Chapter 160 There's nothing Song Zhan can't think of, and nothing Huang Ya can't do.

Song Zhan then remembered that there was a doctor at home.

The hospital is closed today, and many patients have been sent home to recuperate.

Only a few sanitation workers remained to take care of patients who couldn't go home on daily shifts.

Going to the hospital now wouldn't be of any use; it would be better to just let Huang Ya take a look.

Huang Ya reached out and touched Shen Wanjun's belly, asking, "Do you feel like this time the movement is a bit big?"

Shen Wanjun nodded: "It seems like he's turning over and kicking inside."

As we were talking, the child moved again.

The movement was so large that the fabric of Shen Wanjun's clothes visibly rose and fell around her abdomen.

“Oh my God…” she exclaimed.

"What's wrong with him today? He's so energetic!" she exclaimed in surprise.

Huang Ya looked around and asked, "What were you all talking about just now?"

Dang Xianghong said, "We weren't talking about anything, we were just listening to the radio."

"Listen, this is what we're singing."

A powerful chorus of voices rang out from the radio.

Huang Ya checked again and breathed a sigh of relief, saying, "Sister-in-law, the fetal movement is normal, the baby is fine."

"If you feel dizzy, it might be because you're too excited, which has caused your blood pressure to be a little high."

Song Zhan asked nervously, "What do we do now?"

High blood pressure sounds dangerous.

Huang Ya put her apron back on and waved her hand, "It's okay, just relax."

Shen Wanjun understood; this was a way of telling her not to get too excited.

Dang Xianghong breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the radio in her hand, and wondered whether she should continue listening.

Just now, Shen Wanjun got too excited while listening to the radio, which caused her blood pressure to spike.

Shen Wanjun noticed her embarrassment and said naturally, "Sisters-in-law, go back and cook. I'm fine."

They can listen at home if they want; they don't need to worry about her here.

Gao Xiaoman turned her hips and left gracefully.

It's like everyone else is pregnant, she's just being dramatic.

The others also left, chatting and laughing.

Seeing that Song Zhan, Song Juan, and Huang Ya were all busy, Dang Xianghong simply threw the half-peeled garlic aside.

He pulled Shen Wanjun aside to chat, "You don't know yet, do you? I just heard that the performing arts troupe is interested in recruiting Bai Lu."

"Don't you think she just got incredibly lucky?"

"Her dancing is so awful, I don't know what the troupe saw in her?"

Dang Xianghong's dislike for Bai Lu even exceeded that for Shen Wanjun.

Shen Wanjun asked, "And then what happened? Did Bai Lu agree?"

"No, she declined. Guess what she said?"

"How so?" Shen Wanjun asked cooperatively.

She said she loves education and only wants to be a gardener for her country, and is not interested in anything else.

It has to be said that Bai Lu has a pretty high EQ.

If this gets back to the principal, he'll make her a full-time employee in no time.

Moreover, saying this didn't offend anyone in the performing arts troupe.

"Tsk tsk, she's really good at pretending." Dang Xianghong didn't hold back her disdain for Bai Lu.

She suddenly remembered something and stared intently at Shen Wanjun's face.

"Sister Hong, what are you looking at?"

Dang Xianghong: "Are you... not agitated right now?"

Shen Wanjun, don't listen to her gossip and raise your blood pressure again.

Shen Wanjun smiled and shook her head: "Don't worry, I'm fine."

The sound of firecrackers crackling echoed through the courtyard.

After Huang Ya lit the firecrackers, he grabbed Song Juan to stop her from running away.

Song Juan struggled desperately, but Huang Ya held on tightly.

Song Juan was so frightened by the sound of firecrackers that she had nowhere to hide and could only throw herself into Huang Ya's arms.

Red paper was scattered everywhere, falling like snowflakes.

The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder, and a cloud of white mist rose into the air.

Huang Ya put his arm around Song Juan, his face beaming with undisguised smugness.

Song Zhan rolled his eyes at him, all his mischievous ideas were used on his sister.

A large table of dishes was served, and the four of them ate until their bellies were round and full.

