Before the New Year, I was busy cleaning, cooking delicious food, and making many other preparations. But after New Year's Eve, everything suddenly became leisurely, and I could relax and enjoy the rest of the days.
There are many rules in the first year of junior high school, such as not sweeping the floor, not taking out the trash, and not pouring out dirty water. No one talks about these things; everyone quietly follows them.
In the second year of junior high school, people start visiting relatives. Wives go back to their parents' homes or visit each other's close friends.
Song Yan took Wei Ping and Wei An to visit each other's homes. Neighbors didn't need to give the children red envelopes; a handful of melon seeds and a piece of candy were enough. Melon seeds were plentiful in the countryside; scattering a few dozen seeds around the edge of a garden would be enough to eat by the autumn harvest.
Chang Xiaohu and Jiang Xiaoxiao stayed with Aunt Wei at home. Visitors all remarked that Aunt Wei had gained another son and daughter. Aunt Wei happily accepted all the compliments.
Seeing her mother-in-law's beaming smile, Song Yan was happy too. It's often said that in ancient times, a woman's mother-in-law was more important than her husband when it came to marriage. Song Yan had experienced this firsthand; if she were constantly causing trouble, life certainly wouldn't be so leisurely. She would definitely have dumped them all.
Song Yan's evaluation of her mother-in-law: A Buddhist-like old lady.
That evening, Song Yan secretly went to see Lao Han and the others.
Song Yan has been very busy these days and hasn't had time to let them check how well he's learning. They decided to give Song Yan a good test tonight.
"It's the Lunar New Year, shouldn't we be resting?" Song Yan muttered, but her protest was ineffective.
Memorizing prescriptions and reading medical books are almost daily routines for Song Yan.
My English is alright, I guess, I have a good foundation from before?
Song Yan, whom Lao Zeng and Lao Du were teaching, never slacked off...
The teachers were fairly satisfied with Song Yan, and Song Yan, beaming with pride, chatted with the older colleagues.
Old Liao recounted her story of killing the wolf pack, saying she was too reckless, since her understanding of guns was purely theoretical. What kind of person only knows theory? That's like Zhao Kuo, someone who only talks the talk but doesn't walk the walk. She rashly put it into practice; it was far too dangerous.
Old Han recalled the time she had given Sister-in-law Cheng the medicine. Last time it was a matter of life and death; this time it was a matter of her own life. How come she hadn't noticed before how bold and reckless Song Yan could be?
Old Zeng spoke up, "You are truly a gifted person. I have led countless soldiers, but none of them are as intelligent as you. The fatal wounds of those three wolves were all between their eyebrows."
Song Yan still felt guilty after hearing this. She had cheated to get here.
"You've had the gun for so long, shouldn't you give it back to me?" Old Zeng asked.
Song Yan stood there, stunned. One of the guns wasn't coming back; how was he going to explain it to Old Zeng?
"Go and get the gun!" Old Zeng was very serious; when he was silent and not smiling, he exuded a lot of pressure.
"What's wrong? Why aren't you going to get it?" Old Du found it strange; Song Yan wasn't usually the type to be coy!
"Okay, I'll go right now." Song Yan returned to her room and sat for a while. She knew the gun issue couldn't be delayed any longer...
"How come it was only one round?" Old Zeng asked.
"The other one is lost," Song Yan said, forcing himself to speak.
"What did you say? Lost? Where did you lose it?" Old Zeng's voice not only rose, but his face also changed.
"I... I went for a walk near the edge of the woods, intending to hunt rabbits. When I came back, I found my gun was gone. I went back to look for it, but I couldn't find it." This was a story Song Yan had rehearsed a thousand times. Could she really admit that she had taken the gun to J City and used it to kill the criminals?
If you did tell them, how did you hide the gun along the way? And why did you carry a gun in the first place? What if the gun was discovered?
The gun was hidden in the spatial storage, so no one could find it. There was no way Song Yan would reveal this!
Aside from what he used openly, Song Yan kept everything else in his spatial storage. Guns were, of course, stored there too.
The gun fell into the hands of the police, and Song Yan never saw it again. There was no way he could get it back. At the time, the entire police station was on high alert, and the area where the firearms were stored was likely a top priority. If Song Yan were to try and steal the gun from the police station, it would be tantamount to gambling with his life!
Song Yan was extremely surprised when she first saw Lao Zeng with the gun; a gun isn't just some random toy. Lao Zeng repeatedly emphasized that the gun's serial number had been completely erased, making it impossible for anyone to trace its origin. If it weren't for that, she would have risked her life to get the gun back.
That was selfish of her. She didn't think it was worth risking her life to get a gun whose provenance was unknown.
“If I don’t ask you, you still won’t tell me, right?” Old Zeng asked.
Song Yan lowered her head and remained silent. This was the first time she had ever borrowed something and not returned it. If something she borrowed got lost or broken, she could buy a replacement or compensate for it. But she couldn't afford to compensate for Lao Zeng's things.
Old Du: "The serial number on that gun has been completely worn off, and there are no obvious distinguishing features. Even if someone picked it up, we wouldn't be able to find out anything."
"I was betrayed by my old subordinates. And yet I'm still so careless." Old Zeng suddenly felt tired. The events of that year resurfaced in his mind.
“I would never betray you,” Song Yan said immediately.
"Go back! If you want to come again, go to them, not me." Old Zeng closed his eyes slightly, no longer looking at Song Yan.
Old Han and Old Liao were getting anxious. Seeing how upset Song Yan looked, couldn't Old Zeng just give in a little?
"I understand." Song Yan had expected Lao Zeng to be angry, but he hadn't anticipated that Lao Zeng would actually consider severing ties. He was the one who made the mistake, and there was no way to resolve the matter.
Song Yan stopped at the door. "Old Zeng, I lost your things. I should apologize. I never shirk responsibility when I lose someone else's things; I'll compensate them. But I can't compensate for this. I'm really sorry! I..." Song Yan wanted to tell the truth. But how could he explain the purpose and process of bringing the gun to J City? It was a gun; who would believe it if he said there was no purpose? And the process? The process was even more unbelievable.
Song Yan left, and Lao Zeng didn't say anything.
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