Chapter 220 Miss Him
Feng Shuo and his group had been gone for a long time.
Zhu Yunying slept uneasily every night. Her dreams became more and more gloomy and terrifying. Several times when she woke up, she felt like something was strangling her throat and she couldn't breathe at all.
If you don’t sleep well at night, you will feel more lazy during the day and take naps from time to time.
He often accompanied Old Lady Feng to enjoy the cool air under the trees in the yard. The old lady was still in high spirits telling stories of her heroic deeds in past battles. Zhu Yunyao had already begun to snore softly, as if she had met Zhou Gong.
It’s strange to say, but if you take a nap in broad daylight, you will basically not have nightmares.
Hours passed in the blink of an eye.
It was not until Xiao Zhang excitedly told her that he had received a telegram from Zou Mei that he realized he had been in Beijing for almost a month.
In the telegram, Zou Mei asked if she could go back to celebrate Xiao Linsheng's full moon. If she didn't have time, they could wait until the hundred-day banquet to celebrate.
How could godmother be absent?
Zou Mei wrote a lot of words in a very eloquent way, and even wrote the telegram as a letter.
Anyone can see the information on the telegram.
Xiao Zhang also laughed secretly: "Sister Zou is afraid that you won't go back, so she said this on purpose!"
"You are a little kid with a big heart, you understand best!"
Zhu Yunying glanced at him unhappily and said, "Come with me to the supply and marketing cooperative later. I can't make it back in time for Man Yue, so I'll send some things that Zou Mei and Xiao Linsheng can use."
"Okay, sister-in-law!"
Xiao Zhang immediately went to pack up the jeep.
He always remembered what the leader had told him before they set off: his sister-in-law was pregnant, so he had to pay attention to every aspect.
Every time before his sister-in-law gets in the jeep, he would carefully clean the jeep inside and out, leaving it spotless!
Even Old Lady Feng gave him a thumbs up and praised him for his ability.
This compliment was even more incredible. Xiao Zhang wanted to clean the entire yard until it was shiny!
In the supply and marketing cooperative, the styles of clothes suitable for infants are relatively simple, either bellybands or sweatshirts with straps, and the material is not new, gray cotton cloth.
Zhu Yunying looked left and right, but really couldn't find anything that caught her eye.
The salesperson looked at her, glanced at her belly, and put his hand up to touch it.
"Big sister, your belly is so small, it will probably be winter by the time you give birth! Just buy one or two thin bellybands, the baby will need a cotton-padded jacket!"
When Zhu Yunying heard this, she followed the saleswoman's hand and looked down, and was surprised to find that her belly was indeed bulging.
I haven't had a good rest these days, my days and nights are a bit reversed, and I feel listless no matter what I do. I didn't even notice this.
She pursed her lips, feeling a little annoyed, but then she came up with an idea.
"Then please pick out some styles that are comfortable and practical for me to wear. I'll pick one or two to keep as a backup."
Zhu Yunwei asked with a smile.
The salesperson picked out a few styles for her. They all looked simple, solid and practical, without any fancy embroidery.
Zhu Yunying couldn't help but glance at those with embroidery.
The salesperson couldn't stop the look in his eyes and put those things away immediately.
"Babies have delicate skin, so try not to wear anything with embroidery before they're a year old; it can easily rub against them. Some people buy them just to make them look nicer as gifts!"
Zhu Yunying understood and bought all the models recommended by the salesperson.
The cotton fabrics in the supply and marketing cooperative were not of very good quality. After she returned to Feng's house, she took out two pieces of softer, skin-friendly cotton fabrics from the space.
When everything was ready, Old Madam Feng poked her head in and asked, "Yun Yao wants to make clothes for the baby?"
"A young lady I know in the army has given birth to a son. She's Captain Yang He's daughter. The baby is almost a month old. I want to make some clothes and send them back."
She held up the sample clothes she had bought from the supply and marketing cooperative and said, "I'll take them apart and make samples later."
Old Madam Feng walked closer, took a look, touched the cotton cloth she had prepared, and nodded, saying, "The material you picked is better."
"By the way, Feng Shuo still has all his childhood clothes! Would you like to take a look? Some of the styles are quite unique. His mother couldn't rest during her pregnancy and made quite a few of them! Later, when Xiaoqin was born, she wore them too."
