Chapter 19 Zhou's nagging father

There was no other way. Zhou Xinghua hated him now. But Shen Sangyu and Wen Qingchuan gritted their teeth and took out 25 yuan of this month's salary from their pockets.

Wen Qingchuan took it expressionlessly and left without looking back.

When he returned home in the evening, Wen Qingchuan handed all the processing results of Zhou Xinghua and 25 yuan to Shen Sangyu.

At this time, Shen Sangyu was still doing translation work on the table. Wen Qingchuan took a look and found that he didn't recognize many English words.

Shen Sangyu felt the gaze above her head and saw that the man was looking at the translation materials in front of her. She was slightly surprised: "Do you understand it?"

"I know a few, but I don't know most of them." Wen Qingchuan said honestly.

He had suffered before and knew the importance of learning, so he would pick up a book and read whenever he had free time.

The military region would organize study lectures every week, and he learned a lot of things. He knew a few English words, but at first glance, he couldn't understand the whole English text.

But Shen Sangyu was very surprised. After all, she knew that Wen Qingchuan had not read many books, but since the man said that he knew some, it was enough to prove that Wen Qingchuan would find time to read after his busy schedule.

"You are amazing." Shen Sangyu praised without hesitation.

Her words were not mixed with any impurities, and her eyes and tone were very sincere.

Wen Qingchuan was stunned: "I don't understand anything above, I just know some simple words."

Shen Sangyu didn't think it was a big deal: "It doesn't matter if you don't know it. You are so busy and you can still find time to learn. It's amazing. If you want to learn in the future, I will teach you."

In the past, due to work requirements, although she was not proficient in any language, she had no problem communicating in the major languages ​​of several countries.

Wen Qingchuan has good personal abilities, but if he has no culture, it will be difficult to move up in the future.

Shen Sangyu thought about it and said, "How about I take an hour every day to teach you English?"

Wen Qingchuan was of course very happy.

After being happy, he hesitated again.

He looked at Shen Sangyu, who immediately understood what he meant and quickly said, "It won't delay my work." Wen Qingchuan

was relieved and nodded excitedly.

Shen Sangyu agreed to Wen Qingchuan, but she was not so anxious. After all, she had to be prepared to teach. After she quickly translated the work for the past two days, she immediately started to devote herself to teaching. In her previous life,

Shen Sangyu had taught master's students herself, so she naturally knew how to teach students. She wrote the lesson plan that day and started to implement the course the next day.

Things went much more smoothly than expected.

Shen Sangyu found that Wen Qingchuan was very smart and had an excellent memory. What she taught that day, Wen Qingchuan could still apply it to other situations the next day, which made her feel very accomplished.

But it was precisely because of this that she felt a little confused.

Wen Qingchuan is so smart, why did he drop out of school after primary school?

Shen Sangyu thought so and asked this question. Wen Qingchuan pursed his lips and looked a little humorous: "The family is too poor and can't afford so many children."

Shen Sangyu thought that there were more outstanding children in the family who needed to go to school. After all, it was very common in this era. Seeing that Wen Qingchuan didn't want to talk about it, she didn't mention it further.

Half a month passed in a flash, and the first submission date arrived.

Shen Sangyu got up in a daze at the sound of the bugle.

It's almost the New Year now, and couplets are posted on every household. There are also military wives from Sichuan Province who have started to smoke bacon with cypress.

Shen Sangyu doesn't know these, but she is very greedy.

Thinking that after submitting the manuscript later, she will take the meat coupons to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy some meat and learn how to cook it.

Thinking of this, Shen Sangyu got up much faster.

A handful of cold water poured on her face, Shen Sangyu was shocked, but the effect was good, she woke up instantly.

Wen Qingchuan took a look and said: "It's cold now, be careful to cool down."

Shen Sangyu showed her big white teeth and said very confidently: "No."

Wen Qingchuan also knew that his wife had difficulty getting up out of habit, so he could only let her do it.

"I'll take you to the car later. I have a temporary mission tonight, and I may not be back until tomorrow afternoon."

Shen Sangyu was stunned for a moment. In the past half month, Wen Qingchuan came home on time every day, and she almost forgot that he used to go on missions frequently.

"Be careful when you go out." Shen Sangyu thought for a while and said.

Wen Qingchuan felt warm in his heart all of a sudden. He felt like he was dreaming these days. Shen Sangyu's temper had improved a lot. She was no longer dissatisfied with him like before.

And every night when he returned home, it was no longer pitch black.

Every time he opened the door, he could see a petite figure sometimes lying on the dining table, or working in the study.

Now his wife would ask him to be careful when he went out.

Wen Qingchuan's cold face seemed to melt like ice and snow, and he couldn't suppress the smile on his face. He nodded sullenly, cleaned up the dishes, and sent Shen Sangyu to the car to the city.

He needed to go to roll call today, and couldn't watch Shen Sangyu leave in person, so he had to go ahead.

Shen Sangyu didn't care, and wrapped herself tightly in her dark blue cotton jacket to prevent the wind from blowing in.

During the recent New Year, many military wives have to go shopping for New Year goods, so the car is full of people before dawn.

Shen Sangyu was sitting in a corner in a daze, and suddenly felt a figure blocking her light.

She raised her head and saw a tall middle-aged man. She seemed to have seen him somewhere before and he looked familiar.

But the most important thing was that she felt that the middle-aged man had a bad look on his face, which made Shen Sangyu frown: "There is no room here, please don't block my light."

When Zhou's father heard this, his brows were frowned more seriously than Shen Sangyu: "Don't you recognize me?"

Hearing this, Shen Sangyu looked at the other person strangely, squinted her eyes and suddenly remembered that this person was Zhou Xinghua's father.

"So it's Uncle Zhou, what can I do for you?"

Shen Sangyu is not the original owner.

In the past, the original owner would scold anyone she disliked, even this old man was scolded by the original owner.

But now she is not in the limelight at home, and there are fewer rumors.

Therefore, Zhou's father was very surprised that Shen Sangyu was so calm. After two seconds of surprise, his face turned bad: "I want to talk to you today. Come with me to talk."

Shen Sangyu immediately became alert: "We are about to leave. If you have anything to say, just say it here."

Zhou's father frowned, but still said: "I hope you and Qingchuan will go to the leader to plead for mercy."

Shen Sangyu looked puzzled.

Zhou's father was angry when he saw this.

His daughter was expelled from the art troupe because of her. What does Shen Sangyu mean by pretending not to understand?

Zhou's father was angry and his voice was inevitably louder: "Don't play dumb here. If you hadn't whispered to Wen Qingchuan, how could he go to the art troupe to report Xinghua?"

Shen Sangyu finally understood what the other party was going to say.

He glanced at Zhou's father, who looked very decent, and sneered: "Those who don't know what Uncle Zhou said would think that I framed Zhou Xinghua. It was Zhou Xinghua who pushed me down the stairs and spread rumors everywhere, causing me to suffer for no reason. It's true that she was reported, but if she didn't make any mistakes, why would the leaders of the art troupe expel her?"

Zhou's father didn't expect Shen Sangyu to be so eloquent, and for a moment he felt like a lump in his throat.

He looked bad and couldn't help saying: "At the beginning, Youliang sacrificed himself for Wen Qingchuan, so he should take care of Xinghua and her son for the rest of their lives. Now he is repaying kindness with enmity!"