub the noodle snake with both hands to make it thinner, rounder, and more uniform in thickness.Then, use a knife to cut into small pieces one by one, and knead each piece on a floured chopping board with the palm of your hand to form a small dough the size of Yuanxiao. The center of it rotates against the chopping board, and the right hand quickly rolls the rolling pin back and forth, rolling out the small round cakes into a palm-sized round skin, which is slightly thicker in the middle and thinner on the sides.

When Hu Ping quickly threw the rolled dumpling wrappers to the side of the chopping board, she felt her ingenuity, like a little boy playing with water by the river, falling one after another.She rolled the dumpling wrapper wholeheartedly, completely immersed in the well-off atmosphere of housework.Mother took the piles of rolled dumpling wrappers and distributed them to father. The parents held the dumplings one by one. The father was making dumplings while talking with a smile, sorting and arranging the wrapped dumplings. Some dumpling with some filling soup exposed on the side is patched with noodles.They babbled about things in the unit, and at the same time praised their daughter for rolling the dumpling wrappers quickly and thinly.Hu Ping's ears were buzzing while she was doing the work under her hand. This trance-like busyness somewhat numbs her thinking about the situation of Beiqing University.

The leopard-like image of Hu Changsheng is inevitably still passing by in front of his eyes, or squatting in front of him, or standing in front of him, or running wildly, and from time to time his loose and soft body is full of the experience left by the leopard.During the activities of rolling, throwing, making and counting dumplings, the stories that happened in Beiqing University over the past two years passed by, among which two scenes appeared most frequently, one was the scene of the call two years ago. When the Changsheng anti-working group was imprisoned, she knocked on the wall every day under the starlight, and then, lying in the corner, talked to Hu Changsheng through the sewer.At night, she pokes the packed lunch box into the sewer, and takes the empty lunch box out of the sewer. When she is covered with moonlight or starlight, she is wary of the shadows of buildings, trees and street lights before and after her. Looking at the densely lit place in the distance, she was full of distant imaginations about the future.I remember that there were several nights when the wind was very refreshing, and the croaking of frogs in the distance was like children's singing.Another scene is the interrogation of Wang Guangmei by the Red Guards of Beiqing University.She once admired Wang Guangmei's bravery, and also thought about how she would behave if she was in Wang Guangmei's position.Now, a vigorous adventure seems to have vanished like this, not only without a shred of glory, but will leave endless troubles.

She continued to roll the skin wholeheartedly, and another ball of dough was kneaded into a ring in her hands, and soon it was kneaded thinner and longer, becoming a snake connected end to end, and then cut off from the end to the end, round, thin, and rolled. Evenly, a row of knives cut them into dozens of sections, kneaded them one by one, pressed them down one by one, and rolled them one by one, and dozens of skins flew down on the chopping board.She raised the back of her hand and wiped the sweat from her forehead. The smell of flour and celery minced meat smelled fresh and fragrant, and together with the sweat evaporated from her soft and soft body like tender tofu, she melted in it. , She casually praised: "The dumpling stuffing is really fresh." My father said proudly: "Of course, this is my father's specialty. First, mix the meat stuffing with green onion and ginger, sprinkle with salt, mix with soy sauce, and mix with monosodium glutamate. , mix thoroughly, tenderize and freshen, then mince the celery, mix it together, then mix thoroughly, tenderize and freshen, add sesame oil and adjust repeatedly, the oil will cover the water in the celery, the water will not come out, and the dumpling stuffing will come out again Wet, sticky and fresh." As he spoke, his father lifted the enamel basin filled with stuffing to Hu Ping's face with a smile, and said, "Smell it again, it's so fresh." Hu Ping sniffed hard, After smelling it, a umami smell was inhaled into the nose, and I felt the feeling of "refreshing".She couldn't help swallowing, which made her father laugh heartily.

