"Waaah, Lao Zhou, I'm so sorry. It's all my fault that we lost our son."
"If we can't find my son, I don't want to live anymore, sob sob sob."
Mr. Zhou rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on.
"Alright, stop crying. Even if you cry yourself to death, it won't bring you back right away."
Shen Meiling paused, sobbed a few times, and then continued to cry when she thought of her son.
“My son, who knows where he is suffering right now, he might be beaten and starved, sob sob sob.”
Zhou's father held back and didn't tell her the truth.
"Don't worry, I've already asked the local police to start looking for him, and I believe they'll find him soon."
Instead of ruining your health by crying like this, you should focus on getting better and waiting for him to come back.
Shen Meiling wouldn't listen to any of it; she didn't eat or drink all day and spent her days in tears.
Hu Qinghua was taken to the political commissar's home for resettlement.
The political commissar's aunt and Political Commissar Feng have been married for many years and have a daughter who is sixteen years old this year, named Feng Fangfang.
Feng Fangfang was wearing a pink dress, a color that was quite eye-catching in those days.
Moreover, ordinary people can't buy them. Now that I see her mother bringing a girl back, I'm quite curious.
When she saw her mother take out another piece of pink polyester fabric to make clothes for the girl, her eyes narrowed sharply.
Although she was smiling, the smile had faded from her eyes.
"Mom, what are you doing with this?"
Aunt Feng reached out and pulled her daughter over with a happy expression, saying:
"Come on, Fangfang, let me introduce you. This is your older sister, her surname is Jiang. You can call her Sister Jiang from now on."
Your older sister just arrived here, I'm making her an outfit.
Feng Fangfang walked over and glanced at Hu Qinghua.
"Sister Jiang!"
I think Sister Jiang's clothes are quite nice!
Why would we need to redo it?
Hu Qinghua smiled and refused Aunt Feng's offer.
"Auntie, you don't need to make me new clothes. I'll just wear what I have now."
Aunt Feng shook her head directly.
"No way, come here, let me take your measurements."
I happen to have some extra fabric at home, so I'll make you a set.
Battalion Commander Zhou is the son of Division Commander Zhou, whom you just met. He is a newly transferred battalion commander.
You'll be the battalion commander's wife from now on, how can you wear this outfit?
Your auntie will make you some new ones.
Feng Fangfang was seething with anger because her mother had never met the newly transferred Battalion Commander Zhou.
She had met the newly transferred Battalion Commander Zhou before; he was tall and handsome.
He's incredibly handsome; how could this Sister Jiang possibly be a match for him?
Besides, I'm already sixteen this year. My mom doesn't even think about me, and she even gives away her Dacron fabric to make clothes for others.
"snort!"
She snorted, lifted the curtain, and went out.
Hu Qinghua quickly said:
"Auntie, I still don't want this fabric. Fangfang is already angry."
"Don't worry about her. That's just how young girls are. As you spend more time together, she'll realize how good you are to her and naturally become your friend."
Hu Qinghua smiled, her gaze falling on the pink polyester fabric.
Then Aunt Feng took out a pair of small leather shoes from behind the door and said:
"Here, I have another pair of little leather shoes that Fangfang bought last month. I see that your feet are the same size, so I'll let you wear them interchangeably."
You can stay at Fangfang's house for now.
Once Battalion Commander Zhou returns and you've obtained your marriage certificate, you won't be able to move out and will have to live on your own.
"Just tell your aunt if you need anything at home."
Hu Qinghua smiled.
"Auntie, you're so good to me!"
I wonder how Aunt Zhou is doing.
Aunt Feng waved her hand.
"Never mind her, she's just a bit spoiled."
Although she was Battalion Commander Zhou's stepmother, she didn't usually interfere in his affairs.
He then leaned closer to Hu Qinghua and whispered:
"She used to be a capitalist's daughter. If Commander Zhou hadn't married her, who knows what would have happened to her!"
"Just live a good life with yourselves."
Hu Qinghua was genuinely touched.
Sure enough, it was true what her father said: if she needed anything, she should ask Aunt Feng, and Aunt Feng would definitely help her.
She spoke up for me on the train, and now she's making me clothes and giving me shoes.
"Auntie, thank you for telling me all this."
Aunt Feng looked at her with a kind expression and sighed.
"No need to thank me, it's nothing."
Oh right, it's lunchtime, are you hungry?
I'll go cook for you.
Hu Qinghua quickly got up.
"No need to trouble you, Auntie. I'll do it myself!"
Aunt Feng quickly pressed her down.
There's no reason for you to cook. Sit down, sit down.
This is a newspaper; you can read it to pass the time.
As soon as Aunt Feng left, Fangfang lifted the curtain and came in.
Upon seeing the polyester fabric and the leather shoes, he walked over and directly pulled the shoes over.
"These are my shoes, how did they end up with you?"
Hu Qinghua stood up somewhat awkwardly.
"This was given to me by Aunt Feng. If you don't want it, then I'll take it back!"
Feng Fangfang looked her up and down.
"Are you really Battalion Commander Zhou's wife?"
Hu Qinghua's heart skipped a beat, but he smiled as he looked at Feng Fangfang in front of him.
"Yes, what's wrong?"
Feng Fangfang tilted her head to look at her.
"Have you met Battalion Commander Zhou?"
Do you know what he looks like?
Hu Qinghua blushed shyly and shook her head.
"It's a marriage arranged by my family, and I haven't even met him yet."
"What era are we living in? Why are we still following those feudal dregs? Now it's all about free love."
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