Next time, say it in front of her

How long has your dad been gone?

"It's been more than half an hour." Zhao Jinzhong didn't pay much attention and was about to continue to beg Zhang Guiying to go to the hospital when he saw his mother rush to the shed in the yard with a pale face, grab her bicycle and run outside.

Zhao Jinzhong was overjoyed and eagerly chased after her, saying, "Mom, I knew you were all bark and no bite, you wouldn't abandon me."

"Get out of my way!"

Zhang Guiying kicked Zhao Jinzhong away, pushed the bicycle and rushed out of the yard. She didn't dare to waste a second after leaving the yard, and pedaled at full speed towards the steel plant.

Zhao Binghe was a regular employee at the steel plant. On this day in his previous life, the No. 1 blast furnace at the steel plant experienced a blowout and explosion during production, resulting in the deaths of 5 people and injuries to 4 others.

Zhao Binghe was one of the five.

After the accident, Zhao Chengxin, the third son who also worked at the steel plant, went home to report the death. Zhang Guiying was taking care of Li Shufen at the staff hospital at the time, and she rushed to the hospital after receiving the news.

He didn't even get to see Zhao Binghe one last time.

Recalling the tragedy of her past life, Zhang Guiying's heart leaped into her throat. She dared not shed a tear, gritted her teeth, stood up, and pedaled her bicycle as fast as she could.

They rushed to the steel plant without stopping.

Upon seeing the factory gate, Zhang Guiying didn't even bother to park her car, simply tossing it aside on the roadside. Since she wasn't a factory worker and couldn't enter the factory area, she ran to the gate and hurriedly knocked on the gate.

"Sir, I'm Zhao Binghe's wife from Workshop Two. Could you please ask him to come out as soon as possible?"

"Don't worry, little sister, what happened?"

How could Zhang Guiying not be anxious? Seeing the gatekeeper's unhurried demeanor, she was nearly driven mad. She blurted out, "My mother-in-law is dying and is anxious to see Zhao Binghe one last time. Please let him out quickly!"

This is a matter of life and death.

The old man got anxious this time.

Fearing that running over would waste time, he grabbed the phone and called the office of Workshop 2 to explain the situation. After hanging up, he kept reassuring Zhang Guiying, "Don't panic, sister. The workshop director has already gone to find Zhao Binghe. He'll be out soon."

Zhang Guiying nodded haphazardly in response.

He was so anxious that he paced around in circles at the factory gate.

Her eyes were fixed on the direction of the factory building; every second was agonizing.

I don't know how much time has passed.

Zhang Guiying heard hurried footsteps.

She turned her head sharply and saw the person from her faded memory, dressed in a blue work uniform, standing vividly in her sight. The figure ran quickly, getting closer and closer, until the person appeared in front of her, panting and leaning on their knees.

Zhang Guiying could no longer hold back, and tears streamed down her face.

Zhao Binghe panicked immediately, panting as he asked, "What happened to Mom? She was fine just a couple of days ago, how did she suddenly become unwell? Is she in the hospital or at my second son's house? Take me there quickly. Don't cry, don't cry, I'm here."

Zhang Guiying gripped Zhao Binghe's hand tightly, feeling the warmth emanating from it. Decades of pent-up grievances erupted like a flood, her hands and feet trembling uncontrollably, and she cried until she was completely speechless.

Zhao Binghe was completely dumbfounded.

When did Guiying and her mother get along so well?

"Guiying..."

"Home, go home."

"Okay, okay, let's go home now."

Zhao Binghe rode his bicycle to take Zhang Guiying home. On the way back, Zhang Guiying felt the wind and her emotions gradually calmed down. After feeling fortunate, she felt wronged. If Zhao Binghe hadn't died so young, she wouldn't have suffered so much in her past life.

Enraged, she reached out and pinched Zhao Binghe's waist hard. "Why are you riding so fast? Are you trying to shake me to death?"

"hiss!"

Zhao Binghe was used to being pinched, and even though he was in pain and wincing, he didn't flinch. "Go back and see Mom one last time. What happened to Mom? Explain yourself clearly."

