The next day, Lin Wanxun heard from the military wives that Tang Qian had returned to her hometown with her boyfriend.

Lin Wanshun listened to it but didn't care anymore because she was in a hurry to make clothes for her baby.

After cutting off the fabric that was not cut yesterday, she began to sew the clothes.

Even though she didn't have a sewing machine, she was already very good at sewing clothes. Now that she has one, she is even faster.

The main part of making clothes is making the pattern, which is quite time-consuming. After cutting, sewing does not take much time.

But for Lin Wanchun, making a pattern is not a big deal.

Whatever style she wants to make, she can just think about it and draw it directly.

Fold the edge of the cloth twice, put it on the sewing machine, and with a flick of the hand and a step of the foot, neat threads will appear on the cloth with a clicking sound.

And Xiao Miaomiao, who was still clinging to her last night, finished her meal early and went to play with the children in the compound.

Qin Yan had just finished his breakfast and went out. The whole room was so quiet that the only sound was the sound of the sewing machine.

Lin Wanxuan was sewing clothes when she suddenly heard shouting from above her head.

"Is this Comrade Wan-chun?"

It’s He Wenzhu!

What did she come to see me for?

Lin Wanchun felt a little strange, but she still put down her clothes and walked out.

"Where am I? Sister He, why are you here?"

He Wenzhu was holding a bag in her hand, smiling a little embarrassedly, "I heard that you have a sewing machine at home, so I wanted to buy some, so I came here shamelessly. Do you want to use your sewing machine now?"

It turned out that he was borrowing a sewing machine.

Ever since He Wenzhu changed, Lin Wanxun would greet her whenever she met her at her home.

Although it's not that warm, at least we are not strangers like before.

When her mother came to borrow a sewing machine from her husband, she naturally agreed.

"I happen to be sewing too, but I have to stuff cotton in now, so you can use it first if you want to stop sewing."

As she spoke, she invited him into the house.

"Thank you in advance, Comrade Wanchun."

He Wenzhu's hair was still neatly tied up in a bun. At first glance, it seemed no different from before, but her whole look had an indescribable sophistication and elegance.

Lin Wanshun took the clothes off the sewing machine and asked her to sit down.

He Wenzhu thanked her politely again and sat down on the stool lightly.

Just like the impression she gave me these days, her sitting posture was dignified and elegant even when she was sewing clothes.

The clothes she was holding seemed to be made for Qiu Tingting.

The color looks very bright and the style is very classic. It is a style that will not go out of style in another ten years.

It seemed that He Wenzhu was not very good at using this sewing machine. Lin Wanchun was about to step forward to give her some instructions, but she fiddled with it for a moment and soon began to use it flexibly.

Lin Wanchun: ...

"Tingting and I are going back to Ning City next week. It should be snowing there. I'm afraid she'll be cold when she goes back, so I thought of making two sets of clothes for her first."

It saves me from having to go back and buy it again, which would be such a hassle.

He Wenzhu explained to Lin Wanchun while sewing clothes.

Her family had already known that she was going back to Ning City.

But the military wives all thought that she had a broken personality and would stay here for the examination until she recovered.

Who would have thought that she would be leaving next week?

But this didn't have much to do with her, so Lin Wanchun just chatted with her politely.

He Wenzhu didn't mind and continued to sew clothes while chatting with her.

Just chatting, somehow we ended up talking about the Anti-Japanese War.

"You said, the Japanese have such powerful ships and artillery, how can they surrender just like that?"

Although her soul has always existed in her body, He Wenzhu is not serious about studying. Although she has graduated from junior high school, she does not know many things in history.

Seeing that she didn't seem to be asking casually, Lin Wanshun's mind moved.

However, she did not dare to comment on history and only reviewed some important battles for her.

Especially the classic Battle of Four Crossings of the Chishui River, which made He Wenzhu's eyes light up!

But after the excitement, her face looked a little lonely.

“What a shame…”

She was unable to witness such a great battle.

She didn't even survive the full-scale war of resistance and died early.

"What a pity?"

Lin Wanxun did not miss the regret in her eyes. Combined with her behavior and words that sounded like that of a young lady from a wealthy family, she had an inexplicable suspicion in her heart.

He Wenzhu shook her head, and then, half-jokingly, said, "It's a pity that I wasn't born twenty years earlier, otherwise, I could have killed a few devils myself."

This was probably the biggest regret in her life.

But fortunately the intelligence was delivered in time, so her death was not without value.

Hearing this, Lin Wanshu's doubts were somewhat confirmed.

During the turbulent times, many awakened comrades, despite their privileged backgrounds, threw themselves into the war of resistance without hesitation.

The first generation of pilots, who were almost wiped out, were mostly from prominent families.

If the He Wenzhu in front of me is really what I think she is, then she deserves my admiration.

However, Lin Wanchun did not test anything, but encouraged: "The responsibility of life in this era is also not small. The country has just been established and there are many things to be rebuilt. There are many places that need us to build."

It was unknown what struck He Wenzhu about these words. She was originally a little regretful, but soon she cheered up.

"Comrade Wanchun, you are right! Building the country is equally important!"

They won!

She was lucky enough to have witnessed it all with her memory.

But she had many companions who fell before they could see the day of victory.

He Wenzhu wanted to take back her body, but she was not sure whether the "He Wenzhu" in her body would take control of her body again.

Therefore, these days, she just lived her life casually, as if she was just a lonely soul wandering in this world and had no deep feelings for this world.

At this moment, after hearing Lin Wanchun talk about their great war of resistance, He Wenzhu's wandering soul seemed to have finally landed, and the blood in her body began to burn again.

Only by building a new China can we live up to our former selves who risked their lives for it.

"Thank you, Comrade Wanchun."

He Wenzhu said solemnly.

Looking at her unpredictable expression, Lin Wanchun was already about 70% certain that the person in front of her might be a senior from the Anti-Japanese War era.

I don't know how she got here.

Where did the original "He Wenzhu" go?

If Sun Haidao's identity wasn't so sensitive, Lin Wanchun really wanted to call him and ask what was going on.

He Wenzhu had only come over to sew the stitches, so it didn't take much time at all. She had finished sewing it in a short while.

However, after sewing it, she did not leave immediately, but took out a box from her bag.

"Comrade Wanshun, I have offended you in the past, but luckily you didn't hold it against me. This is a bookmark I made myself, it's not something expensive, I hope you don't mind it."