Wei Aiguo now understood: his wife wanted to avoid his son... she had even found a place...

Song Yan's delicate, porcelain-like skin and soft body always thrilled Wei Aiguo.

Even after the passion subsided, Wei Aiguo was still reluctant to let go.

Song Yan slapped his hand away. Now that she could take a shower anytime, she was overjoyed.

"Let go, I'm going to take a shower!"

"I can't bear to part with it!"

"I'm all sticky. We're going to be on the bus soon!" Song Yan couldn't push Wei Aiguo away from sticking to her.

"Wife! What I said before was true!" Wei Aiguo said in a low voice.

"Which of your statements is not true?" Song Yan retorted.

“I mean, I accept that you are widowed, and I don’t want you to become a divorced woman,” Wei Aiguo said, hugging his wife.

Song Yan immediately flew into a rage upon hearing this. "What nonsense are you spouting? Can't you keep your mouth shut?"

"Yan Jincui sacrificed her life, leaving behind her family. Some of my comrades also sacrificed their lives..."

"I desperately wish I could stay with you forever... but I am..." Wei Aiguo hugged his wife tightly.

"What's the date today?" Song Yan suddenly remembered something.

In the world she once lived in, she had seen a military report describing several instances of being on high alert.

There was one such instance in February 1979.

This time it was a counterattack in self-defense.

It seems that not only active-duty soldiers, but also many retired soldiers have been recalled.

"It's January 6th, 1979! What's wrong with you?" Wei Aiguo noticed that Song Yan's expression was not good.

Yes, they came out on the last day of 1978, spending half their time on the train and the other half in Guangcheng.

They can't linger in Anhui Province; they need to return as soon as they reach J City.

Because Wei Aiguo is a soldier.

"Never say such things again. You should know how precious it is that we met."

"I'll get you the best medicine for your injuries from now on, so you'll be absolutely safe." Song Yan looked into Wei Aiguo's eyes and said very seriously.

If it weren't for the circumstances, Song Yan wouldn't have had the courage to interact with Wei Aiguo. He would have definitely walked away. Then there wouldn't be the present, nor would there be his lovely Yueyue and sons.

Wei Aiguo regretted that his words had frightened his wife. He had spoken out of emotion, thinking of Yan Jincui's death.

"good!"

“You are my only son, and General Shen’s only son. You are the children’s only father. You must promise that you will live!” Song Yan said.

Wei Aiguo didn't understand why Song Yan was suddenly speaking so seriously, but he nodded solemnly.

...

The country is generally poor, and the impoverished mountainous areas are even poorer.

The bus he took from the city to the county was dilapidated, which Song Yan thought was dilapidated enough at the time.

By the time they reached the commune from the county, the vehicle was even more dilapidated. It reeked of gasoline, and the windows had large cracks. The body was also covered in rust.

Song Yan couldn't help but worry. In such a poor place, it would be even more difficult for a family with only one girl to survive.

They finally arrived at the commune after much difficulty. When they asked around, they learned that it was still 15 li (7.5 kilometers) to get to Yan Jincui's village.

There are no buses running there at all.

Wei Aiguo asked several people for directions. Once he had determined how to get to the village, he led Song Yan out of the commune.

Once they reached a secluded spot, Song Yan took out two bicycles.

Fifteen miles isn't a long distance by bicycle, but the mountain road isn't easy to travel.

Even though the mountain roads are difficult, cycling is much faster than walking.

When they were not far from the village, they got off their bicycles and Song Yan put them into his spatial storage.

That should be Yanjiacun Village up ahead. It's almost noon, so they should find a place to have lunch first.

Song Yan looked around and saw rows of mud-brick houses with thatched roofs.

The sense of dilapidation and poverty was even more pronounced upon entering the village.

Many doors were ajar.

Song Yan watched from afar as a group of people ran towards one place.

Song Yan: "Isn't this a bit strange?"

Wei Aiguo nodded. "Let's go and take a look too."

"What's so interesting about it? They're just some animals that won't stop until they've eaten every last bone fragment."

"That's incredibly immoral! He's shamelessly trying to take advantage of a child who's already lost her family. That girl died for her country!" an old woman said, sitting at the doorway.