As Mrs. Feng spoke, she took Zhu Yunying's hand and started looking through the old things.
This was the first time Zhu Yunying heard Old Lady Feng mention Feng Shuo after he went on the mission.
Maybe I have said it, but now I suddenly feel empty inside.
In order to avoid losing her composure, she asked Xiao Zhang to come in and help.
I found an old sewing machine, moved it out, re-oiled it, replaced the belt, and it looked like new again.
Feng Shuo's parents are both engaged in confidentiality work and are not at home all year round, so they cannot be contacted at will.
The year of my pregnancy was particularly difficult. I had to endure the heavy physical burden and keep my work tasks moving forward smoothly. I was completely exhausted in the last few months.
Later, it was because Old Lady Feng brought her daughter-in-law back from the base and took care of her personally that she was able to have a few days of leisure.
But she was also busy, so she made small shirts and learned to knit, wishing she could prepare all the clothes Feng Shuo would wear for the rest of his life.
Of course, how much can be made in a few months? In other words, it is necessary to make clothes that Feng Shuo can wear before he turns one year old.
Feng Shuo grew very fast, and a small shirt could no longer fit him in a few days, so he had to change to a bigger one.
Otherwise, Zeng Xiaoqin would not have had the "good fortune" to take advantage of her cousin's opportunity.
"This one, this one, and this one..."
Old Mrs. Feng picked up one, held it in her hand and looked at it carefully, her eyebrows and eyes curved with a smile.
"Your mother-in-law is very serious. At the beginning, she couldn't figure out how many stitches to sew on each sleeve. She just counted and sewed until it was perfect! In the end, she couldn't bear to give the clothes to Feng Shuo!"
"In her own words: Feng Shuo is her biological son, and she made these clothes herself. If you have to divide them, Feng Shuo is the eldest brother, and these are his younger brothers and sisters! Hahaha!"
Zhu Yunying found it interesting and laughed along.
"What happened next? Why did you change your mind?"
"Later, she got better and better at making them. She didn't care much about the ones she had practiced with at the beginning, and they just became simple clothes. After letting Feng Shuo try them on, she took the best one to the base. It can be considered a keepsake."
Mrs. Feng said it unintentionally, but Zhu Yunyao took it seriously.
The smile on her lips gradually disappeared.
We have high expectations for clothes, but once there is a replacement, they will be replaced quickly.
What about Feng Shuo...
Zhu Yunying knew that the Feng family in Sijiu City were all elites, scattered across major bases, contributing to national construction.
Feng Shuo must have been placed with similar high hopes when he was a child.
What if there is something I do not do well and my family is not satisfied?
Will you give up on it like those discarded clothes?
Feng Shuo is an only son, but he is an only son who disobeys family arrangements and insists on making a career for himself.
Is it because his family is particularly satisfied with him and wants to focus on training him, so he has no younger brothers or sisters?
I still think he's rebellious, disobedient, and willful, so...
"Grandma, everyone in the family knows about Feng Shuo and I getting married, right?"
Zhu Yunying vaguely began to doubt whether Feng Shuo's parents cared about Feng Shuo and whether they knew that their son was already married.
Mrs. Feng's smile faltered for a moment, but she quickly added jokingly, "Of course I know! They're just not convenient to come out of the base! Wait until the Chinese New Year, and everyone will be back this year."
"Well, I'm just asking."
Zhu Yunying clenched the small piece of clothing in her hand, glanced at a flaw on it, and sighed inwardly.
It was probably thrown to Feng Shuo because it had flaws.
That night, she dreamed of Feng Shuo again.
In the pool of blood deep in the dense forest, Feng Shuo couldn't open his eyes, but he held her hand tightly and spoke intermittently: "Ai Ai... I'm cold, can you give me some more clothes?"
In the dream, Zhu Yunwei reached out to touch Feng Shuo's military uniform, which was soaked with blood. It was heavy, black, and tattered beyond recognition!
"Feng Shuo, hold on a little longer. I'll make you new clothes! Don't die, don't die yet..."
Zhu Yunhuai burst into tears, but Feng Shuo forced a smile: "No need for new clothes, just call me Brother Feng..."
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