The strawberry is as big as a baby's fist, with a beautiful red top, delicate and lovely, translucent and full, exuding a sweet scent. When you take a bite, it is sweet and the red juice is almost overflowing.

She made the leftovers into dried strawberries and strawberry jam.

Other things include persimmons made into persimmon cakes, apricots made into apricot preserves, grapes made into wine, and peaches made into dried peaches...

As she picked the fruits, Dan followed her with the basket in its mouth. When it was full, it would carry it into the house and then pick up an empty basket from the ground.

Bai Yu... Bai Yu only knew how to get into the chicken coop to catch chickens, and finally got pecked by the big rooster.

In a blink of an eye, we arrived at Day 1.

The street office broadcast two notices, one on January 1 and the other on National Day last year, with special supplies of two ounces of sesame oil and half a pound of chicken, duck or goose meat, which could still be purchased with a certificate.

To celebrate the New Year, all parks in Nanjing that do not have tickets are free on this day, and various parks will hold garden activities.

She heard from Mrs. Xu that several large parks had closed their doors two days ago to build stages, decorate flower beds, and hang colorful flags, making the entire park colorful and bustling.

Even various government agencies, schools, and neighborhood committees would organize groups of people to participate in the garden party, and the children in Yancun Lane were all looking forward to playing there.

In short, Pei Manning, who had been staying at home for several days, felt the excitement.

"Comrade Pei, are you home?" Hearing the knock on the door, Pei Manning paused, opened the door, and saw Song Hongjun's delicate face.

Maybe because he had just run, Song Hongjun's breathing was not even and his chest was heaving a little.

It was rare to see Song Hongjun so anxious, Pei Manning looked at him puzzledly: "What's wrong? Comrade Song, what do you want to talk to me about?"

Because of Grandpa Song's relationship, Pei Manning and Song Hongjun gradually became familiar with each other.

Song Hongjun is a shy person, usually very gentle, and does things slowly and methodically, with a leisurely temperament.

He usually does things and speaks slowly and steadily, and rarely rushes like this.

Seeing her, Song Hongjun's brows finally relaxed and he breathed a sigh of relief.

When Song Hongjun went to mail the letter, he heard from the postman who often delivered letters to Pei Manning that he had come to deliver letters and remittance slips to Pei Manning for three consecutive afternoons, and found that the door was always closed.

At this time, public security is very good. As long as there is no one at home, the courtyard door is almost never locked. If you see someone's door is closed, it means the owner is closed.

The postman didn't shout, but carried his bag and rode his bicycle to another house.

Song Hongjun and Pei Manning often mailed letters at the post office. Sometimes they met and talked for a while. The staff at the post office also became familiar with them. When they saw Song Hongjun, they casually asked him if Pei Manning had not been at home recently.

Song Hongjun had no idea what was going on, and came over to check on Pei Manning, wondering what had happened.

After listening to Song Hongjun's purpose, Pei Manning remembered that it was time for the publishing house to transfer money to her.

These days, she would open the gate in the morning to sprinkle some water on the seeds in the yard, and after lunch, she would close the gate in the afternoon to go into the field. I guess she just missed it.

"I took a nap with the door closed and slept a little late." Pei Manning pushed the door and made an excuse a little awkwardly.

Song Hongjun didn't expect this to be the case. It turns out that Comrade Pei would also be lazy and sleepy?

Suddenly I discovered that Comrade Pei has such a loving side?

There was a faint smile in Song Hongjun's eyes.

He had something else to do, so he just stood at the door, said a few words to Pei Manning, and then left.

"By the way, Comrade Pei, do you have anything to do?" Before leaving, Song Hongjun asked, as if he remembered something.

Pei Manning hesitated for a moment and said, "I heard that big parks will hold garden parties in the next few years. I want to go and see them."

She was a little curious about how various festivals were celebrated around the world. She had never been to a park before, so she decided to go and see for herself.

Song Hongjun thought for a moment and said with a smile: "Okay, Comrade Pei, goodbye."

…

This is an air force base.

"Brother Chen, you...why are you not wearing your military uniform?" Jiang Ye knocked on the door and as soon as he walked in, he saw Han Jingchen standing there tall and straight, rolling up his sleeves.

A straight figure, simple clothes, handsome features, and an abstinent temperament.

He is about 1.80 meters tall, and white shirts look a bit loose and empty on others, but they fit him very well, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist.

Although the clothes are simple, there is an indescribable feeling.

Just looking at it, he felt very energetic.

Tsk, what the hell, why is Brother Chen dressed so ostentatiously?

First, not only schools, factories, and government agencies will have holidays, but the troops will also have holidays. However, everyone will only rest in the barracks, with an additional limit based on proportion.

In the past few years, they gave up their first foreign language quota to others, and this year, it was finally their turn.

However, the scope of the outbound mission is still limited to areas within 100 kilometers of the station, as well as prefecture-level cities near the station.

Jiang Ye glanced at Han Jingchen several times.

Don't mention it, he always thought that Brother Shen looked better in military uniform than others, that's because he has a good body proportion, broad shoulders, narrow waist and long legs. Even when wearing the same military uniform, he looks taller than others.

Well, I finally had to admit that it was mainly a face problem.

If you have a pretty face, you will look good in anything you wear.

Han Jingchen rolled up his sleeves, frowned slightly, and glanced at him: "What? Is there a problem?"

Jiang Ye shook his head: "No problem, no problem."