After a while, the young nurse came back with a pile of letters from the duty room.
There were a total of eight letters.
The cover was snow-white.
The handwriting was delicate and slender. It looked like a letter written by a woman. The young nurse didn't have time to take a closer look before the chief snatched them away.
Jiang Jianjun opened them one by one.
The sweet and cute aura of a girl couldn't wait to overflow from the letter.
He read it line by line.
He stared at it for a long time without saying a word.
Jiang Jianjun looked at the calendar again.
His handsome eyebrows completely darkened. This day … happened to coincide with the preparation period of the military drill in the G military region.
Three months later.
Lanxiang.
…
Zhao Lanxiang came back with a thin piece of paper and some candy tickets in her pocket. Her heart was heavy with satisfaction.
When she passed by the Qing Miao team,
She went to look for Liang Tiezhu and ordered ten catties of flour, ten catties of glutinous rice, and a bag of mountain delicacies.
Liang Tiezhu quickly quoted the price.
"Four dollars and eighty cents."
Zhao Lanxiang gave him six dollars.
She said, "I'll have to buy food from you more often in the future.
I can't let you work for me for free.
You don't have to give me change. "
Liang Tiezhu didn't dare to take her money. He said, "Brouther Bo will beat me up if he knows."
Zhao Lanxiang asked suspiciously, "What does this have to do with your Brouther Bo?"
Liang Tiezhu looked straight at her. There was undisguised mockery in his eyes.
Zhao Lanxiang turned her head away. She didn't expect this kid's eyes to be so sharp. While He Song Bai was still in a daze, unable to understand the situation,
He saw through her.
She suddenly coughed.
"Keep a low profile. Don't tell anyone.
Otherwise, your Brouther Bo will be angry. "
Liang Tiezhu nodded repeatedly to show his loyalty.
After ordering the grain, Zhao Lanxiang returned to Hezi Village with satisfaction. Although he had worked all day, he came back early. In the afternoon, Zhao Lanxiang took a nap and came to work on time.
She pushed the cart to load up the debris, but she didn't expect to see a young man working for Zhou Jiazhen.
She walked over, and the young man's face immediately turned red, and he stammered, "I, I saw that you didn't come to work today, so I came to, to help."
Zhao Lanxiang glanced at the pile of rubble that was almost cleaned up and looked at Zhou Jiazhen in surprise.
But Zhou Jiazhen said, "Comrade, thank you very much. You can go back to work!"
Zhao Lanxiang said, "All the work is done. It feels so good."
Zhou Jiazhen snorted and said, "Didn't He Lao Er come to help you every day?"
"How is he now? Is his injury better?"
She was a little worried. "Sigh! I'm used to him doing all the work. I'm so lazy now. You're not here today, and I almost can't straighten my back. "
Zhao Lanxiang said with a smile, "Then it's all thanks to Comrade Wu today. Otherwise, you would be exhausted. We must thank him for his kindness later. "
She touched her face and felt a little naughty.
Zhou Jiazhen pushed the cart to pick up the rocks without realizing it. After she filled the cart with rocks, she ran over with a red face and angrily pinched Zhao Lanxiang.
"He Lao Er didn't even thank him. What's there to thank him for!"
After Zhou Jiazhen finished speaking, he explained in a small voice, "Wasn't I reading 'How Steel Is Made' a while ago? He saw it and was happy to share his experience with me. We chatted for a while. "
Zhao Lanxiang said seriously, "This is a good book. You should communicate more. It's beneficial."
Zhou Jiazhen said, "Then I'll communicate with you."
Zhao Lanxiang quickly waved his hand. "I haven't finished reading. Communicating with someone who hasn't finished reading is like playing the lute to a cow. Only someone like Comrade Wu, who has read extensively, can keep up with your thoughts. "
Zhou Jiazhen pinched Zhao Lanxiang hard again and angrily went to dump the rocks.
After work, Zhao Lanxiang didn't make dinner that night. He Sanya pouted because she was still young, but Sister He was all smiles. She ate the sweet potato rice happily as if it was a delicacy. Zhao Lanxiang also ate a sweet sweet potato brown rice. Although there was no oil, his stomach took it well because he had eaten a lot of oil recently. After all, coarse grains helped to reduce oil and improve digestion.
…
In the middle of the night, Zhao Lanxiang was suddenly woken up by a mournful cry. She shuddered and rolled over to get up.
She held the kerosene lamp and followed the sound to the old lady's room.