She was standing face to face with her father, and her mother was sitting alone, right between them. At this moment, she raised her eyes to look at them, and said with a loose grin, "It's so fresh, you can eat it raw." Hu Ping Looking at her father and mother, she once again saw the fact that she had discovered in their smiling faces. Her parents suddenly had a lot of gray hair this year, and she was also in the smell of dumpling stuffing and flour. I felt the breath of my parents.For her, this feeling is always different from the children of ordinary families, because she is not a child born to her parents, but was raised by them since she was a child.She knew this secret a long time ago, but her parents never noticed it, so she always got along with her parents with the attitude of a flawless biological daughter.Father's body is quite thick and strong, and he has the temperament of an intellectual cadre from a rural background.He reminds you of the sweet potatoes on the mountain, the elm trees and potatoes in the countryside, the large pig-liver-red pebbles in the river beaches in the mountains, the carriages on the village roads, the kangs and stoves in the farmhouses, the white towels wrapped around the heads of old farmers, the Elementary school, the iron hoe used to ring the bell hanging from the tree at the gate of the elementary school; it also reminds you of desks, glass plates, red and blue pencils, brushes, inkstones, bookcases wall by wall, and conference tables sitting around; it also reminds you of The simple and steady steps in round-toe black cloth shoes, and the majestic leadership standing with hands behind his back; of course, it reminded her of the "tall horse" riding on his neck when she was a little girl of five or six years old.

This father, who was not her own, once took her to the park and the Ming Tombs on holidays.On both sides of the "Shinto" at the entrance of the Ming Tombs, there are many animal stone sculptures, stone horses, stone lions, and stone tigers. My father carried her up one by one, and finally carried her on his neck.She can still recall the feeling of being tall when her father lifted her up. She sat on his shoulders, her legs clamped her father's neck, and her hands hugged her father's head. two arms. At that time, she felt that her father was tall, with thick shoulders, a thick neck, and a big head. Holding such a head, her small body was completely warmed.There was a nice smell of sweat on my father's head, which steamed up thickly. It smelled very comfortable, very solid, and very reliable.

When her father carried her on the Shinto path, she plucked up her courage and occasionally raised a hand to wave to the stone sculptures on both sides. She will never forget the childhood days when she was riding on her father's neck. Until now, whenever she washes her father's clothes and smells the familiar sweat on his collar, she will inevitably have a warm feeling mixed with childhood memories. Knowing the fact that she was not born to her parents did not destroy her intimacy with her father, but it made her immediately and clearly distinguish that she and her father were not related by blood.She is pink and white and soft, and has nothing to do with her father's black and red thick body.Things in the world are so strange, when she thought she was her father's biological daughter, she found the similarities between herself and her father everywhere; when she knew that she was not her father's biological daughter, she could clearly see the stark difference.

Her mother's skin was pale, so far she still felt that she was similar to her mother, but after tasting it slowly, she realized the difference between herself and her mother.Mother reminded her of big rural households on the plains and scholars in county towns.On the swaying small streets of the county town, there is a gate with a higher threshold. Inside is a square green brick courtyard, which is relatively clean and old. The house inside is empty and dark. A little girl is alone in the courtyard. Standing still, listening to the mules, horses and people passing by on the street, sometimes ran to the gate and looked out through the crack, and sometimes boldly stood on tiptoe to unbolt the door, and gently opened the door a crack, Peeking out, closing the door again, plugging the bolt, and running quickly into the house, after a while, poking out his head again, and slowly stepping over the threshold into the yard.The houses on all sides are dark, but the sky and the earth in the middle of the yard are bright. Looking up at the sky, the sky is blue. This is my mother when I was a child. She turned her head to look at the oval full-length mirror in the hall, which was as tall as a person, and there appeared a face she had seen countless times.Her hair is dark brown, curled naturally, her skin is white with a little redness, her eyebrows and eyes are curved, slender, and flowing with light.She is really not like her parents. When she turned her eyes back to her eyes, she saw that her hands were white and soft. When they fell on any man's face, they would give him the feeling of tender tofu without bones.This piece of tender tofu is now dangling in this unstable world, I don't know which solid tray can support her. Hu Ping rolled out the last piece of skin and put it on the chopping board a little tiredly. Then, she packed away the rolling pin and the basin, swept the excess dry flour on the chopping board into the noodle bowl, put the noodle bowl aside, and spread out the dumplings. territory.She sat down and helped her parents make the last few dumplings. When the last bit of stuffing in the bowl was scraped off and divided into the last three dumpling wrappers, they squeezed them one by one and