Chen Shanhe: “…”

Originally, he didn't care about the pain of the wound, but he just didn't want to refuse Jiang Shiyue's kindness.

I didn't expect that taking the medicine would become a torture.

Rubbing alcohol over the wound inevitably caused some stinging. To Chen Shanhe, this little pain was nothing. What was unbearable was that Jiang Shiyue was afraid of hurting him so she gently rubbed the wound with a cotton swab, which caused a slight itch that was unbearable.

What made him even more uneasy was that Jiang Shiyue blew gently on his back.

Like a small brush brushing through his heart.

Very light and soft, and a little itchy.

"Let me do it myself!" Chen Shanhe turned around and tried to take the cotton swab from Jiang Shiyue's hand.

Jiang Shiyue glared at him and slapped his hand away, "Sit still! Don't move around, what if you touch the wound? How can you reach it if you don't have eyes on your back?"

This man is really tough. He acts like nothing happened even though he was injured like this.

If she was injured like this, she would definitely not get out of bed for a week.

If I get a scar, I'll be miserable for a month.

Chen Shanhe's face felt a little hot, but he didn't know how to explain it, so he could only turn around and accept this "torture" honestly.

All the tactile nerves in the body seemed to be concentrated on the back, following the movement of Jiang Shiyue's hands.

I could clearly feel the traces left by the cotton swab in her hand.

The gentle sigh seemed to be able to easily melt away the stinging pain caused by the alcohol.

He could also feel the cool ointment trickling down his back under her hands.

Chen Shanhe has been in the army for eight years. He has suffered injuries more serious than this time, but he has never been treated like this.

I didn’t think it was a big deal before, everyone went through this.

But being treated so carefully by Jiang Shiyue, my heart felt not only warm but also a bit bitter.

It feels a bit like grievance.

It’s like a child who gets hurt in a fight outside. He doesn’t feel anything at first, but when he gets home and is comforted by his parents, he feels like he’s been bullied and wronged.

It felt like a second and a century before Jiang Shiyue put away the cotton swab.

Chen Shanhe breathed a sigh of relief imperceptibly and relaxed his tense shoulders.

Jiang Shiyue put away the remaining cotton swabs and ointment, and said at the same time: "Thank you! I owe you again."

Chen Shanhe put on his Shanghai Soul shirt again and shook his head, "It's my duty. There's no need to be so polite between you and me."

He suddenly inexplicably disliked Jiang Shiyue's distant attitude and didn't want to listen to her anymore. "Let's go?"

******

When the family of three arrived at the compound square, it was already full of people.

The army is a place where rules are followed.

The entire square was divided into areas according to the regiments, and there were three regiments in the compound.

Chen Shanhe and his group were located right in the middle of the square.

The battalions are arranged in order from left to right under the regiment.

Under the battalion is the company, under the company is the squad, and under the squad is the platoon.

Each small unit quickly gathered and dispersed according to the rules and sat in their own seats.

Thousands of people from the entire compound sat in the square without any disorder.

Family members were not in the team and were given a separate area.

Officers and soldiers with their families can leave the main force and sit with their families.

Jiang Shiyue's table was full of acquaintances: she brought Yangyang, Mengmeng's mother brought Mengmeng, and there were Wang Hong and Wang Ying. The remaining seats were reserved for Chen Shanhe and the others.

Yao Tengfei and his friends were not from the compound, but they were not family members either. They sat at a separate table, right between the family members and the officers and soldiers.

The tall and thin man next to Yao Tengfei snorted, "They're the only ones having a dinner party?"

The particularly dark-skinned young man on Yao Tengfei's right also spoke up, "Shall we sit together and eat steamed bread?"

Yao Tengfei raised his hand and patted each of them on the back of the head. "Wu Guoren, Sun Fugui, how dare you two talk like that?! A beggar complains about bad food, right?"

The dark-skinned Sun Fugui touched the back of his head and curled his lips. "I'm not wrong! How can the food here compare to ours? Our standard daily food allowance is 3.5 yuan. They only have 30 or 40 cents per person per day. 20 yuan is enough for a whole company to eat for a day. How can we spend so much on a dinner party?"

The tall and thin Wu Guoren nodded in agreement: "Exactly. I doubt we can eat enough tonight. Oh! We are so used to eating egg snacks, so this steamed bread is really hard to swallow."

Yao Tengfei snorted, "You two are the only ones who are bothering me! Chen Shanhe is also a pilot, and he's been here for over three years, hasn't he?"

Jiang Shiyue happened to be sitting at a table next to Yao Tengfei and the others, and she heard their entire conversation.

Mengmeng's mother was also sitting at the table. She patted Jiang Shiyue's arm and asked, "What do these people do? Why do they seem to have a grudge against Chen Ying?"

Jiang Shiyue shook her head, she felt the same way.

But, I don’t know anything.

The original owner did not have these people in his memory.

Did he imply that they were from Chen Shanhe's previous workplace?!

Wang Hong curled her lips. "What's so great about being a pilot? He acts like he's worth two and a half million."

Jiang Shiyue thought, that’s pretty amazing.

Not to mention now, even in a few decades there will be only one pilot in ten thousand.

Moreover, it was 1978, and there was no civil aviation. Pilots were chosen from among millions of people.

Wang Ying obviously agreed, nodding. "Their average food allowance is 3.5 yuan a day, while our officers and soldiers only get 3.5 yuan a day. Just looking at this, you can see how big the gap is."

Jiang Shiyue and the others could hear Yao Tengfei and the others talking, and Yao Tengfei and the others could naturally hear Jiang Shiyue and the others talking.

"Sister-in-law." Yao Tengfei turned around and called out to Jiang Shiyue, "Come visit our compound someday and have a taste of our pilots' meals!

If the food is good, you can persuade Chen Shanhe to stop being a coward and give me a real fight. If he beats me, I will help him get back into the flying squadron.

Jiang Shiyue sat across the table from Yao Tengfei. Upon hearing this, her eyes widened in mock surprise. "Are your standards for recruiting pilots so low? Just meet the physical requirements? Don't care if the brains are sharp or not?"

Yao Tengfei didn't react for a moment, "What do you mean?"

Wu Guoren reminded him, "Captain, she called you brainless!"

My deskmates Wang Hong and Wang Yingying couldn't help laughing out loud.

Yao Tengfei's face darkened. "Sister-in-law, I respect you as a military wife and have always been kind to you. But you've been rude and scolded me time and again?! If you're as ungrateful as Chen Shanhe, don't blame me for getting angry."

"Huh?" Jiang Shiyue asked in confusion. "You constantly slander my lover, and you expect me to be nice to you? Why do you want to pursue me just because I'm pretty?" She looked terrified. "Do you want to be expelled from the army?"

Yao Tengfei: “…”

He squeezed out word by word from between his teeth, "Who the hell is interested in you!"

She is beautiful, yes, but she is also narcissistic enough.