A ray of light seeped into the dark room. The old lady was lying on the bed and bawling. Her sunken eyes were covered with a layer of blue, reflecting the weak light, making her look unusually miserable.
The old lady raised her teary eyes and said angrily, "Get out!"
Zhao Lanxiang quickly left and left the lamp on the table.
She asked outside, "What's wrong, Granny?"
The old lady ignored her.
After Zhao Lanxiang moved into the He family, she barely spoke to the old lady. The old lady didn't like to talk to strangers and was a bit cold and eccentric. The first time she brought a bowl of rice over, she wanted to see the old lady whom she had never met in her previous life. Sister He quickly stopped her.
The few times they met, it was when the He family's siblings pushed the old lady out to bask in the sun. When the old lady looked at Zhao Lanxiang, a stranger, her eyes were indifferent.
Sister He was quickly woken up by Zhao Lanxiang. She hugged the old lady and stroked her hunched back. In the dark night, she couldn't make hand gestures. The old lady grabbed her hand and cried sadly. "Is the Brouther Bo gone?"
Sister He brought the lamp over and said to her grandmother, "No."
"Don't worry, he's fine."
"Is he gone?" The old lady sadly wiped her tears again.
Zhao Lanxiang couldn't bear to see He Songbai like this and went to wake him up.
He was injured and had been sleeping very soundly for the past few days.
He Songbai saw the woman sitting by his bed in the middle of the night and his heart was beating violently. When he woke up, he realized that it was really Zhao Lanxiang who was shaking him.
He rubbed his hair. His voice was so hoarse that it couldn't be heard. It sounded like he was on the verge of breaking down.
He said in a barely audible voice, "What's wrong with you again?"
Zhao Lanxiang said, "The old lady is crying. We can't hide it anymore. You should go and see her. She hasn't seen you for three days. She thinks you're gone. "
Hearing this, He Song Bai suddenly sat up and started to remove the bandaged wooden board.
Zhao Lanxiang stopped him. "Don't be so childish. Later, when you limp over, won't she be able to tell?"
He Songbai choked when he heard this. He stood up and limped over to his grandmother's room.
Old Lady Li saw her grandson whose hands and feet were fixed. She touched his hands, feet, and head. Her eyes were about to go blind from crying. "My poor Brouther Bo …"
He Songbai hugged his grandmother and comforted her silently.
After a while, he realized that she was still crying. He said helplessly, "I won't break my arms and feet. I'll be fine in a few days."
Old Lady Li's tears stopped. She cried for a while and quickly fell asleep. After falling asleep, she muttered pitiful words from time to time.
He Songbai said, "I already said that we can't hide it from her, but you didn't believe me."
Sister He glared at her brother and said fiercely, "Go to sleep."
He Songbai shrugged helplessly and went back to his room.
He found that Zhao Lanxiang was still sitting in his room. He knocked on the door. "Go back to sleep."
Zhao Lanxiang suddenly talked about what happened during the day and asked, "Picking peach blossoms to exchange for wine money again … What kind of strange match sign is this?"
He Songbai said indifferently, "What's strange about it? Did you match it today?"
The one, two, three, four, five, the secret sign of going up the mountain and not dancing was strange.
Zhao Lanxiang said, "He didn't say anything. He just led me in."
Zhao Lanxiang muttered, "Picking peach blossoms to exchange for wine money again. Picking peach blossoms to exchange for wine money again."
She thought about it and said, "The world laughs at me for being crazy. I laugh at them for not being able to see through me. I don't see the tombs of the heroes of the five tombs. No flowers, no wine, no hoe for the fields. Tsk, tsk, tsk … "
Zhao Lanxiang said thoughtfully, "Don't tell me that granny taught you all these poems?"
"She's quite cultured. She even taught you how to write. I saw that she was very kind to you all, but why didn't she pay attention to me? "
This last sentence was what Zhao Lanxiang wanted to ask.
He Songbai's lips trembled. He said casually, "You're not my wife yet, and you're already concerned about my granny's attitude?"
Zhao Lanxiang pinched him angrily.
He Songbai thought for a while and said, "She's very kind, but her life is very hard. She still has some resentment in her heart. Don't blame her if she takes it out on you. In fact, other than us, she doesn't trust anyone else. "
He Song Bai saw that the woman's eyes were full of curiosity, as if they were going to have an intimate conversation in the middle of the night. He Song Bai's head hurt.
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