When Song Yan was about to leave, her comrades in the army saluted her in unison, making her quite embarrassed.
This is their respect for military families.
Song Yan had always had a good impression of soldiers. He could sense their anxiety about Wei Aiguo's situation and their concern for his safety. This made Song Yan feel very good after completing his mission.
No matter what his feelings were, they couldn't change Song Yan's decision.
It was getting dark, but Song Yan wasn't in a hurry to go back. She rushed to the south of the city.
When Cao Zhang saw Xiao Mu arrive again, his heart skipped a beat. "Chu Shaowei has gotten himself into big trouble."
"Xiao Mu is here! There's some news. Several of Chu Shaowei's men suddenly moved out of their old, dilapidated warehouse. Chu Shaowei himself went back to his own home. He rarely goes home. He usually doesn't bring many people with him. Today, he brought Mu Liu." Cao Zhang looked at Xiao Mu cautiously, wondering what this young lady was up to.
"What time is it?" Song Yan asked. It was completely dark outside, and his parents must be worried since they hadn't seen him yet.
However, Chu Shaowei doesn't have many people around him, which presents an opportunity.
Song Yan finally made up his mind. "Tell me where Chu Shaowei lives?"
…
This was the first time Song Yan had done something like this, but she felt no remorse whatsoever.
After finishing his business, Song Yan took a bus straight to the factory hospital.
It was so late. Song's parents were frantic with worry because they hadn't seen Song Yan. They both suspected that the other man had done something to Song Yan.
It just so happens that my second aunt's husband came to visit Song's parents tonight. If he hadn't stopped them, the doctors and nurses wouldn't have been able to. They were about to go find Song Yan.
"My injury is on my head, it won't get in my way when I walk."
"I've been in the hospital for just as many days, and I'm almost fully recovered."
"You all wait here, I'll go see if Song Yan is back yet, okay?" Second Uncle said.
"I'm back." Song Yan guessed they would be anxious, but he didn't expect them to be this anxious.
"Where have you been, child?" Song's mother slapped her angrily. In the afternoon, someone from the factory came looking for Song Yan, asking her to pick up the cabbage and potatoes.
Song Yan wasn't at home or at the hospital; perhaps she was at the library or a bookstore.
When it was time to deliver the food, she still hadn't arrived. Mr. and Mrs. Song became anxious. They waited and waited, but she still didn't show up.
Song Yan thanked the doctor and nurses, and after they left, the family closed the ward door. "Look," Song Yan said, waving the keys in his hand. He needed to get the housing allocation sorted out quickly; he could use them as a shield.
Uncle reacted the fastest. "These are the house keys! Are they rented?"
The process of allocating housing requires paperwork, which can't be resolved in a few days! Besides, housing is in short supply right now, so it's not that easy to get one.
"This is the key to apartment 302 in unit 2 of building 3." Song Yan believed that his parents, as employees of the machinery factory, would know which apartment it was.
"This is the apartment building where the former deputy factory director lived." Sure enough, Mr. Song knew.
"From now on, you and Mom belong to each other! Aren't you surprised?" Song Yan's surprise was too big.
Not only Song's parents, but also his second aunt's husband had many questions for Song Yan. But Song Yan really didn't want to answer; he had experienced too much today.
"I've been busy all day, I need to go home and rest first." Song Yan's words put his parents at a loss for words.
“It’s so late, I’ll take the kids to school and then I’ll go home,” my second aunt’s husband offered.
On the way, Uncle Song was also curious about how Song Yan got the housing allocation, but he could tell that Song Yan didn't want to talk about it, so he talked about Aunt Song.
The hospital has been contacted, and the surgery will be scheduled soon. This is good news.
The atmosphere at the Song family home was rather tense. This afternoon, when the vegetables and potatoes were being distributed, Song Huaqing wanted to collect all of the family's portions. However, the person distributing the vegetables said that the leadership had instructed Song Huaren and Liu Damei to collect their own portions, or for his daughter to collect them. Song Cheng's portion wouldn't be given; they said to wait until he got out of the police station! The implication was, if he couldn't get out of the police station, what was the point of having vegetables?
Apart from Songcheng, there were only a few other families in the entire machinery factory who voluntarily gave up their eligibility to receive vegetables but still didn't have any.
Song Huaqing also heard that the factory had allocated a house to the second son.
Wei Chunxi completed all the formalities, and the news spread throughout the factory.
Housing is a very sensitive issue. Because there is a real housing shortage.
I heard that there is only one empty house in the factory. Could it be that the second son's family got that one?
Even if the second son's family can't move out of the courtyard and they separate from the family, it's as if they haven't separated at all. Similarly, even if the second son moves out of the courtyard but doesn't separate from the family, it's as if they have separated from the family.
Everyone understands this principle.
The second son hasn't moved out yet, and they won't let him touch his things.
Song Huaqing's family was not happy. Not only was it not a good deal, but it was also a bright and spacious building! They didn't have to squeeze into the outhouse in the morning.
And what about my son?! Is this a sign that Songcheng is doomed? He'll be fired from the factory and that's it.
Song Cheng's wife absentmindedly coaxed the child. She wasn't worried about Song Cheng's situation at the police station. Her in-laws would always find a way.
If we could live in an apartment building, we wouldn't have to live with them. We have to burn firewood in our own room every day… “Living in an apartment building is much more comfortable than a single-story house, isn't it? Uncle and Aunt are so lucky!”
This statement made everyone uncomfortable.
Grandma Song was also angry. No wonder the blind fortune teller said the second son was a debt collector, a jinx. She had never had a pleasant time with him. Now that he's all grown up, he's dreaming of separating from the family!
The old woman muttered through gritted teeth, "Once I'm better, I'll go to the blind fortune teller on Sitong Street to see how to ward off him." The front door was ajar, and Song Yan went in without them hearing a sound. The door to the house was also ajar, and a strong smell of Chinese medicine wafted out. It must have been left open to dissipate the smell.
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