These days there aren't many other forms of entertainment, so after a meal, all we can do is sit around the table and chat.

Huang Ya brought out paper and pens and asked everyone to write their New Year's wishes on red paper.

After a while, they would paste the paste onto the lanterns and hang them up.

Song Juan wrote "prosperous and thriving," while Song Zhan wrote "peaceful and joyful."

With a flourish of her pen, Shen Wanjun wrote: "Long live the motherland!"

When it was Huang Ya's turn, he started doing something funny again.

It simply stated: Huang Ya and Song Juan are happily married.

Song Juan was stunned. He had never mentioned this to her before, so why was it written down so blatantly?

She turned her head away, not wanting to look at those words, but Huang Ya insisted on asking, "Is my handwriting nice?"

Song Juan mechanically replied, "It looks good."

She's so beautiful, so beautiful that she wanted to die on the spot.

Her brother and sister-in-law were right next to her. She felt shy and embarrassed, and just wanted to disappear into the ground.

Shen Wanjun looked at the two of them with a smile, indicating that she was indeed smitten.

Indeed, when it comes to love, it's best to observe how others experience it.

The melons I ate on-site tasted really good.

Song Zhan was speechless. Huang Ya must have something wrong with his head.

I already told him to make lanterns out of the red paper, and he still did this.

Can those words be hung up? Wouldn't that make us a laughing stock?

In fact, there is nothing that Huang Ya cannot do, only things that Song Zhan cannot think of.

The three of them pasted their own red writings onto the lantern.

Huang Ya was no exception; he hung the lanterns he had made at the front gate without saying a word.

On the other side hangs Shen Wanjun's calligraphy—Long Live the Motherland.

Huang Ya stood at the door, admiring his masterpiece.

Song Juan was so embarrassed that she didn't know what to say. She whispered, "This isn't appropriate. Take it off quickly."

Huang Ya pointed to the lantern and said, "Long live the motherland! We are so well-matched in our marriage."

Song Zhan ignored him and let the lantern hang outside the door night after night.

For several days in a row, Huang Ya checked the candles inside from time to time, and replaced them with new ones when they burned out.

People from the compound who have been returning to their hometowns in the past two days passed by Song Zhan's house in unison.

He was stunned for a moment, then his eyes widened, his mouth opened wide, and finally he shook his head with a smile and left.

Of course, that's a story for another time.

Tonight is New Year's Eve, and Shen Wanjun and the other three are keeping vigil together.

But before 11 o'clock, Shen Wanjun was already as sleepy as a dog.

Nestled in Song Zhan's arms, she drifted off into a sweet dream.

Song Zhan looked down at her fair face and cherry-pink lips, and couldn't help but kiss her.

After the kiss, he looked up and realized something was wrong—Huang Ya and Song Juan were still there.

Huang Ya teased, "Commander Song, you also have a gentle and tender side."

Song Juan laughed and fell into Huang Ya's arms, then sat up a second later.

Song Zhan was too lazy to even roll his eyes, and picked up Shen Wanjun, saying, "You guys continue guarding."

He wanted to sleep with his sweet and soft wife in his arms.

As soon as Song Zhan left, Huang Ya immediately sidled up to Song Juan.

He pulled her into his arms, wrapped his arms around her waist, and rested his chin on her shoulder.

He grumbled, "When are we getting married?"

Song Juan's face turned as red as an apple. "Be careful my brother doesn't see us."

Although Song Zhan has entered the house, there's no guarantee he won't suddenly come out.

She tried to push the person behind her, but couldn't.

She could only sigh and let him hold her.

Seeing that she was no longer resisting, Huang Ya took the opportunity to turn her face and kiss her rosy lips.

Song Juan felt weak all over from the kiss, but her mind remained on edge.

She glanced at Song Zhan's room every now and then, afraid that he might suddenly come out.

She remained there, being kissed by Huang Ya while he pressed her down on the sofa, occasionally tilting her head and pricking up her ears to watch the movements in the master bedroom.

As the New Year's bells were about to ring, Shen Wanjun was awakened from her sleep by Song Zhan.

She rubbed her eyes and asked, "What's wrong? Is it dawn?"