Mrs. Xiao said to An Hua, "The eldest couple are just like this, very petty." As she said this, she wanted to hold An Hua's arm to show affection, but An Hua dodged her move without a word.

She could see that Xiao Zheng had no friendship with this so-called second brother.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Tiechui did not ask Xiao Zheng to do anything. Seeing that it was getting late, he took his family and left.

Xiao Zheng drank a few glasses of wine and sat there in a daze.

Xiao Mancang looked at him from the side, with guilt in his eyes.

An Hua stepped forward and patted his shoulder, "Drunk?"

Xiao Zheng shook his head, "No."

He can drink a lot, there's no way he'd get drunk after just a few glasses.

That means you have intention.

An Hua didn't rush to ask him.

The house where Xiao Mancang and Xiao Fangfang lived was not very small, just three adobe rooms, but it was very clean. Xiao Fangfang even cleaned one of the rooms and replaced the sheets, quilts and pillows with clean ones.

Xiao Fangfang wrote something on the newspaper and showed it to An Hua.

"Clean and flea-free."

An Hua asked her, "Can you write? Have you ever been to school?"

Xiao Fangfang also wrote: "My father sent me to primary school for two years. I can't speak, so I can't be a blind man anymore."

An Hua gave Xiao Fangfang a thumbs up and said, "Your handwriting is very neat, better than your third brother's."

Xiao Fangfang smiled and wrote: "I practice every day."

An Hua praised: "Then you are very hardworking, better than your third brother."

Xiao Fangfang couldn't hold it in any longer, she smiled with her teeth showing, made a gesture, and left.

After a while, Xiao Fangfang boiled some hot water and asked them to wash their feet.

After she finished washing and lay down on the bed, An Hua smelled the quilt that smelled like sunbathing, and finally sighed in comfort.

Dongdong was so tired that he fell asleep as soon as he hit the bed.

Xiao Zheng, on the other hand, stared at the old beams with his big eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

An Huan leaned over to him, and he took the opportunity to embrace her.

"What are you thinking about?"

Xiao Zheng was silent for a while before he said, "I wonder what I would be like now if I hadn't joined the army."

An Hua: "I think he will have a lot of children with Miss Cuihua, and then live a life of working from sunrise to sunset."

Xiao Zheng: "...Who is Cuihua?"

An Hua: "Just think of it as a kind of literary meaning. It doesn't matter who it is. It could be your childhood sweetheart, or a girl from the next village introduced by a matchmaker."

Xiao Zheng: "I don't have a childhood sweetheart."

An Hua: "...This is not important."

Xiao Zheng turned over and hovered above An Hua, his eyes burning, "I didn't feel that before, but now I'm very glad that I chose this path back then, otherwise I might not meet you in my whole life, no, in my next life."

An Hua nodded in agreement, "That's true."

"So," Xiao Zheng kissed An Hua on the mouth, "I have to thank God for his arrangement."

What An Hua was more curious about was, "There must be some inside story about your joining the army back then, right? Logically speaking, even if the family was too poor and needed their children to earn a living on the battlefield, it should be the older ones, right? You were only ten years old at the time."

Xiao Zheng said nothing and lay back down.

Seeing that he didn't want to talk, An Hua didn't plan to ask any more questions, but he suddenly said, "Yes, Dad originally said that the eldest brother or the second brother would take the responsibility, but in the end it fell on me."