Chapter 118 Han Suijing: Such a familiar backstab

After enjoying the sumptuous birthday banquet at Yang's house, Han Dixing stood up and said goodbye to everyone.

The look in his eyes when he looked at Wang Ziru still showed the thoughts of a young man, but he smiled and asked, "You guys are so busy, why don't you let them take my car?"

"How can that be? My sister-in-law is the chef I invited to help cook. It's okay. You go back first. I'll drive them back to Qianshui Town later." Zou Bu interrupted Han Dixing's proposal with a sentence.

"Okay, then I'll go back first..." Han Dixing waved to everyone and nodded slightly when he looked at Wang Ziru.

In front of so many people, Wang Ziru naturally would not let others know that they were old friends.

He also winked politely as a farewell.

Wang Zonghao stood beside his elder sister and said with a smile, "Walk slowly."

Han Dixing was about to walk out of the Yang family's gate when Yang Xitang, who was seeing him out, smiled and said to her husband, "Old Zou, tomorrow is Xiao Wang's first day at work, right? It's so late now, I think we shouldn't send them back to Qianshui Town, but stay in the city so that we can take them to your armed forces department early tomorrow morning."

"But I told my brother to send my sister-in-law home after dinner..."

"It's no problem! Just call the police station and have them go to the village and tell the kid's father."

"We can't make the decision on this matter. Let's ask my sister-in-law first." Zou Bu said and went to ask Wang Ziru.

Yang Xitang walked Han Dixing out of Yang's house and walked him to the corridor stairs. "The car to pick you up is here. I'll walk you there."

"Well, all right."

Han Dixing smiled and waved, and was about to walk down the stairs when he turned back and asked casually, "By the way, I just heard you two say that Xiao Wang was going to work in the Armed Forces Department?"

"Oh! Are you asking about Wang Zonghao?"

"ah……"

Yang Xitang briefly told him about the change of chefs in the county's armed forces department. At the end, she smiled and said, "I heard that they are good at cooking. My father's birthday is coming, and we sisters can't handle it, so we asked Lao Zou to invite them to the city."

Han Dixing smiled and nodded, "You four sisters have done a great job. The dishes you made tonight are all delicious."

After seeing her colleague off, Yang Xitang turned back to the living room and heard her husband say that Wang Ziru agreed to stay in the county town temporarily that night.

Moreover, Zou Bu acted quickly and had already called the duty room of the Qianshui Town Police Station below, asking them to arrange someone to go to Hongmei Village.

That night, Wang Ziru and her brother stayed at Yang's house.

Yang Xitang is a considerate woman. When she learned that after Wang Ziru married her husband, the man went to the army to serve, leaving her alone at home to raise the children, she must have felt bad without her husband around.

After seeing off a few sisters, he took Wang Ziru to sit in the living room and chat.

Her father Yang Weixian was in a particularly good mood when he ate fish ball longevity noodles for the first time in his life.

Hearing that Wang Ziru had been taking care of her young child at home these years and had a hard time in her husband's family, she immediately said, "Xitang, tomorrow at noon after get off work, take Comrade Ziru to Ma's tailoring shop and sew two sets of clothes for them."

"Uh... Uncle, I appreciate your kindness. I'll sew the clothes for you..." Wang Ziru smiled and waved her hands, not wanting to accept other people's gifts in this way.

But Yang Weixian picked up the teacup and drank the tea, then smiled, "Comrade Ziru, you must not refuse. If you two siblings hadn't come to help tonight, how could an old man like me have such a lively birthday banquet?"

Yang Xitang was also very happy, but was wondering how to thank Wang Ziru.

After hearing his father's instructions, he nodded quickly and agreed to take Wang Ziru to Ma's tailoring shop in the county the next day to have her measurements taken and to make two sets of clothes for her and Baoer.

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When I got home, grandma was sitting alone in the living room, flipping through a book.

"You're back?" Mrs. Han was flipping through a comic book while wearing her reading glasses. She looked up at her grandson and said, "The Yang family is celebrating their birthday and they invited you, who are not related to them, to come over. With so many people, did the Yang family go to a restaurant outside to entertain you?"

Han Dixing suppressed his joy and walked into the living room and sat down, "No."

"Hmm? The four children of the Yang family should have two tables of guests in total. If they invite outsiders like you, there shouldn't be three tables at all, right?"

"Yang Xitang's husband invited people to the house to prepare a birthday banquet..."

Old Mrs. Han was stunned for a moment, then smiled. "Why is the old man from the Yang family celebrating his birthday so fuss? He's even holding a birthday banquet at home?"

"As the old saying goes, if you are over 80 years old, you should eat 80-year-old dishes. The four children of the Yang family must want to hold a lively birthday party for their grandfather. Inviting a few caring friends to their home to have a good time is also a way for them to show their filial piety."

Old Mrs. Han showed a faint smile on her face. The old man from the Yang family was only a few years older than her.

Now that she has a house full of children and grandchildren, after all, she is still extremely jealous.

"Grandma, you're old now. How about I invite people to my house to set up a few tables for your birthday celebration this year?" Han Dixing showed no sign of being in a hurry to go upstairs to his room and sleep.

Old Mrs. Han tilted her head, glanced at her grandson, and sighed: "Grandma, I don't expect you to hold any birthday banquet for me. As long as your two brothers can come home when I celebrate my birthday, I, the old lady, will be satisfied."

