Shuhua smiled and replied to the villagers, "I've sent Xingbao to my parents."

"Luckily you sent him away. Yesterday, your husband brought some people to your house to ask for Xingbao. Judging from their posture, they looked like they were here to snatch the child away. They were very aggressive."

Shuhua's face changed, and the man said, "Luckily, your uncle and his family are here. We drove them away. It's nothing serious. Don't worry."

Song Yunxin said, "Don't breathe so hard when you talk, it scares people."

Someone else asked, "This woman is so pretty, is she your relative?"

Song Yun was not wearing a military uniform. She was wearing a white shirt and black pants that were neither new nor old. She looked neat and clean. Her skin had not turned white again, but it made her look more heroic.

Shuhua smiled and said, "She's my cousin. She came back with me to do some work and will stay at my house for a few days."

Someone stared at Song Yun, looking her up and down, and the more he looked, the more satisfied he became. "Does your cousin have a boyfriend?"

The smile on Shuhua's face faded for a moment. "My cousin has a boyfriend and they're getting married soon. Okay, I'll go first."

Shuhua paid the taxi fare and pulled Song Yun into the yard.

After closing the gate, Shuhua asked Song Yun, "You won't be angry about what I said just now, right?"

Song Yun shook her head. "No, it's good that this way of saying it can save us from trouble."

Perhaps she heard the noise outside, and someone came out of the house. It was a middle-aged woman holding a sewing basket. When she saw Xu Shuhua, she immediately smiled and said, "Shuhua is back." Then she looked curiously at the girl following Shuhua.

Xu Shuhua smiled and said, "Mom, this is Song Yun, a relative from my mom's side, a distant cousin." This was the explanation they had agreed on on the way, and they said it to everyone.

"Looks like this is Shuhua's cousin. She's so pretty and tall. Come in quickly. Are you thirsty? I'll pour you some sugar water."

Xu Shuhua's aunt was very enthusiastic, which made Song Yun feel a little embarrassed. She quickly took out the gifts she had brought, which were some cakes and two cans of food she had bought on the way.

Mother Zhang Cuixiang took the things and said it was not necessary to spend money, and the smile on her face became more sincere.

Who doesn't like people who know etiquette?

It's not about eating your food. The feeling given by bringing gifts and not bringing gifts is completely different.

"Where's my grandma?" Xu Shuhua asked Zhang Cuixiang who was busy making sugar water.

"Your grandma went to visit Aunt Gui's house and will be back soon." Zhang Cuixiang brought some sugar water and continued, "I don't know what's wrong with Aunt Gui's little grandson. He keeps complaining about stomachaches. The hospital couldn't find anything wrong, and Aunt Gui was so worried that her mouth was covered in blisters. When your grandma heard about it, she came to take a look."

After a while, an old lady in a blue cloth jacket came back with her hands behind her back and her waist slightly bent. When she saw Xu Shuhua, she happily showed her few remaining yellow teeth, "Xiaohua is back, how is Xingbao?"

"Grandma," Shuhua stepped forward and held the old lady's arm, "Xingbao is doing well, but he hasn't seen grandma these past few days and he missed you so much that he kept crying."

The old lady patted Shuhua, her face full of doting, "You are so sweet, but when will you bring Xingbao back? I can't sleep without seeing Xingbao."

Xu Shuhua felt a little sad. She also missed Xingbao, her sweet and soft son.

"After I finish my work in a few days, I'll take you to the south, okay?" Xu Shuhua said.

The smile on the old lady's face froze slightly, and her face turned pale in an instant. She sighed and patted her granddaughter's hand. "Okay, I'll go with you then."

When the old lady saw Song Yun, she was surprised again and said that she had never seen such a pretty girl, so tall, and with a temperament different from others. She could tell at a glance that she was a soldier.