stacked them neatly on the chopping board .My mother stood up and said, "Hu Xiang, get out the cold dishes, I'm going to make dumplings." Put the cucumbers on the table, peel and cut the preserved eggs, serve with shredded ginger, pour soy sauce, add a plate of tomatoes mixed with sugar, pour vinegar and sesame oil on three small plates, and put a can of sugar garlic on the Opened on the table, the first pot of dumplings has been steamed into two large plates, served on the table, and this reunion dinner began.The father enthusiastically poured beer into the three glasses, and beckoned the mother to come over from the kitchen, and finished the first procedure of the reunion dinner first: the three raised the glasses, Hu Ping clinked glasses with her mother, clinked glasses with her father, Father and mother clinked glasses with each other, and the three of them clinked glasses at the same time.The golden beer was swaying in the glass with red patterns and the lights were pouring into the mouth, giving Hu Ping the shaking feeling of rowing a boat in the autumn sun. Father poured himself another small cup of white wine, drank it with a squeak, wiped his lips with the back of his hand, and tasted sausages, preserved eggs, and mixed cucumbers with great gusto.After chewing for a while, he picked up a dumpling, dipped it in vinegar and ate it fragrantly.After eating a few, I poured myself another cup of white wine, drank it slowly, and took care of each plate with chopsticks. His energetic eyes, flushed face and the smell of alcohol from his mouth all show the calmness and confidence of a man who is full of enthusiasm when facing the food and drink.The dinner table is one of the places where men are confident. Hu Ping then thought of two other places where men are confident: one is in bed; the other is in politics.And the father's self-confidence on the bed is bound to be connected to the mother, which makes her extremely disgusted and unwilling to think about it.In an instant, Hu Changsheng's lean and fierce appearance like a carnivore came before his eyes.She had never noticed Hu Changsheng's calmness and confidence at the dinner table.Hu Changsheng used to be very arrogant and confident politically, but now he is "being bullied by dogs".Hu Changsheng's self-confidence on the bed is something that Hu Ping doesn't want to think about now, it's supported by her suppleness like soft tofu.A man's self-confidence in bed, at the dinner table, and even in politics may all need a woman's submissiveness as an offering. Seeing her father's heroic appearance facing the banquet with open arms, she thought of her mother who was sitting by the side.When I sat face to face with my father, my mother sat in the middle as usual.While she was nagging and talking to her father, she casually picked up sausages, cucumbers and dumplings.The behavior of men and women at the dinner table is quite different. The father is strict, drinks a glass of white wine with a "squeak", squeezes his mouth forcefully, and smacks his lips vigorously, tasting and expressing the spirit of the wine vigorously. After that, he stretched out his chopsticks with reddish eyes, picked up sausages, preserved eggs, cucumbers or tomatoes in a selective and orderly manner, and threw them into his mouth with clear movements, chewing them deliciously, and at the same time, Take one or two bites of vegetables to fill your mouth and make your chews fuller, stronger and more flavorful.Then, they will put down the chopsticks rhythmically, pick up the wine glass and "squeak" again.When the lips tasted the strong wine, he put down the wine cup with his left hand, picked up the chopsticks with his right hand, and looked around on each plate.The rising and falling of the wine glass and chopsticks, the alternation of drinking and chewing vegetables, are all relaxed, with a kind of masculine sensuality.The mother, on the other hand, ate like a running account without paying attention, her eyes were on her father, her mind was on talking, and feeding her stomach was a step-by-step and careless procedure. Mother is kind, simple, and careless.In politics and in life, the father showed the orderliness of the man to the fullest, while the mother showed the kindness, simplicity and carelessness of the woman to the extreme.Father pays great attention to rules, appearance, image, rules, propriety and influence in all formal occasions, and pays great attention to taking care of various relationships, while mother is always homely and never cares about rules and rules.Often at a reception that is very particular about etiquette, my father is leisurely chatting with the guests left and right, and my mother will suddenly raise her finger and point to her father without hesitation and say: "Hu Xiang, there is a grain of rice on the corner of your mouth, wipe it off." It looks awkward." This kind of behavior would often embarrass his father, but he had good self-cultivation and a good affection for his mother, so he laughed and wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief in a playful manner. Then, talk to everyone more wittily.At this time, Hu Ping, who was sitting at the dinner table, would feel embarrassed for her mother and feel wronged for her father.Had she been in the mother's role, she would have been much more appropriate, and would have taken care of and complemented her father much better.Mother often makes people think of kind women in small counties, picking stones from beans with baskets in the sun, or sewing needles and threads in the sun.In fact, my mother was not good at needlework. Whenever my father's buttons fell off, Hu Ping would pick up the needlework and order my father to take off his clothes.At that time, my mother would casually walk past