Office of General Zheng.

Zheng Guoliang, dressed in military uniform, was sitting at a table reviewing documents.

Lu Shengye knocked gently on the door.

Zheng Guoliang's position was several levels higher than Lu Shengye's, and the two usually didn't have much interaction. However, Zheng Guoliang valued Lu Shengye highly and treated him like a son.

The two had a very good relationship, no wonder even Lu Pei'an joked that his son was almost going to take the surname Zheng.

Even on a sweltering day, the door was left open.

Zheng Guoliang looked up, his serious expression changing, and laughed, "Hey, you're back, kid. Come in."

After Lu Shengye entered, he stood at attention, saluted, and then placed a bag on the table. "Commander, these are peaches brought from Qinshui. Please have a taste."

"It's rare that you still remember me, kid."

"I will never forget the leader's teachings."

"Alright, it's just the two of us, no need for slogans. Sit down, have you submitted the application yet?"

"It's been handed in."

Zheng Guoliang closed the document in front of him, stood up, poured Lu Shengye a glass of water, added a pinch of tea, and asked, "What do you think of this girl?"

"fine."

"It's rare to find someone who asks you to use those three words to describe it," Zheng Guoliang said with a hearty laugh. "How's the tea?"

"It smells quite good."

Zheng Guoliang placed the packet of Maojian tea in front of him, saying, "Take it back and drink it."

Lu Shengye quickly stood up. "Commander, I can't accept this. Please keep it for yourself."

"Here you go, this is from a relative in Fujian. I have another pack. Alright, you're still on vacation today, right? It's so hot. Drink your water and head back quickly. There's a mission the day after tomorrow, and I'd like you to help out."

"Yes, sir."

Zheng Guoliang opened the drawer, took out a set of keys, and tossed them to him.

“There are only a few one-bedroom apartments left in the family compound, and they all face away from the sun. You will live in the tenement for the time being. I have reserved a three-bedroom apartment for you. It faces the sun and you can move in immediately after a simple tidying up. The family compound is planning the next phase, and it is estimated that construction will start in the fall. If all goes well, you can move back next year.”

"Thank you, sir."

"Alright, go back now. Please give my regards to my former boss."

After leaving the office building, Lu Shengye went to the courtyard.

He needs to tidy up first and see if he can move in tonight.

*

In the afternoon, the sun blazed fiercely.

Jiang Xuan felt that wearing jeans was too hot, and since she had nothing else to do, she decided to make herself a dress.

That day, she specially bought a piece of light blue plaid fabric, intending to make a skirt.

She went to Lu Xiaomei and said, "Xiaomei, your brother said there's a sewing machine at home. Can I use it?"

Lu Xiaomei was squatting by the cabinet, searching for all the books in the high school.

"It's in Dian Dian and Fan Xing's room. Xuan Xuan, you're so amazing! You can even use a sewing machine!" Lu Xiaomei stood up and dusted off her hands.

"I've learned this before."

Seeing the fabric in her hand, I said, "Are you making clothes? Let me get my mom's chalk scissors for you."

"Okay, thank you, little sister."

"It's alright, HyunHyun-jie, don't be so polite."

Lu Xiaomei led Jiang Xuan into Diandian and Fanxing's room.

This room is slightly smaller than Lu Xiaomei's room. Inside, there is a wooden bunk bed, the upper bed is one meter wide, a children's wardrobe of the same color, and two sets of small tables and stools.

Because Lu Shengye had just slept there, there was an extra adult pillow on the lower bed.

The furniture looks quite new, except that the bed legs, table legs, and other furniture have been scribbled on.

It's clearly Dot's masterpiece.

In the corner, there was a sewing machine and a locked wooden box next to it.

The sewing machine was covered with a red cloth, and a layer of plastic was laid on top of the cloth.

The sewing machine was just covered with a lot of things: water cups, toys, books.

Lu Xiaomei quickly tidied up, "The sewing machine hasn't been used in a long time, I don't know if it will still work."

"It should be fine. These sewing machines are all of good quality and won't break down so easily."

Jiang Xuan wasn't making things up. In her previous life, her maternal grandmother had such an old-fashioned sewing machine, which was also part of her dowry.

Later, everyone got used to wearing ready-made clothes, and the sewing machine was left idle.

After she studied design, she went home one day and suddenly felt like making a dress. Unexpectedly, the sewing machine had been sitting there for decades, but it was still in perfect working order.

Lu Xiaomei removed the red cloth and brought Jiang Xuan a chair. "My mom used to like making her own clothes. When I was little, many of my pretty clothes were made by her."

"I can tell from your eyes and eyebrows that you must be very beautiful."

Lu Xiaomei smiled sweetly: "Yes. She likes to wear pretty clothes. My grandma didn't like her very much, but she didn't spend much time with my grandma either. My grandma passed away when my brother was one year old."

The conflict between mothers-in-law and daughters-in-law is an age-old problem with no solution.

Jiang Xuan didn't ask any further questions.

The sewing machine is new, with a shiny and smooth panel.

Jiang Xuan skillfully opened the control panel and stood the machine upright.

Lu Xiaomei went out for a moment and then came back in, carrying a desk lamp and a power strip.

She plugged the power strip into the socket by the door, pulled the cord over, and said, "The lighting here is bad, would you like to try this desk lamp?"

Jiang Xuan felt a warmth in her heart; this girl was so considerate. "Okay."

"Oh, right, I'll find you some chalk and scissors."

Lu Xiaomei pushed out the wooden box, took out a key from the sewing machine drawer, opened the box, and a smell of mothballs wafted out.

She took out a sewing basket, rummaged through it, and pulled out a green triangular piece of chalk. "Do you think this will work?"

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