"Uncle, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Zhou Wen asked with concern when he saw Yan Zhouzhen fidgeting and looking like he needed to urinate.
"No, no, Cui'er, look at me, am I presentable? Is my hair neat? I haven't seen Lin'er in so long, I wonder how he is..."
Yan Zhouzhen was nervous.
He wanted to look in the mirror to see if he was really dirty.
If the girl doesn't like him, her father-in-law, and ruins his son's marriage, he will never be able to forgive himself.
But it's really hard for a grown man to say it when he looks in the mirror.
He then asked about Wang Cuier.
Wang Cuier spat, rubbed her hands together, and prepared to wipe his head and smooth his hair down, but Yan Zhouzhen grabbed her hand.
"Let's forget about it."
Yan Zhouzhen got up and ran to count the bags he had brought. There were more than a dozen bundles in total, and carrying them on his back felt like carrying a mountain.
Fortunately, it's all one ticket.
He reached his hand inside his clothes again, feeling every inch of them, and only felt slightly relieved when he felt the cool body temperature.
Clang, clang, clang.
Footsteps came from the corridor outside.
Wang Cuier jumped up excitedly, her voice changing tone: "Oh my, my daughter-in-law is here—"
The shout came suddenly, and Yan Zhouzhen's heart skipped a beat. He was so frightened by his wife's loud yell that he almost fell over, but he managed to steady himself.
Hearing familiar footsteps, Zhou Wen smiled and said, "Yan Lin and Comrade Xu Manzhi are here. Uncle, Aunt, let's go see them. They're almost at the door."
As soon as the words were spoken, a girl dressed in a dark blue cotton shirt appeared, with two black braids swaying in front of her chest. Her pretty face had eyes that were bigger and brighter than Chinese medicine pills.
The sunlight shone on her cheeks, revealing a layer of fine, golden downy hairs, each one clearly visible.
It's even more tender and delicate than a young green onion.
She has a slender, shapely figure.
It has no missing arms or legs.
It's not much different from the usual one, except for one thing: it's beautiful.
It's even more beautiful than the big wildflowers in the village.
No, no, no.
This girl is even prettier than the city girls I see on the street.
Wang Cuier gradually became stunned.
Just then, Yan Zhouzhen rushed out, looked left and right, saw a pretty girl, and said to Zhou Wen with a disappointed look, "What nonsense are you talking about? You made me happy for nothing."
Zhou Wen was stunned.
What nonsense are you talking about?
Xu Manzhi was already standing at the door.
He was about to make an introduction when Yan Zhouzhen grabbed his hand. The old man greeted Xu Manzhi warmly, "Young lady, I have a question for you. Did you see a dark-skinned, ugly military officer on the road?"
Xu Manzhi looked at Zhou Wen with a strange expression. Seeing that he was also confused, and considering that he might see Yan Lin's parents at any time, she wondered how she could not lose her temper. So she nodded in agreement.
"I saw him."
That's her husband, Yan Lin.
Yan Zhouzhen breathed a sigh of relief, then looked around nervously, wondering, "Did you see any female comrades with him?"
lesbian?
Was the old man asking her a question?
Xu Manzhi nodded again.
Yan Zhouzhen exhaled again, his nervousness visibly evident: "So, what does that woman look like?"
“Just like me,” Xu Manzhi affirmed.
"Young lady, let me tell you the truth."
"good."
"Don't talk nonsense. It's good that people don't have the heart to slap someone because they're good-looking, but you just start spouting nonsense. My old bones, arms, and legs can't take it. I'll be flying to the sky in a minute, understand?"
Yan Zhouzhen planned to give the little girl a good talking-to.
It's one thing for city people to be so good-looking.
She just opens her mouth and says it.
If an ugly thing finds even one ten-thousandth as good-looking as her, no, no, just the right amount of body parts, Old Yan will get up early to burn incense. Wherever she points, he will worship there.
He's from the countryside, that's for sure.
But he looks like a simpleton?
No.
He's very shrewd.
Otherwise, earlier—
Xu Manzhi looked puzzled.
She wasn't lying.
Every word is true.
Yan Lin went to park the car just now. A soldier talked to her and told her to go upstairs alone first, saying that she would know as soon as she saw Zhou Wen.
He also told her to do what she needed to do and not to be reserved.
This person immediately started asking her all sorts of questions, and he was with Zhou Wen. Without a doubt, the old couple must be Yan Lin's parents.
That's why she was patient.
“Uncle, I’m not lying, it’s true.” Xu Manzhi nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.
“Young lady, don’t let my country background fool you. I’m not stupid. Look me in the eye and say it again!” Yan Zhouzhen said, getting impatient.
He was quite nervous at first.
This girl's crazy antics somehow managed to loosen up his stubbornness.
"good."
Xu Manzhi stared wide-eyed at Yan Zhouzhen and said loudly, "Look at my face, that's what I look like, I'm telling the truth."
this……
Clang!
Yan Zhouzhen rubbed his eyes.
He swayed and almost lost his balance, but Wang Cuier caught him.
"Old man, what are you doing? What nonsense are you spouting to that young girl? You might scare her," Wang Cuier said, holding his arm and advising him.
Yan Zhouzhen's eyelids twitched.
He said, "Did you hear what the little girl said just now?"
Wang Cuier nodded: "I heard you, so what?"
Yan Zhouzhen: "She said that ugly thing's wife looks like her. You tell me, are all the city girls like her? Did they all come out of a magazine?"
I don't believe it.
Even if you hit him with a stick, he still won't believe you.
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