"I'm afraid this won't work," Han Dixing pushed his glasses.

Still, he held back and didn't tell his grandmother about the encounter he had with Wang Ziru and her brother at Yang's house that night.

Although the two families are no longer relatives, Han Dixing had a question in his mind: he wondered what his second brother would think when he heard that he had met Wang Ziru?

My second brother is not engaged to any girl at his age. Could it be that he is still thinking about that?

However, when he went upstairs to his room, Mrs. Han murmured, "The brat seems to be very happy today. He went to a birthday banquet, making it seem like we, the Han family, had a very poor meal."

As he was speaking, the phone on the coffee table next to him rang.

In the 1980s, there was no caller ID on the phones; they were just old-fashioned landlines that could make calls.

The phone rang so loudly that Han Dixing, who had just walked upstairs to the bedroom, could hear it.

He was about to take off his clothes, but he quickly put them on and went downstairs.

Mrs. Han put down the comic book in her hand and picked up the phone. "Hello."

"Grandma, what time is it? Why haven't you gone back to bed yet?"

"You little brat! How old are you? You haven't slept yet!" The second grandson Han Suijing's lightly teasing voice came from the phone line, and Mrs. Han retorted without giving in.

Han Dixing hurried downstairs and saw his grandmother holding the microphone, chatting with his second brother with a gentle and kind smile on her face.

He hurried over, sat down beside grandma, and whispered, "Grandma, I want to talk to my second brother."

"Tsk, your second brother doesn't even know how to go home, what can you say to him, huh!" Old Mrs. Han pretended to complain and the microphone was snatched away by the third brother, "Ask your second brother if he can come back to visit relatives recently? It seems that many young warriors in Cangnan County have come back to visit relatives."

Han Dixing blinked, and the expression on his face relaxed, "Second brother!"

"Well, you haven't slept yet?"

"It's so early, my parents are still in the hospital and haven't come back from get off work yet," Han Dixing scratched his ears, glanced at his grandmother who was sitting next to him, and asked, "Second brother, did you hear what grandma just said?"

There was silence on the line for a few seconds, and the person on the other end seemed to be hesitating.

After a while, Han Suijing was silent for a few seconds and said, "The situation here is still serious. I dare not relax in my position."

"Grandma said that many soldiers in our county have come back to visit their families recently, but how come you have no time every year?"

"You also know that I'm different from ordinary soldiers. I have to watch the artillery company, and only now can I call home." Han Suijing was like a busy man, listing a lot of work. Without waiting for his third brother to say anything, he was about to hang up the phone. "Forget it, you won't understand even if I tell you. Hang up. Let grandma go to bed early. She's in her seventies and eighties and still needs a grandson like me to remind her."

"Wait a minute, you don't have that much time!"

Han Dixing told his second brother about his birthday celebration at Yang's house that night. At the end, he showed some joy in his eyes, "Second brother, guess who I met at Yang's house tonight?"

"Who? The girl you like?"

"No," Han Dixing's heartbeat almost skipped a beat, and he puffed up his cheeks shyly, "Since I said so, it must be related to you. Think about it again, is there someone you are particularly concerned about?"

"Nonsense, your second brother is thinking about you now."

"Brother, you still refuse to tell the truth. I have something that you are most concerned about. Since you don't want to admit it, forget it."

At that time, it was an office in the 13th Army of the Kunshi Military Region.

Han Suijing leaned back in his chair, his eyes slightly startled, wondering if his third brother had lied to him.

He asked casually, "The circle in our county is so small, is there anyone I should be concerned about? Did you go to Yang's house and drink until you got drunk?"

"Let me tell you, second brother, I ran into Sister Ziru at Yang's house."

He smiled and waited for his third brother to reveal the answer. After a moment, the man leaned lazily against the back of the chair. The smile on his face gradually froze, and his voice was cold, "Why do people who have passed by still mention her?!"

hung up the phone.

After so many years, he didn't expect to still hear from her.

This time, he did not continue to listen to his third brother's "kind" explanation, and probably guessed a little bit of what he wanted to say.

After a long time, Han Suijing regained some consciousness, his face twitching slightly, and he slowly took out a pocket watch from his inner pocket. He opened it with a "click" and found a yellowed old photo that he had treasured for many years.

With the light from the white paper light bulb, one can vaguely make out the bright eyes of the girl in the black and white photo.

Just as he was staring at the small photo inside his pocket watch, the office door was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

A tall figure walked in boldly, glanced at the owner of this office, who seemed to be looking at a photo, and couldn't help laughing, "Tsk tsk! Look at your lack of ability. You dare to take this thing out only after dark."

After a pause, the visitor continued to mock him, "When will you be able to get the person in the photo closer to you? That would be great."

Han Suijing looked embarrassed and suddenly closed the pocket watch in his hand, just like a primary school student who was caught, and hid it back in his inner pocket in front of his boss.

The distant and indifferent eyes slightly raised, and snorted coldly, "Why are you still awake at night and coming here to entertain me?"

Afterwards, Han Suijing looked the other person up and down with a cold look, stood up with a sturdy body, walked over and took a cigarette from the other person.

This bastard never knocks on the door, and the guards at the door can't stop him from breaking in.

Even though this bastard is the boss, he doesn't have to be so rude.

"I have good news and bad news. Which one do you want to hear first?" The grumpy boss in military pants and uniform sat at his desk, lit a cigarette, and looked at Han Suijing with defiant eyes.