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

Feng Qingxue was startled and her eyes quickly darted around, the nimble wits she demonstrated were exactly like those of Xibao.

"I used to live in the Capital for a while and had heard the name Huang Qinghong. Later, I briefly met him and thought his name sounded very similar to yours, so I just asked. He is ’Hong’ and you are ’Bai,’ both following the ’Qing’ generation; don’t you think it sounds like you’re from the same family?" She fabricated a story on the spot.

"My name is Huang Qingbai, ’Bai’ as in the cypress tree, which symbolizes longevity and the hope for an elder’s lifespan. It’s not the ’Bai’ that means black and white. Don’t go changing my name willy-nilly, young lady!" Huang Qingbai earnestly corrected Feng Qingxue’s mistake and continued, "Huang Qinghong is my eldest cousin. The ’Hong’ is the one from ’red bean,’ not the ’red’ from the colors red, yellow, blue, green."

Feng Qingxue uttered an ’oh,’ "My apologies, it was my poor hearing that misheard it."

In reality, it wasn’t that she had misheard, but rather Uncle Li’s local accent wasn’t quite precise, causing her to confuse ’Bai’ with ’white.’

Huang Qingbai, clutching a painting he had dug out from a pile of waste paper, crouched and shuffled a couple of steps toward Feng Qingxue, "You know my elder brother? Do you know where he is? A while ago, I received a letter from home saying he was taken away by a group of students, and his children have disowned him. My sister-in-law died from anger, and my family still has no news of him."

After some thought, Feng Qingxue didn’t tell the truth, "If I get any news, I will definitely inform you. You work at the municipal cultural relics bureau, right? You live in the city, I presume? I should be able to find you."