"Did your father send someone to look for us?"
Qiao Baozhu held the box and looked at Shen Xiao nervously.
Shen Xiao put his index finger between his lips, signaling Qiao Baozhu not to speak. I walked quickly to the door, held the door handle, and listened to the sounds outside.
“Uncle Shen, help! Uncle Shen, my father is dying!”
Shen Xiao frowned and asked the people outside tentatively: "Jiang Yuning?"
The young man outside heard Shen Xiao's voice and knocked on the door even harder.
"It's me, it's me. Uncle Shen, I'm Jiang Yuning, my dad is foaming at the mouth and passed out, what should I do if I can't get along with my parents."
Before Jiang Yuning could finish his words, he heard the door open and a tall figure appeared in front of him.
"Baozhu, lock the door. I won't be back until tomorrow morning. Don't open the door to anyone who comes to see you."
Shen Xiao left a word and dragged Jiang Yuning away like a gust of wind.
Qiao Baozhu hurried to the door and locked it. After thinking about Shen Xiao's reminder, he fastened the second secret lock.
She hid the box, then spread out her bedding and went to sleep.
Because she didn't know what happened between Captain Jiang and Wu Meili, Qiao Baozhu didn't sleep well all night.
At 6:30 in the morning, Qiao Baozhu got up lazily after hearing the neighbor's chicken crow twice.
When I opened the door, it was light outside and there was a chill in the air.
Qiao Baozhu couldn't remove the wooden board on the window, so she lit the stove and put the kettle on.
While boiling water, she used the remaining hot water in the thermos to wash her face and brush her teeth.
When Shen Xiao came back in the cold wind, Qiao Baozhu had finished washing and was cooking in front of the stove.
Hearing the sound of unloading wooden boards outside, Qiao Baozhu opened the door and looked at Shen Xiao, who was wearing thin clothes. She couldn't help but said distressedly: "Don't worry about unloading the wooden boards. Go back to the house and put on your cotton jacket first."
Shen Xiao smiled disapprovingly: "It's okay, I'm not afraid of the cold."
Qiao Baozhu looked at his red, frozen hands, walked over and dragged Shen Xiao into the house without saying a word.
"You're not cold, it makes me sad. Come inside and warm up!"
Shen Xiao grinned and let Qiao Baozhu drag him into the house.
Sitting on the warm kang, he watched his young wife busying around, taking off his shoes and then pulling a small quilt to cover his legs.
A bowl of hot oil tea noodles was stuffed into my hands, and Qiao Baozhu's nagging voice rang in my ears.
"You just won't listen to my advice and always wear so little. I made five kilograms of cotton pants for you, but I've never seen you wear them."
"How anxious is Captain Jiang? How many minutes can it take for you to go back to your room and put on your military coat before leaving?"
Shen Xiao held a bowl of oil tea noodles and smiled foolishly at Qiao Baozhu.
Qiao Baozhu poked him hard on the forehead in annoyance.
"Laugh, laugh, laugh. What's so funny? Am I funny?"
Shen Xiao put down the oil tea noodles and reached out to hold Qiao Baozhu in his arms. He buried his head in her shoulder and took a deep breath.
"Baozhu, it's great to have you."
Qiao Baozhu was stunned, not understanding why Shen Xiao would have such a feeling.
"Don't you think I'm being long-winded?"
Qiao Baozhu pouted and had a stinky face, and the gentle movements of her hands betrayed her mood at the moment.
Her slender, white hands were placed on Shen Xiao's hair, and her head rested gently on the top of his head.
"It's good to be long-winded. Being long-winded means that you care about me. Having someone nagging you is a kind of happiness, the happiness of home."
Qiao Baozhu touched Shen Xiao's hair and had a particularly bad feeling in her heart.
"What happened?"
Shen Xiao said sullenly: "Jiang Sen is dead."
Qiao Baozhu exclaimed in disbelief: "How did he die?"
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