The next morning, Duan Xichuan, Chen Guohua and others went to the army.

As usual, Wang Yishan came back from the cafeteria to help Shen Xiaobei get breakfast. After she and Chen Xiong finished breakfast, they came over and found that Shen Xiaobei had not eaten a single steamed bun and had not drunk much porridge. All of it was still in the lunch box.

I couldn't help but ask in confusion: "Stinky woman, what's wrong with you today? Why didn't you eat anything for breakfast? Don't forget, you still have to feed my two godsons. How can you eat so little?"

"I have no appetite and don't want to eat. Give the steamed bun to Chen Xiong."

"He's already full, what else does he need to eat? What's wrong with you? You've been like a sick chicken these past few days, looking completely drained. Could it be that your Xichuan didn't take good care of you at night?"

"Shanshan, no more jokes like that these days. Also, change that red coat of yours; it's an eyesore to me!"

"Hey, you bitch, why are you so overbearing? What I wear is none of your business. I've already put on this coat. Why should I change it just because you think it's an eyesore? I won't change it!"

"Okay, okay, if you don't want to change, then stay away from me and don't bother me."

"You stinky woman, did you take some choking medicine today? You're so annoying! Just stay away from me. If you have the guts, don't call me later!"

Seeing Shen Xiaobei’s impatient face, Wang Yishan was also very unhappy, and she went back to her room with a twisted waist in anger.

After Wang Yishan left, Shen Xiaobei stayed in the room in a distracted state, not knowing whether to sit or stand. He wanted to play with the two children, but found that laughing was such a difficult thing.

As soon as the corners of her mouth turned up, she couldn't help but feel her eyes turn red and she couldn't control the urge to cry.

After waiting silently for a whole day with a heavy heart and a distracted mind, Shen Xiaobei did not hear any obituary from any channel.

That night, as she lay in bed, gently holding Duan Xichuan in her arms and falling asleep, she thought hopefully, could it be that her premonition was wrong?

However, her hope was soon shattered.

The next morning, at around four in the morning, before the wake-up call sounded and everything was quiet, the radio in the compound suddenly started broadcasting.

Hearing the sudden obituary broadcast on the radio, Duan Xichuan suddenly sat up with a somersault, and stared at Shen Xiaobei, who had just sat up, in disbelief for several seconds.

"Girl..."

"Xichuan..."

The two called each other's names, without saying anything else, and hugged their heads and sobbed in grief.

A leader they had always admired and loved passed away yesterday morning. Upon hearing the news, the nation was in mourning...