Chapter 197 Not washed

But once you notice his mouth and eyes, you realize he's a carbon copy of Zheng Mingyue.

Those eyes were slightly upturned, with a hint of liveliness.

When she smiles, her lips curve into crescent moons, and the corners of her mouth naturally turn up.

If one didn't know the details, an outsider would see nothing at a glance.

It's probably hard to tell whether this person resembles the father more or the mother more.

Even Song Xiaomei, who was standing next to him, looked like the two siblings were cut from the same mold when they stood together.

Their eyebrows, eye contours, facial features, and overall demeanor all bear a striking resemblance.

Song Wenhua, however, appeared more composed.

Song Xiaomei, on the other hand, had a more youthful vivacity.

He strode over to the crowd and snapped his heels together.

The sunlight fell on his shoulders, making him look full of energy and spirit.

But if you look closely at him, you'll notice that his ears have turned bright red.

That hint of red couldn't be hidden; it spread from the earlobe all the way to the tip of the ear.

"Oh, Sister Mingyue, you always say I'm lucky, but your family is truly prosperous!"

"My son and daughter are both beautiful, smart and lovable. Unlike my little rascal, who's always jumping around and causing all sorts of trouble. He's the only one who can destroy the house."

Zheng Mingyue, who was listening from behind, covered her mouth and laughed, her shoulders shaking slightly.

She quickly stepped forward, gently patted his arm, and spoke in a tone that was both reproachful and affectionate.

"It's not as good as you say! You always say the nicest things."

She turned to look at everyone and introduced with a smile, "This is my son, Wenhua. He just retired from the army a year ago. He served in the army for the first five years. He's a reliable, honest, and quiet person. Don't let his upright posture fool you; he's actually very kind-hearted."

Shen Zhongshun's eyes lit up as soon as he heard the words "retired" and "military".

He rushed forward, his face flushed red, and grabbed Song Wenhua's hand, his voice trembling with excitement.

"Brother Wenhua! My name is Zhongshun, and I'm eleven years old! When I grow up, I want to join the army too! I want to be like Ergouzi, protecting our country and standing guard!"

It was as if a brilliant firework had exploded in his heart, crackling and popping incessantly.

Oh my god!

Zheng Mingyue's son actually served in the military!

Now he'll have something to brag about in front of Er Gouzi!

"Good! That's ambitious!"

Song Wenhua looked down at the little boy in front of her, whose face was flushed, and a gentle smile appeared on her lips.

He usually has a cold face, and his brows exude an air of authority.

But when he smiles, his eyebrows and eyes soften instantly, and his gaze becomes gentle.

Shen Zhongshun was amused by the laugh and the pat.

He unconsciously straightened his back and even straightened his shoulders.

From now on, Er Gou will have to respectfully call him "Big Brother"!

He's ridden in a tractor before, and he'll be riding in a big truck later!

More importantly, he also has a relative who served in the military!

Oh, right!

The most incredible thing is that he even had a knife cut into his stomach!

That wasn't an ordinary knife wound; it happened during an emergency mission.

In order to protect his comrades, he was stabbed in the abdomen by the assailant's dagger.

Blood was everywhere; he almost couldn't be saved.

Even so, he gritted his teeth and remained silent until the mission was completed before being sent to the hospital.

It required seventeen stitches, and you can still see the winding scar.

Much better than Er Gouzi!

Even when Er Gouzi gets a shot, he cries out loud.

He didn't utter a sound even when he was so badly injured. What do you call that?

That's what you call a real tough guy!

Shen Xiuye ​​also called out crisply, "Brother Wenhua!"

Song Wenhua's ears were already a little red, and now they were even more so.

His entire face turned bright red in an instant.

He lowered his head, his fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of his clothes, his throat moved, but he couldn't utter a complete sentence.

"Y-you...hello, Xiuye."

He finally managed to utter a sentence, his voice soft and hoarse.

Shen Xiuye ​​thought that her younger brother was too clingy and annoyed her, so she quickly pulled Shen Zhongshun over.

"Hey Zhongshun! You kid, don't be so disrespectful! Brother Wenhua is a guest, you need to know your manners!"

She patted her younger brother gently as she spoke.

Shen Zhongshun stuck out his tongue at her and made a face.

Then he obediently shrank his neck and hid behind her, secretly sizing up Song Wenhua.

"This kid is mischievous, but he has always admired soldiers."

Shen Xiuye ​​spoke and laughed, her eyes crinkling.

"When I was little, I would shout 'Attention! Salute!' even in my dreams. I would also tie my schoolbag to my back like a military bag and march in formation in the yard all day long. It was so funny."

Song Wenhua's face turned as red as a purplish-red, and he froze on the spot.

Zheng Mingyue suppressed a laugh, her lips twitching slightly. She secretly pinched her thigh to barely suppress the laughter.

That silly son of mine served in the army for five years, and he wasn't afraid of wind or sun.

Why do you act like a frightened rabbit when you see a girl?

"Cuifen, Xiuye, why don't you come inside and have some tea?"

She quickly tried to smooth things over, speaking in a lighthearted tone.

"Standing here in the wind, you might catch a cold later."

If she keeps standing here, her silly son will probably burn his neck off.

Her ears were burning red, and her face was so red it was practically bleeding.

If this keeps up, people will be steamed alive.

After serving five years in the army, I returned home and drove long distances every day, never even seeing a girl.

A single trip by train covers seven or eight hundred li (approximately 350-400 kilometers).

Take a nap at a service area at night, then continue driving when you wake up.

The experienced drivers in the convoy were all looking for partners.

He was the only one with a clean record; he hadn't even added many women on WeChat.

On the contrary, she is not as sensible as that young girl.

Shen Xiuye ​​was poised and confident, spoke fluently, and had bright, clear eyes.

Shen Cuifen nodded with a smile, her eyes and brows radiating joy, and took Shen Xiuye's hand as they walked towards the main room.

"Come on, Xiuye, let's go inside and sit down. It's cool outside."

Song Lei quickly chimed in, afraid of making the atmosphere awkward.

"Yes, yes, come in and sit down, don't be shy! The food will be ready soon! I can already smell the aroma. Xiaomei's cooking skills are the best in the surrounding villages!"

Seeing Shen Xiuye's dazed look, Shen Cuifen knew what was going on.

This girl didn't take Song Wenhua seriously at all.

Her gaze swept over the figure at the entrance of the main room without the slightest ripple.

Oh well, let nature take its course. Things need to be done slowly.

Feelings are something you can't rush or force.

Sometimes, a single glance can last a lifetime.

Sometimes, feelings develop over time.

Just because there are no clues now doesn't mean there's no chance later.

Inside the main room, Song Xiaomei had already brewed hot tea and poured it into an enamel cup.

The aroma of tea wafted gently, carrying a faint scent of jasmine.

On the table sat freshly bought rice candy, each one golden and crispy, coated with sugar frosting, shimmering in the sunlight.

There was also a plate of freshly washed apples, each one plump and round.

Upon seeing them enter the house, Song Xiaomei immediately greeted them with a smile, holding a rag in her hand, and wiped the eight-immortal table again.

"Please sit down, please sit down! The chairs are all clean, you'll feel comfortable sitting anywhere."

"Xiuye, this is your sister Xiaomei."

Shen Cuifen introduced with a smile, and then gently pushed Shen Xiuye ​​forward.

"Sister Xiaomei!"

Shen Xiuye ​​obediently called out.

Song Xiaomei nodded crisply, her eyes sparkling.

"Hey! Come in and sit down! Don't be shy, make yourself at home here!"