"She's alright."

"what?"

Zhao Binghe instinctively squeezed the brakes, put both feet on the ground, and turned to look at Zhang Guiying, "Is my mother alright?"

"They're alive and well."

"So you're saying she's no longer capable?"

Zhang Guiying glared at him, her voice strong despite her lack of conviction, "I had a nightmare that you had an accident at the factory. When I woke up, I was very anxious, so I went to your factory to look for you. I was just making up a lie because I was afraid your boss wouldn't approve my leave."

"..."

Zhao Binghe organized his thoughts, "Wife, I'm happy that you care about me. But we can't make up stories about the elderly, it's bad luck."

"If I said a few words about her behind her back, would she kill me? If saying a few words would really kill you, your mother would have been gone long ago."

"..."

Zhao Binghe wiped the sweat from his forehead, and after a long pause, he finally managed to say, "It's not good to talk badly about people behind their backs."

"Then I'll say it in front of her next time."

"..."

Zhang Guiying felt no guilt whatsoever about cursing Old Lady Zhao.

In her past life, when she received news of Zhao Binghe's accident and rushed to the hospital, she found that Zhao Binghe's death compensation of more than 13,000 yuan had already been collected by Old Lady Zhao.

After she finished Zhao Binghe's funeral, she went to ask Old Lady Zhao for money. Old Lady Zhao had already spent half of the subsidy to buy a large courtyard house for her brother-in-law's family in the old town.

Zhang Guiying caused a huge uproar.

Finally, with the help of the steel plant leaders, the local police station, and the Women's Federation, Old Lady Zhao reluctantly returned the remaining subsidy.

What's wrong with cursing that despicable old man behind her back?

In other words, if Old Lady Zhao wasn't in front of her, but Zhang Guiying was cursing her to her face, and the old woman couldn't hear clearly, she could even have it engraved on her tombstone.

The two had only been by the roadside for a few minutes when they saw the steel mill's small truck speed past them.

Behind the truck.

Following a string of steel plant leaders on bicycles.

Everyone looked anxious and panicked.

Zhao Binghe spotted the director of Workshop 2, took a few steps to catch up, and asked, "Director Wang, what's wrong?"

"Binghe? Binghe, huh?"

Director Wang slammed on the brakes, saw Zhao Binghe, and patted him hard on the shoulder, his lips trembling. "Thank goodness, thank goodness you took leave."

"Director, what happened?"

"There was an explosion in blast furnace No. 1, and there were casualties among the workers in the workshop... The situation is still unclear, and I need to go to the hospital to check on them as soon as possible."

Without waiting for Zhao Binghe to speak, he hurriedly rode his bicycle to catch up with the main group.

Zhao Binghe was struck dumb.

The molten steel in the steelmaking furnace reaches a temperature of 1700 degrees Celsius. If the blast furnace explodes, people who are close to the furnace have almost no chance of survival.

And what he was in charge of was Blast Furnace No. 1.

Zhao Binghe's face drained of all color, and a cold sweat broke out on his body. He staggered back a few steps, his limbs going weak.

"Guiying!"

Zhang Guiying hurriedly supported him, her fingertips trembling uncontrollably. "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, God is helping us."

I felt extremely fortunate.

Thank goodness! Thank goodness she arrived in time.

It was only about ten minutes apart.

Zhao Binghe sat by the roadside, and it took him a long time to recover.

In just one day.

The couple both survived the ordeal.

On the way back, neither of them dared to ride their bikes. They simply held each other's hands tightly and walked home in silence.

yard.

The third son's wife, Zhang Xia, was doing laundry when she saw the elderly couple pushing their bicycles into the yard. She paused for a moment, then asked, "Dad, didn't you go to work? Why are you back at this hour?"

"I've taken leave."

Zhang Xia was immediately displeased. "Why are you taking leave? I'm unemployed and can't even go to work if I want to, but you guys have jobs and don't do them properly. Mom, you've taken three days off today, and Dad took leave too. Your combined wages for these four days are more than eight yuan, enough to buy several kilograms of meat for the whole family to have a meal."