But as he was about to open the door, he turned back and said, "Sister, isn't he your uncle? How come he's marrying you? Forced marriage is unacceptable. In mainland China, this kind of bullying behavior is called 'Huang Shiren seizing the White-Haired Girl,' and it's condemned. If you have any grievances, just tell me..."
He still couldn't understand why Chen Rou kept calling him "uncle," but Nie Zhao became her husband. He wanted to ask her about it when he had some free time.
Chen Rou stopped and asked with a smile, "Then what about you, a hero who fought in the Vietnam War? Why did you go to the Philippines to work as a laborer for pirates? Why?"
They were both soldiers from the People's Liberation Army, comrades-in-arms, and could resonate with each other, but each carried their own mysteries and burdens that were difficult to share with one another. Song Yuanchao was stumped by Chen Rou's question, paused for a moment, and then reached out to push open the door: "Please come in!"
Nie Zhao woke up again after more than an hour, and as soon as he woke up, he insisted on seeing Chen Rou, probably because he had thought of something important to discuss with her.
This was a regular ward, and Chen Rou and Song Yuanchao each only wore a mask when they came in.
Song Yuanchao developed this habit in the army: whenever there were women, children, or the elderly around, he would stand in front of them. In the West, this behavior is called gentlemanly conduct, but in China, among the People's Liberation Army, it is called caring for the people.
He said, "Mr. Nie, your wife has arrived."
Nie Zhao was lying down, still looking sickly.
He wasn't blind; his eyes were open. Of course, he saw that his wife had arrived and was right behind Song Yuanchao.
He blinked, raised his hand again, and then gently stroked Song Yuanchao's suit.
It was a single-breasted, two-button formal suit.
This was the first time in Song Yuanchao's life that he had worn a Western suit, and he buttoned it up neatly and meticulously.
Nie Zhao gently stroked the suit jacket, then lightly twisted his long, slender, and fair fingers to deftly unbutton the bottom button. He then patted Song Yuanchao's belt, which, like the suit jacket, belonged to him, and said softly, "You, get out!"
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