Chapter 108 From crawling like a dog to standing up like a dog

"Huh? Didn't you say before that you never wanted to get married?" Song Juan asked with a smile.

Huang Ya shrugged. "Now I suddenly feel that having two people is pretty good too."

Being alone is quite carefree, but you can't help feeling lonely sometimes.

Two people are just fine; they can enjoy themselves together without feeling lonely.

"Then you'd better hurry up and find a partner."

Song Juan, holding the book, smiled brightly: "Otherwise, in a few years you'll be an old uncle and nobody will want you."

"You don't understand, men get more attractive with age."

"That smells like old people."

Huang Ya: "Wait, are you saying I'm old?"

He was on the verge of tears; he was only in his early twenties, how could he look so old?

I'm in my prime, aren't I?

"Otherwise what? Hahaha."

Song Juan laughed and ran away, but almost tripped and fell as she ran.

Huang Ya rushed forward and grabbed the person in one stride. There was still some snow on the road, and the two fell together.

Song Juan looked up and met Huang Ya's smiling eyes. Suddenly, her heart raced, and she froze, not knowing what to do.

Huang Ya didn't rush her, and simply lay down on the ground: "Actually, sleeping in the snow is quite beautiful."

“Nonsense, you’d freeze to death.” Song Juan objected verbally, but then turned and lay down next to him.

The two looked at the sky together, and Huang Ya told Song Juan stories of his travels all over the country, which she listened to intently.

Song Zhan prepared a table full of dishes and waited a long time before the two of them came home.

As soon as Huang Ya entered the room, Song Zhan gave him a thorough scan, staring at his slightly flushed face.

Song Zhan asked, "Why are you blushing? Did you do something bad?"

Huang Ya said innocently, "I'm just freezing. You have no idea how cold it is outside."

Seeing that Song Juan's face was also red, Shen Wanjun said, "You must be freezing. I'll knit you a scarf another day."

"Sister-in-law, let's buy one," Song Juan said with a smile.

She didn't believe Shen Wanjun's skills.

“You need to have some faith in me.” Shen Wanjun took out a sweater. “See this? I knitted this for your brother.”

Song Zhan had been looking forward to this sweater for a long time, and when he saw that she had finally finished knitting it, he said happily, "Let me try it on."

He quickly put on his sweater, came out, stood in front of everyone, and spun around: "How was it?"

The four fell silent. Shen Wanjun said apologetically, "There seems to be something wrong with this sleeve."

The sweater sleeves were uneven, making Song Zhan's shoulders appear uneven.

"No, it's fine."

Song Zhan refused to take it off, and showed it off to Huang Ya next to him: "Look at the color, the technique, the pattern, how beautiful it is."

"My wife knitted it for me."

Song Zhan was practically saying: See? I have a wife who loves me, but you don't!

Huang Ya had previously been indifferent to his childish behavior, but now she suddenly felt inexplicably sad.

Yes, he's already in his early twenties, how come he still doesn't have a wife?

He needs to hurry.

Huang Ya looked at Song Juan: "Juan'er, can you knit one for me?"

Fearing that Song Juan would not agree, he added, "Your brother is too arrogant; you have to teach him a lesson."

Song Juan said, "Fine, I can't stand my brother's smug look either."

Once Song Zhan put on his sweater, he refused to take it off, saying, "Eat quickly, the food is getting cold."

Song Zhan's cooking skills improved rapidly, and the three of them praised him profusely in order to get him to cook more.

"It seems I can be a cook in the future."

Huang Ya took a big bite of rice: "I think it's a good idea. Anyway, Liu San's job is definitely going to be gone this time."

The last time I made such a scene, I only spared him face because of Grandma Tie.

But Grandma Tie's face can't be used forever.

"He got off too easy." Song Juan angrily took a big bite of rice.

If it were anyone else causing these kinds of trouble, they would have been kicked out long ago.

It's only because Old Lady Cui's family has a strong matriarch like Grandma Tie that they can act with impunity time and time again, taking advantage of others and causing trouble without getting away with it.

“This time is different,” Shen Wanjun said. “I’ve reported it to the police with your brother. As long as you don’t forgive them, they’ll be in jail.”

Song Juan said in surprise, "It was you who reported it to the police. I thought it was Hao Mei."

“She wouldn’t,” Song Zhan said. “A person’s stance determines their behavior.”

Song Juan seemed to understand but not quite, so Huang Ya explained, "Hao Mei is the political commissar. Her job is to maintain stability. As long as nothing happens in the compound, it's fine."

"From her perspective, it would be best to minimize the damage and make a clean break."

Song Juan tilted her head and said, "So, brother and sister-in-law, your stance is..."

Shen Wanjun: "Of course we'll help you get revenge; we can't just stand by and watch you get bullied."

Song Juan eagerly placed a piece of meat on Shen Wanjun's plate: "Sister-in-law, you're so kind."

Shen Wanjun squinted at her and teased, "Am I only better today? Can't I eat a piece of your flesh at other times?"

Song Juan said earnestly, "My sister-in-law has always been good."

She looked at Song Zhan and said, "Brother, it's all your fault! It's your fault for not buying more meat, so my sister-in-law doesn't have enough to eat."

Song Zhan wasn't angry at all at being slandered by his sister. Instead, he smiled and said, "Let's go to the market tomorrow and buy more things then."

The meat supplied by the service center is limited each day; that's all there is.

But you can get a lot of things at the market outside by exchanging grain coupons.

Huang Ya patted Song Juan on the head: "You're something else, you've even learned to shift the blame."

"Oh, so this is what they call shifting the blame eastward. I thought it was called sowing discord."

Song Juan hugged the bowl and laughed heartily.

After eating, Song Zhan continued working on the table.

Shen Wanjun picked up the love letter he had written, looked at it, and said with a smile, "Your handwriting has improved a lot."

"Right?" Song Zhan said smugly, "My wife taught me well."

Shen Wanjun: "From crawling like a dog to standing up like a dog."

Song Zhan: ...

Okay, stop praising me.

Song Juan's handwriting was neat and tidy. Shen Wanjun said, "Look at Juan'er, look at you, tsk tsk."

"You, as the older brother, have been outdone by your younger sister."

Song Zhan: "This hand of mine is for holding a gun."

Many people in the camp were illiterate, yet they were equally capable of charging into battle and achieving great deeds.

"Wow, you can handle a gun and write now, that's amazing."

Shen Wanjun discovered that men should be treated like children.

Enough said, let's just praise them.

Song Zhan was indeed very receptive to this approach; in addition to the original love letter, he took the initiative to write another one tonight.

"Honey, I wrote a letter to our future child."

“I read it to him tonight.”

Seeing her brother and sister-in-law getting all lovey-dovey again, Song Juan wisely took her books and went back to her room.

Before leaving, they even dragged Huang Ya, who was reading a book, away.

Only Shen Wanjun and Song Zhan remained in the living room.

"Come on, wife, sit on my lap."

Shen Wanjun obeyed and did as she was told. Song Zhan picked her up and began to squat.

Despite not having exercised for a long time, his stamina remains amazing.

"Take it easy," Shen Wanjun reminded her. "Don't hurt your leg."

"I'm fine." Song Zhan was full of energy; he was certain he was completely healed.

He only needs a hospital certificate to return to the camp.

In the middle of the night, a mournful cry pierced the silent sky.

The howling of the military dog ​​baboon, along with the crying of children, woke up many people.

"What happened?" Shen Wanjun asked, still groggy.

"I'm going out to check, don't come out." Song Zhan opened the bedroom door with a flashlight.