my father, nagging and saying, "Your father can sew by himself." As usual, my father had a good self-cultivation at this time, and he smiled beautifully. , took off his clothes and handed them to Hu Ping. Father and mother are a well-recognized good couple, and today they are reunited after suffering together, and they seem to be more affectionate.The father appeared contented and elated, while the mother appeared docile and docile, obedient.Although Hu Ping still vaguely felt that there was something discordant here, however, she especially didn't want to be sensitive in this regard today.Her own situation made her a little distracted and absent-minded during this reunion dinner.The things of the original four-bedroom house were piled up in two rooms, and the entrance hall was particularly crowded, with chairs, benches and messy things piled up all around.The family of three ate around the dining table, as if in a basin surrounded by cliffs.If my father accidentally leaned back, his head would touch the high piles of furniture and objects, and then he would touch his head and tease himself with a smile.Although Hu Changsheng's downfall caused political setbacks for his daughter, it did not destroy his father's interest in regaining his freedom in life. A few months ago, it was Hu Ping who returned home to convey gossip to politically worried parents, analyze the political situation, make suggestions, and relieve people's hearts. Today, it is the father's turn to comfort his daughter.He said: "The working class leads everything. It is the fundamental spirit of Marxism-Leninism and Chairman Mao's strategic plan. The historical mission of the students' rebellion has been completed, and a new historical stage is beginning now." Father seems to have completely recovered the past at home The position, looks extraordinarily amiable.Hu Ping felt the warmth of her father's love, but at the same time she was full of worries and depressed.She picked and ate cold dishes, dipped in vinegar and ate more than a dozen dumplings in a muddleheaded way, and only when she ate the last dumpling did she casually observe.The dough was kneaded vigorously, and the skin was rolled to a moderate thickness. The cooked dumpling skin was green and shiny, with the color of celery stuffing half through.The dumplings have been cooled on the plate, and the thin skin is very elastic. When it is clamped into the chopsticks and shaken, it vibrates and appears flexible and firm, like a piece of nephrite jade, and like a fat fish.Put it in your mouth and bite halfway, the pork and celery filling inside is watery and tender, and you can feel the flexibility of the dumpling skin while chewing.Throwing the remaining half into his mouth and chewing slowly, the celery, minced meat, juice, and dumpling wrappers were mixed together in the stirring of saliva, and they were slowly swallowed down the throat.She then drank the dumpling soup spoonful by spoonful. The dumpling soup floated with oil from the boiled dumplings, and swallowed it warmly through the mouth and throat, pressing against the digestive system, comforting and numbing her brain. When the dumpling soup in the bowl was exposed from the bottom of the bowl, her gaze was particularly hazy, and the porcelain spoon in her hand was clanging and scraping in the bowl.A few strands of hair on her forehead covered her eyes, making her feel even more dazed, as if she was about to end her life after drinking the last few spoonfuls of dumpling soup in the bowl.She drank more and more slowly, her eyes became more and more dull, only her own soup bowl was in front of her eyes, and she somewhat forgot the existence of her father and mother.My father's enthusiastic eating and drinking also came to a halt. Hearing his father take another sip of white wine, put down the wine glass, a pair of mahogany chopsticks stretched out, wandering on several dishes, picking up some dishes, he was full again. After chewing for a while, my father didn't put down the chopsticks or pick up the wine glass, but tapped the plate in front of Hu Ping lightly with the chopsticks, and said a word of concern: "Pingping, do you have something on your mind?" I think you are in a bad mood today." The mother's gaze also came over, and she said, "Pingping, what are you thinking?" The parents finally noticed that their daughter had something on their minds, and Hu Ping took a sip of dumpling soup and drank it, half-casting her eyes He smiled helplessly, and said, "That's all there is to it, there's nothing to think about." The father put down the chopsticks and rubbed his hands, and held the edge of the table with his hands spread out, and taught with a big smile: "Everyone You have to be tempered." Hu Ping lowered her head and nodded in a trance. Her father's kind and generous smile stabbed her, and tears streamed from her eyes. The father's smile seemed to disappear only at this time, because Hu Ping saw that the bright pink color had disappeared from the eyes of her father who fell in front of her. Her father said, "Why are you sad? Hu Changsheng and the others are mainly responsible for school affairs. , and it has nothing to do with you directly, as long as you explain clearly, you will be fine." Hu Ping wiped away her tears with the back of her hand, straightened the messy hair on her forehead, stared at her eyes, and said nothing.Her father looked at her helplessly, and her mother coaxed her from the sidelines: "Pingping, let's eat some more dumplings." Hu Ping had calmed down at this moment, and said with lowered eyes: "I've finished eating, you can continue to eat." , I'll clean up after eating." At night, all three of the family slept. Her parents slept in the big room facing the south, and Hu Ping slept in the