After hearing this, not only Su Wenzheng, but even Fu Haitang next to her looked at Jiang Yumen twice more.
The sister-in-law is defending her brother in front of Captain Su.
Realizing this, Fu Haitang bit her lip and smiled.
"You, you," Su Wenzheng tried not to laugh, "It's a good thing that Commander Zheng heard it."
The relationship between this couple is so good that it is visible to the naked eye.
It's good to live like this. As a former literary writer, she knows one thing very well: a good family relationship is the soil for the germination of literature. If life is happy, the desire to create will extend infinitely.
It's best for Jiang Yuman to be like this. Maybe she can write good scripts in the future. But she is just like Wen Xin, a flash in the pan.
Thinking of Wen Xin, the smile on Su Wenzheng's face faded.
She sat up straight and coughed lightly, "I have something else to tell you this time."
Jiang Yuman and Fu Haitang looked at her.
After organizing her words, Su Wenzheng started to speak, "Yesterday, I received a notice that Teacher Wenxin would be transferred to the literary troupe."
"Is she the screenwriter of the Jiaoyang Song and Dance Troupe?" Upon hearing this, Fu Haitang had a strange look on his face.
Before, they insisted on cooperating with the Jiaoyang Song and Dance Troupe, and now that the 22nd Division Literature Troupe has become famous, they shamelessly want to come over. Is this okay?
"According to the requirements, the literary troupe should have two screenwriters. But there is only one at the moment, so the association will let her come here to assist for three months."
Su Wenzheng explained carefully, "In the past three months, our group's performances will focus on "Hot Blood Youth", and she is just assisting with daily training."
After the extra-large military region performance, the 22nd Division Art Troupe and "Hot Blood Youth" have been closely connected.
Even if Wenxin knew the content of the training, other dance troupes would snatch the honor that belongs to them.
It’s just because of the previous “Liehuo” incident that everyone can’t help but feel uncomfortable.
"I understand." Jiang Yuman nodded.
Seeing her so calm, Su Wenzheng breathed a sigh of relief and talked about going to other troops for performances.
After staying in the office for half an hour, the aunt and sister-in-law came out.
"Sister-in-law, Wen Xin is coming to our literary troupe. Aren't you annoyed at all?" Fu Haitang said as soon as they went out.
Jiang Yuman reminded her, "I wrote "Hot Blooded Youth"."
With this sentence, Fu Haitang was stunned at first, and then he laughed.
"That being said," she muttered, "I don't think she's here for any good."
Jiang Yuman was silent. In the original plot, apart from describing how Wen Xin returned to the top with "Fire", no further words were spent on writing about this character.
But just from a few glances at the military competition, she could sense that he was mean and conceited.
Her specific purpose can only be known after the literary group arrives.
But in general, Jiang Yuman firmly believed that since she could beat Wen Xin once, she had the confidence to beat her twice, three times, and every time.
…
The next day, the training was over and as soon as it was disbanded, Fu Jingchen turned and left the training ground.
Looking at his hurried back, Ma Laosan widened his eyes and whispered, "Is that our dormitory? Is that the family compound?"
The dormitory and the family quarters are in two directions, but this is obviously the same road.
“It’s the family compound!”
The other people's eyes sparkled, "The captain has returned to the family compound... Could it be that my sister-in-law and sisters have returned?"
"It must be!" Fan Qiang said excitedly, "The team leader has been driving out these past two days, so he must have been brought back today! We've finally waited for it."
"I made it through. I made it through."
A group of men stretched out their hands and clenched their fists. If they were sweaty and smelly, they would hug each other in hatred.
The soldiers from other camps came over and asked, "What are you so happy about?"
Because Fu Jingchen was promoted to a higher rank, they were all his soldiers, and with the recent "shared hardships", the relationship between the Shenfeng Battalion and other battalions had made rapid progress.
We're close enough to joke around together.
Therefore, Fan Qiang and others did not hide anything and told them that the regiment commander's family had returned.
He said, "So the captain went back so early today. Have you ever finished training so early in the past few days?"
"That's right," the others suddenly realized, "I hope my sister-in-law will never leave the military area in the future."
The people in the Shenfeng Camp nodded in unison.
On the other side,
When Fu Jingchen returned to the courtyard, Jiang Yuman had already returned and was sitting at the table writing.
As soon as he saw it, he knew that his wife was thinking about the script, so he deliberately slowed down his steps.
But Jiang Yuman still heard the noise and turned around, "Are you back?"
Under the warm yellow kerosene lamp, she didn't know how long she had been thinking, her face was stained with a hint of fatigue.
Looking at her like this, there is a hint of tiredness between her bright eyes and brows, making her look beautiful and gentle.
Fu Jingchen took two steps forward and rubbed her temples. "Take a night's rest before thinking about it. Don't work so hard." His tone was distressed.
"It's okay, but you," Jiang Yuman closed her eyes, "After a day of training, you came back and gave me a massage. Where can I find someone so considerate?"
Fu Jingchen raised the corners of his mouth. After rubbing his temples, he pressed his shoulders and neck, controlling the strength perfectly.
When Jiang Yuman fell drowsy, he carried her to the bed and went out to fetch her some water.
If it was Fu Haitang who brought Fu Siyi over, he would even help take off his shoes.
But even without taking off his shoes, after Fu Jingchen came in, he tested the water temperature with his hand and washed his wife's feet.
Jiang Yuman propped herself up on the bed with both hands and watched Xiaoyi walk around the room in circles.
Since returning to the Nianzi Brigade, Xiaoyi’s favorite part every night is walking around the house to receive praise from his grandparents.
Unfortunately, Fu Wang and his mother were not there.
After walking two laps, Xiaoyi curiously came to his father again.
His bright black eyes were very focused. He looked at Fu Jingchen for a while, then at Jiang Yuman, and you could tell what he was thinking.
After a long time, he squatted down and put his hand into the basin.
"Hey——" Jiang Yuman hurriedly stopped him. She really wanted her son to serve her so early.
Having his father is enough.
It’s a pity that it’s still a step too late.
Fu Siyi clearly wanted to follow his father's example and reach out to water his mother's legs.
But he was small, so he held back his strength and raised his hand, splashing the water directly on the face of Jiang Yuman who was bending over to stop him.
Jiang Yuman: "...Fu, Si, Yi, do you want to be beaten?"
She wiped the water off her face, feeling angry and amused.
Hearing his mother calling his full name and seeing her face full of water, Fu Siyi instantly felt guilty. He put his hands behind his back, stood up awkwardly, and took two steps back.
Seeing how small he was, Jiang Yuman's heart softened again.
Looking down, Fu Jingchen's eyes were full of smiles, and he was obviously trying not to laugh.
"Funny, isn't it?"
Jiang Yuman narrowed her eyes slightly, "I beat the child, he is so young, I will pay for it myself!"
After that, she bent down and hugged Fu Jingchen, rubbing her face against him childishly.
The water only touched two people's faces, but it made all three of them smile.
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