There are buses running between the military camp where Wei Aiguo lives and the military hospital, which passes through a military dog base and the city.
Song Yan pushed Wei Aiguo in a wheelchair to the station, where they were just waiting for the first bus of the day under a sign...
Because Wei Aiguo is a soldier, many people offered to help him when he got on and off the bus.
To be honest, Song Yan felt very warm inside. People in this era are truly more down-to-earth…
Director Qiao looked at the X-ray and exclaimed repeatedly, "How did it heal so well? And in such a short time? Comrade Song Yan, you are amazing!"
Song Yan listened with a smile.
Director Qiao removed the cast from Wei Aiguo's leg.
Wei Aiguo felt it was a bit unreal; could he really walk like that?
Director Qiao gave him a cane, saying, "Actually, you don't need the cane. But it will help you in the first few days."
Wei Aiguo tentatively took two slow steps, his legs feeling stiff and sore.
Song Yan: "It's alright, move around slowly, it will get better in a few days."
Wei Aiguo believed Song Yan's words, and in fact, he was quite happy. He could walk again with the help of crutches. Actually, he wanted to walk without them. Song Yan firmly disagreed.
Wei Aiguo's left leg muscles haven't been used for many days, and it will definitely hurt if he uses his injured leg too much.
Song Yan also had a follow-up consultation with Director Qiao, and his treatment was very effective.
The wheelchair was originally borrowed from the hospital by Commander Zhao, and Director Qiao helped return it and also borrowed crutches.
It was still early, and Song Yan wanted to go for a stroll in the city. Wei Aiguo wholeheartedly agreed! Because he could finally walk again, he also wanted to wander around…
Song Yan took Wei Aiguo by bus to the city. After getting off the bus, Song Yan told him not to follow and found him a shady place to sit.
Wei Aiguo objected, but to no avail! Looking at Song Yan's back, Wei Aiguo had no choice; he simply couldn't keep up with Song Yan's speed for the time being.
Because of her previous experience buying shoes, Song Yan went straight to the supply and marketing cooperative building. When she arrived at the watch counter, her eyes lingered on several men's watches.
"Hello! Comrade, could you please take a look at this watch?" Song Yan spoke very politely to the sales clerk.
"Here you go!" The salesperson's attitude wasn't particularly good or bad. These days, being a salesperson is a very enviable job.
Song Yan held her watch in her hand and looked at it... She keenly sensed that someone was watching her.
When Song Yan turned around, she saw two women looking at her. One was Shen Hongxiang, whom she had kicked, and the other was Fang Jinghua.
Song Yan turned her head back to look at the watch in her hand, pretending not to see them.
Fang Jinghua tugged at Shen Hongxiang, not knowing why her mother was so angry.
The reason Shen Hongxiang was angry was truly unexpected. That day, she saw the Xu, Wang, and Qiu families loading jars onto a military truck. Shen Hongxiang casually asked the driver where the truck was going. It turned out they were delivering supplies to the military camp.
Shen Hongxiang was a little puzzled. The four children were together. Why were these three families sending jars? Her son…
This wasn't something that needed to be kept secret; anyone paying attention would find out. On one hand, Shen Hongxiang was dismissive—it was just some cheap pickled vegetables, after all. On the other hand, she felt uneasy because her son hadn't called. All three children wanted it, but what about her son?
Today, Shen Hongxiang ran into a woman from the compound and thanked Deputy Commander Wang's wife for the pickled vegetables she had given them, saying they were especially delicious.
This is what Deputy Commander Wang's wife said: "This little bit of pickled vegetable was given to me by a military wife. She said it's called kimchi. I tried it and it's really refreshing, so I brought you some to try."
That's all for now. See you next time!
My son's grown up and more thoughtful now; he knows I like this flavor. He went to the mountains to forage for wild vegetables and asked that army wife to cook some more. I'll bring it to you when he brings it back. …
Shen Hongxiang is still angry when she thinks about it. It sounded like pickled wild vegetables. Was it really necessary to brag about it like that? What's even more infuriating is that Qiu Hai's mother chimed in, saying that her eldest daughter-in-law was only able to eat thanks to this pickled vegetable…
Shen Hongxiang took her daughter out for a stroll to clear her head, and they bumped into Song Yan. Song Yan's dismissive attitude made her even angrier.
“These men’s watches are quite expensive. With your husband’s allowance, it must have taken him a long time to save up enough to buy one,” Shen Hongxiang asked.
Song Yan glanced at her but ignored her.
Shen Hongxiang's anger flared even more. "Men eat in the army, while women live off gifts from everyone. You've saved up the money you'd spend on a watch, haven't you?" Her tone turned harsh.
Song Yan looked down at her watch, paused for a moment, and then slowly looked up. "I live my life on my own; I don't rely on anyone else." Song Yan's voice was a little soft, as if she were somewhat timid.
Shen Hongxiang: "Are you relying on yourself? Don't be too greedy. I gave your family so many things last time. You're not allowed to ask my son for anything again."
"What did you give me?" Song Yan asked, seemingly incredulous.
"What did we give your family? Don't you know? Flour, oil, rice, and..."
"Wait, my memory isn't very good. I won't remember anything if you say too much." Song Yan took out a pen and paper from her bag. "Write it down here, and I'll take it back and ask my husband if you gave him all the things from last time."
"Can't you remember it yourself?" Shen Hongxiang looked at Song Yan with disdain.
“I was forced to drop out of school at a young age. My education level is limited.” Song Yan said, his head slightly lowered.
Shen Hongxiang was so angry she lost her mind; she wrote it down without hesitation. She still harbored a shred of arrogance; this fake educated youth, who couldn't even write properly, was nothing but a peasant!
"Write down the weights; it wouldn't be good if we treated other people's things as our own," Song Yan added.
Shen Hongxiang was even angrier, "I wouldn't go so far as to claim someone else's things as my own."
Fang Jinghua sensed something was wrong and tugged at her mother's clothes. Shen Hongxiang, however, ignored her daughter.
"Smack!" Shen Hongxiang slammed the pen onto the counter. The ink spilled out.
The sales clerk knew what she was doing; this pen was a good brand, and it would be a shame to break it. She couldn't help but scold, "Sir, what kind of manners do you have? You've made a mess of my counter."
Shen Hongxiang was rude to Song Yan, but she didn't want to argue with the sales clerk, so she turned and left.
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