small room facing the north. Both rooms were crowded and messy, separated by an equally crowded and messy hallway.It was the hottest summer day in Beijing, and the doors and windows of the houses in the north and south were opened to seek some ventilation without ventilation.The lights had already been turned off, and the room was completely dark. Hu Ping lay on the small bed and looked at the moon outside the window.To the north is a movie theater. The moon rests on the high wall of the movie theater, revealing a haggard and thin face. There is an indistinguishable noise from near and far, buzzing and adding to the sultry heat of summer.She tossed and turned on the mat, unable to sleep. The door is open, and there is a patterned curtain hanging on it, which covers the middle of the door, leaving a gap above, and you can see the roof of the hall, and the gap below, lying flat on the bed, you can see the floor of the parents' room .Probably because she didn't want to think about what happened in Beiqing University, she observed the scene in front of her absent-mindedly, which surprised her carefully.She has never been so absent-minded when eating dumplings in such a big age, and she has never been so impressed by eating dumplings like today.Occasionally, there is a faint breeze slipping in from outside the window, and you don't feel the coolness, but you can see the calico door curtain fluttering slightly.There is a street lamp outside the window of the parents' room, and the small flower cloth used as the door curtain is slightly bright. On the sky blue background, there are some green leaves and red flowers. The green leaves and red flowers are very small. Meadows full of strawberries and wildflowers. It was already late at night, and I heard the heavy turning sound of my parents on the double bed, and then I heard my father's voice faintly: "It's too hot, I can't sleep." I also heard the sound of the big cattail fan shaking, which was slow at first , as if the mother was lying on the bed shaking, and then, I faintly heard the sound of the father sitting up on the bed, pulling on the slippers, and then there was a fast and fidgety sound of shaking the fan. Covered in hot sweat.Then, I heard the sound of my father pulling slippers and slowly pacing in the room, and the creaking sound of him sitting down on the wicker chair.This time, the palm-leaf fan was shaken slowly and vigorously, and occasionally I heard the sound of my father beating his legs with the palm-leaf fan.After a while, I heard the voices of my parents.The bed was placed against the wall by the door, and the rattan chair was placed against the window. Hu Ping heard the voices of the mother who was near and the father who was far away. From her bed, she could see her father's calf. To the cattail fan that appears and disappears from time to time.The father said: "We are happy to patronize ourselves, and forgot to ask more about Pingping." The mother turned over on the bed and said, "She doesn't talk about it herself." The father waved the cattail fan and said, "My child When I grow up, I have self-respect." The mother said: "Now is the revolution, and we can't talk about petty bourgeois self-esteem." The father patted his calf a few times with a cattail fan, and said a little dissatisfied: "Comparing my heart to my heart, I have to stand on the child's side and take care of her. Think about it." Hu Ping closed her eyes for a moment, feeling that her eyes were moist, and at the same time felt that she had returned to a very young age. Hearing the sound of his father standing up from the wicker chair, he looked close to the ground and saw his father walking back and forth slowly in the room, and he could see his fat calves going back and forth.The father stopped, shook the cattail fan a few more times, and said, "Our children are different from other children." The mother said naggingly, "She doesn't know." The father said, "We know, So we have to take care of her self-esteem even more." Mother said: "You are taking care of yourself and forgetting to care about her, and now you are here to teach me a lesson." Father shook the palm-leaf fan vigorously a few times, and the palm-leaf fan creaked. There was a slight rattle, and after a while, he said angrily, "Okay, okay, let's not talk, go to bed first." He walked to the hall, heard the slight sound of him putting the cattail fan on the folding table in the hall, and then went into the bathroom.Hu Ping closed her eyes, as if she could seal her ears at the same time. She still heard the sound of her father turning on the faucet, rubbing the towel and twisting the towel. When the faucet was turned off, she heard the sound of her father wiping his face, neck, and arms with a towel .The weather is so hot, and my father is so irritable, it must be very uncomfortable.When Hu Ping relaxed the shielding of her hearing, she ignored the sound of the bathroom door closing gently, and heard the sound of her father urinating without blocking her ears.She quickly closed her eyes, and at the same time turned over to blind her hearing, but the scene of riding on her father's neck appeared in front of her eyes when she was a child.Her father's neck was thick and hot, and the smell of hair oil and hot sweat steamed up, making her dangle like a floating cloud in a warm air current.In order to continue to deceive her hearing and divert her attention, she stared at the ceiling again, thinking hard. The first thing she thought of was to help Hu Changsheng tide over the difficulties.She then thought that Huchangsheng's political downfall this time would firstly affect her physically: menstruation came early again, and it was very violent again, which was making her legs sticky and uncomfortable at the moment.