In her previous life, Song Qingyun and her old man enjoyed a life of luxury, supported by their seven daughters.
When Song Qingyun finally repented, none of her seven daughters had lived past...
The person standing outside the door was Han Chengwu, who had returned for vacation.
The army happened to have a car passing by Qingshan Village, so Han Chengwu took the army car directly home.
The car arrived quite early, and Han Chengwu originally planned to find a tree near his home to rest for a while, and then go in when it was dawn and Xia Weian's family got up.
As a result, when he walked over, he heard a slightly familiar female voice reciting the text with emotion, and he unconsciously moved closer.
As a result, he disturbed the girl and Han Chengwu felt a little embarrassed. He coughed twice.
"Sorry to bother you, I'm Han Chengwu."
Xia Ruokui's eyes lit up slightly. She knew that Han Chengwu, Xia Weian and Song Qingyun had all said that.
"Are you the eldest brother of the Han family?" Xia Ruokui asked.
The more Han Chengwu listened, the more familiar the voice seemed to him, and the light in his eyes instantly lit up.
"Didn't we meet twice in the hospital?"
Xia Ruokui immediately remembered the soldier she met in the hospital; his voice was indeed very similar.
"It's you?" Xia Ruokui was slightly stunned.
"It's me. I didn't expect you to be Uncle Xia's child."
Xia Ruokui felt a little embarrassed. She hesitated for a moment, then leaned over to take a look through the crack in the door to confirm that the person standing at the door was the soldier she had seen before.
Moreover, Han Chengwu was carrying his own bags and a large bag, so Xia Ruokui opened the door with confidence, "It's really you."
The moment Han Chengwu saw Xia Ruokui, he felt that all the flowers in front of him were blooming. He didn't know how to describe his mood, but it was just beautiful.
He had been wondering where to find the young girl he liked, but he didn't expect that she was right in his own home.
Han Chengwu looked at Xia Ruokui with joy.
"I never got around to asking, what's your name?"
Xia Ruokui said a little embarrassedly, "My name is Xia Ruokui."
"Hello, Xiaokui, can I call you that?"
Xia Ruokui was slightly stunned. Everyone called her Ruokui, and such a special name seemed somewhat intimate.
But looking at Han Chengwu's sincere face, Xia Ruokui felt embarrassed to refuse, so she finally nodded.
"Can."
"Uncle San and Aunt San haven't gotten up yet?" Han Chengwu asked.
"My grandparents passed away. They went up the mountain today and are busy at their old house."
"Well, my condolences." Han Chengwu squeezed out a sentence after a long while.
He originally wanted to talk about some pleasant topics with the girl he liked at first sight, but when he opened his mouth, he found out that her grandparents had passed away.
"fine."
Xia Ruokui didn't want to talk much about the relationship between her family and her grandparents, so she invited Han Chengwu in.
"My parents have been cleaning your room. It might be a little damp since we haven't lit the fire yet. I'll help you light the kang later, and the room will be warm."
In fact, the temperature is acceptable in this season, but the kang in the room where no one has lived will be a little cold.
"It's okay, I can come by myself later." Han Chengwu said, "Is there anyone else at home?"
He remembered that Xia Weian had several children in his family, but he forgot how many.
"My sisters are still sleeping. It's too early. Mom and Dad didn't call them when they went out."
"I won't go into the house yet, so as not to wake them up."
"Then go sit in the kitchen." Xia Ruokui thought for a moment and invited Han Chengwu into the kitchen.
"You probably haven't eaten yet, I'll make you something to eat."
Xia Ruokui said this without waiting for Han Chengwu to say anything. She took out the eggs and meat, made a simple meat stew, fried two eggs, and made a portion of hand-rolled noodles.
She also took out the pickles and kimchi that her mother had previously pickled and placed them on a small plate.
Han Chengwu looked at the delicious breakfast on the table, his stomach growled, and he felt a little embarrassed.
"I am indeed hungry, thank you, Xiaokui."
"You're welcome."
Xia Ruokui handed over a bowl of noodle soup and said, "Drink some soup first to warm your stomach before eating."
"good."
Han Chengwu felt as if someone had poured a big bowl of sugar water into his heart. Why was it so sweet?
Xia Ruokui didn't know what Han Chengwu was thinking. She smiled at him and thought about the text she had memorized earlier.
"I just heard you reciting the text. You're working very hard."
Xia Ruokui nodded.
"What grade are you in now?" Han Chengwu asked after a moment of hesitation.
After all, he was several years older than Xia Ruokui, and he estimated that Xia Ruokui should be in junior high school.
Xia Ruokui smiled and said, "Fifth grade."
Han Chengwu cursed himself in his heart, what an old cow!
"Study hard, reading and writing are useful. Your voice is very nice." Han Chengwu praised again after a while.
Xia Ruokui smiled embarrassedly.
Han Chengwu finished his meal quickly and stood up to wash the dishes himself.
Xia Ruokui naturally refused and stood up as well. Both of them reached out to grab the bowl, and their hands accidentally touched each other. They both withdrew their hands at the same time, feeling a little embarrassed.
"Brother Han, I'll wash it."
"No, you already help me cook. I'd be embarrassed to ask you to wash the dishes. Besides, we all wash our own dishes in the army. I'm used to it."
Han Chengwu said this and picked up the dishes and chopsticks at an extremely fast speed and went to wash them.
He looked around the yard and didn't see much work he could do. Besides, it was mainly in the yard, and it would be easy to wake up the girls.
"It's nothing, I'm going to chop some firewood." Han Chengwu found some work for himself.
"No, there's enough firewood at home, and you should rest after just coming back."
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