"She said she hadn't knitted it yet, so she sent it to me specially."
Mrs. Zhuo has been obsessed with work recently. Knitting a scarf is simple and takes up a lot of time. Since she and Jiang Yuman get along well, she also wants a share.
Reciprocity is the norm. The next day, Jiang Yuman had nothing to do, so she brought some fruits to Zhuo's house to chat with Zhuo's wife.
"Why didn't you bring Xiaoyi with you?" When opening the door, Mrs. Zhuo looked at her several times behind her.
Seeing that Xiaoyi didn't follow, his expression was obviously disappointed.
Although Fu Siyi is naughty, he is also cute and smart, and Mrs. Zhuo really likes him.
"I need my own social life, too," Jiang Yuman joked. "Why would I carry this little burden around with me every day?"
Mrs. Zhuo laughed along, and the two of them walked in together. Youyou, who was sitting on the solid wood sofa, saw her and called out in a baby voice, "Auntie Manman."
"You're so good," Jiang Yuman rubbed her furry head. "Have you been listening to your mother recently?"
Youyou nodded, indicating that she had always been very well behaved.
Mrs. Zhuo said, "She is much more obedient than her two brothers. At least she won't make me angry for no reason. Otherwise, I would be too busy to handle it all by myself."
Although the work in the administrative office is not busy, there are fixed working hours, and I can only relax a little during vacations.
Jiang Yuman frowned, "The child isn't just yours. Let Brother Zhuo come back early to help take care of it."
"He can't manage any of the children, big or small," Mrs. Zhuo said, feeling exhausted. "Besides, he's been busy lately."
As he spoke, he looked at Jiang Yuman with some envy, "You're really smart. People say that women who know how to speak freely have the best lives. I envy your freedom."
Jiang Yuman can devote herself to her own affairs, just like today, when she came to see him without bringing her child, just like an unmarried woman.
As for her, she had been responsible for the child since birth. In order not to disturb Zhuo Yunqi's work the next day, the couple always slept in separate rooms when the child made noises at night.
"It's just that our focus is different. It will be fine when the child grows up." Jiang Yuman comforted her.
Mrs. Zhuo smiled faintly, probably because she felt it was still early.
After not seeing her for a few days, she seemed even more haggard... Jiang Yuman sighed. It was true that the Ministry of Foreign Affairs had been very busy recently, but Brother Zhuo was not busy with only important matters.
Give a peach in return for Qiong Yao, Zhuo Dasao always thinks about her, so she shouldn't help her outsider hide this kind of thing from her. But as an outsider, she was thinking about which entry point to start with.
"Yuman." Mrs. Zhuo's voice brought her back to her senses.
He looked as if he wanted to say something but hesitated, yet his eyes flickered with determination, as if he had made some kind of resolution.
"What's wrong?" Jiang Yuman came back to her senses and raised her head. "I was just thinking about something. Sister-in-law, what do you want to say?"
Mrs. Zhuo hesitated for a moment. "Haven't you been going to rehearsals with Gao Fei often these days? Have you seen Yunqi with anyone else?"
After hearing this, Jiang Yuman understood that Mrs. Zhuo must have discovered something.
Sure enough, there is no woman in marriage who cannot notice the changes in her partner.
"Yes," Jiang Yuman said, since Mrs. Zhuo had asked, she didn't need to worry about how to explain it. "I've seen it twice."
She recounted the time she saw the lipstick on the side of her neck and the time she smelled perfume on the car.
Out of rigor, Jiang Yuman finally said, "But I didn't see them together. It was just the lipstick and perfume. They could be connected to An Xiaoneng."
Mrs. Zhuo sat next to her, looking at her daughter playing with things beside her, wondering what she was thinking.
"I've noticed something's wrong with him lately. Anyway, Yuman, thank you for telling me." After an unknown amount of time, she finally spoke.
When you marry into a family like this, your every word and action represents more than just yourself. Even if outsiders find out something, they may not dare to say anything for the sake of your husband's family.
He would only laugh at her behind her back, and she would only be able to get a glimpse of the truth when the rumors were all over the place.
It's good like this now, it's not too late to know.
…
After leaving Zhuo's house, Jiang Yuman felt sorry for Zhuo's wife, but also felt like a burden had been lifted off her heart, and she felt much more relaxed.
I just don’t know how Mrs. Zhuo will deal with this matter.
But soon she had no time to think about it, because the commendation for the performance of the 22nd Division Art Troupe was sent to the General Political Department.
Upon hearing the news, Jiang Yuman rushed to the General Political Department. When she arrived, the office was packed with female soldiers.
Someone saw her and called out, "Teacher Yuman is here."
All of them turned around at once and swarmed over. Many pairs of hands came over and hugged her until she couldn't breathe.
"Teacher Yuman, we won the award, and the National Opera and Dance Theater also collected the original script, music score, composer and screenwriter manuscripts of "Dawn"!"
The dream of every literary troupe was realized by the 22nd Division Literary Troupe.
Both the female soldiers and the regiment commanders were unable to conceal their excitement.
Seeing Teacher Yuman and the troupe leader all there, everyone's eyes were red as they recalled how they were looked down upon by others in the beginning, but eventually became the first art troupe in the Southwest Military Region to receive this honor.
"Such a good thing, everyone should be happy." Su Wenzheng clapped her hands and signaled everyone to look at her.
"Since Jiang Yuman became the screenwriter of the 22nd Division Art Troupe, our art troupe has made a qualitative leap, which I believe everyone can see."
All the female soldiers applauded, and looking at their eyes full of recognition and trust, Jiang Yuman's eyes became moist.
"Teacher Yuman," Wei Qing said reluctantly, "Are you not going back to the 22nd Division with me this time? Will you no longer be a screenwriter for our literary troupe?"
This was also the topic that the other female soldiers were most concerned about, and they all looked at Jiang Yuman.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Jiang Yuman smiled faintly, "No matter where I am, I have always been the screenwriter of the 22nd Division's Cultural Troupe."
In the office, the cheers of the female soldiers could be heard from far away.
During break time, watching the female soldiers walk into the dormitory, Su Wenzheng felt a little regretful. "I had hoped to see 'Dawn' performed on the diplomatic stage, so that, like 'Revolutionary Female Militia', the National Theatre could establish an archive to collect historical materials and performance records of the play."
That is a truly great achievement.
"Captain, you didn't think this way before." Jiang Yuman raised an eyebrow and said sarcastically, "Back then, we just hoped to win the qualification to perform in the military district competition."
As soon as these words were spoken, Zhuang Wanbai, Yang Yun and several others laughed.
"Yes," Su Wenzheng sighed, "We are all so unsatisfied. We have reached this height without realizing it."
She looked at Jiang Yuman seriously, "But with you here, we will definitely have such opportunities in the future."
Jiang Yuman discovered that she could withstand the ridicule and contempt of others, but she could not remain calm when faced with true affirmation and appreciation.
Because Su Wenzheng and others were leaving tomorrow, they talked for a long time before Jiang Yuman went home.
When she reached the gate of the West District compound, she ran into an unexpected person.
——An Xiao.
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