Chapter 67 The Love-Obsessed Brother

Huang Ya stood up, opened the door, and asked, "What is it?"

Song Juan closed the door: "You have to keep what I'm about to tell you a secret."

One insisted on closing the door, while the other insisted on opening it. After a brief standoff, they each took a step back.

The door opened a crack.

Song Juan whispered, "I suspect my brother's brain has been corrupted by love."

Huang Ya was on edge, ready to flee at any moment, but he immediately breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this.

He closed the door himself, and decided that Song Juan's complaints about Song Zhan should not be overheard by outsiders.

He slumped in the chair, his hands behind his head, his legs comfortably resting on the table.

He said calmly, "I think so too."

Song Juan felt she had found a kindred spirit and began to talk endlessly about the absurd things Song Zhan had recently done.

“My brother seems to be writing diligently at the table every day, but he is actually writing letters.”

"Who are you writing to? Your sister-in-law?"

"Hmm, who else could it be but my sister-in-law?"

Huang Ya thought to himself, "Isn't there his family too? It seems like Song Zhan's family from his hometown really likes to write to him. He should at least reply to a few letters."

“Your brother and sister-in-law are really interesting,” Huang Ya said.

The young couple lives under the same roof and sleeps in the same bed, so why would they need to write letters?

What can't be said face-to-face, or in bed?

“Mainly because my brother… he’s a hopeless romantic.” Song Juan’s brain raced, and she finally found a suitable word.

Her sister-in-law always taught her not to be love-struck, but she felt that the term "love-struck" was most suitable for her brother.

"Haha, love-struck." Huang Ya agreed with this.

Indeed, whenever Song Zhan is around Shen Wanjun, his brain seems to automatically become less intelligent.

The brain can no longer process anything else, and it looks dull and dazed.

"The letters my brother writes every night are getting increasingly inappropriate," Song Juan complained.

Huang Ya burst into laughter, "How is it improper?"

He wasn't particularly interested in gossip; he was fine with either eating or not eating it.

But at this moment, he was very interested in the gossip about Song Zhan.

Song Juan thought for a moment, "I can't tell you, it's a family secret."

Huang Ya felt a little uncomfortable that she treated him like an outsider.

"Don't be so stingy. We've been through thick and thin together. Don't be so formal."

"Us? Comrades who have gone through life and death together?" Song Juan asked in confusion. How could they have gone through life and death together?

They've only known each other for a few days.

Huang Ya got up and poured her a glass of water: "We were almost robbed on the way yesterday. Isn't that what you call going through life and death together?"

Song Juan thought for a moment, "Does this make sense?"

Fine, whatever he says goes.

She took a step closer and lowered her voice, saying, "My brother wrote a love letter."

Huang Ya was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter. He laughed so hard that he fell off the chair and crashed to the ground.

Song Juan rushed to help him up, but Huang Ya waved his hand and got up and sat down again.

"Your brother... is truly a talent."

Huang Ya couldn't help but laugh at the thought of Song Zhan holding a pen with an air of aloofness, scratching his head as he wrote a love letter.

Song Juan did not reveal the contents of the love letter, and Huang Ya did not ask further.

Song Juan stood up and said, "I should go back now. Let's talk again next time..."

She just wanted to talk to someone, to talk about things she couldn't say to anyone else.

Song Juan believed that Huang Ya wouldn't gossip or tell others what she had said today.

Huang Ya also did not tell anyone his thoughts.

Song Zhan keeps his embarrassing moments to himself, only bringing them up to laugh when he's unhappy.

It was no secret in the compound that Shen Wanjun had bought a lot of honeycomb briquettes.

Many people gathered around to look, and Shen Wanjun couldn't very well refuse them entry, since they were all from the same courtyard, and it wouldn't do her any good to strain their relationship.

Gao Xiaoman said, "Our compound distributed honeycomb briquettes yesterday, but unfortunately you weren't home and didn't get any."

His tone was full of regret, and a hint of schadenfreude.

"That must have cost a lot of money, right? Comrade Shen still doesn't know how to manage money."

This is practically an open accusation that Shen Wanjun is a spendthrift.

"Comrade Shen may not know, but in our compound, no matter if it's raining knives or hail, the honeycomb briquettes will never run out."

Shen Wanjun was too lazy to argue with them, and it hadn't cost her much money anyway.

She has so much money in her online space; it's just sitting there unspent and an eyesore.

As always, Dang Xianghong spoke up for Shen Wanjun: "She bought it to use, and she's spending her husband's money, so you shouldn't worry about it."

The topic was dropped, and no one said anything more, silently waiting for Shen Wanjun to be proven wrong.

She seems nonchalant now, but let's see if she can still remain calm when the compound delivers honeycomb briquettes again in a few days.

Who can spend so much money and then act so nonchalantly?

Shen Wanjun doesn't care, but Song Zhan might say she doesn't know how to manage a household.

After discussing honeycomb briquettes, the group started talking about other things, chatting about this and that.

Shen Wanjun set up a table. Today, the sky was clear and the sun was shining. Tea was boiling on the stove, and everyone gathered around to chat and eat melon seeds.

Among today's onlookers was Hao Yan, who hadn't been seen in public for a long time.

If Political Commissar Hao hadn't brought her along, Shen Wanjun would definitely have chased her away immediately.

Annoying thing.

Today is Hao Yan's homecoming day after her marriage. Her hometown is too far away, so she chose to return to the military compound.

She got married from here, so how can this not be considered her maternal home?

Hao Yan married into Xiahe Village, which is very close to Zhong Chuchu's home.

At the wedding, the two hit it off immediately and chatted for a while before discovering that they had a common enemy—Shen Wanjun.

Zhong Chuchu asked her for a small favor, and Hao Yan readily agreed.

While everyone was chatting, Hao Yan quietly stuffed a stack of newspapers into the middle of the honeycomb briquettes.

Hao Yan didn't know what Zhong Chuchu could do with a stack of tattered newspapers, but she did it anyway.

A little voice inside her told her that Zhong Chuchu would definitely be able to bring Shen Wanjun down and ruin her reputation.

As everyone chatted, Hao Yan, abandoning her usual arrogant demeanor, took the initiative to put aside her airs and join the conversation.

She even offered to help Song Juan pour sweet tea.

Song Juan stepped back three meters: "Comrade Hao, I don't need your help."

She was afraid that Hao Yan might poison the tea. It wasn't that she was being petty; it was just that Hao Yan was capable of anything.

Song Juan felt that she looked like a bad person.

Hao Yan felt a little embarrassed. Political Commissar Hao pulled her down to sit and asked, "Is your husband good to you?"

She was angered by her younger sister and was determined to marry her off as soon as possible, even resorting to coercion and bribery.

But now that her younger sister is really married, she worries that Hao Yan is not doing well.

If she really doesn't live well, Political Commissar Hao will blame himself for the rest of his life.

The male teacher, who was standing aside idly kicking pebbles, looked up and pricked up his ears when he heard this.

He also wanted to hear Hao Yan's opinion.

He knew that Hao Yan hadn't initially been interested in him.

He still doesn't understand why she suddenly agreed and even asked to hold the wedding as soon as possible.

The man had his own ulterior motives when he married Hao Yan.

Hao Yan's sister is a political commissar, and her brother-in-law is a regimental commander. Getting him a job as a teacher in the compound should be a piece of cake.

The two had just gotten married, and the man planned to bring it up again after a while.