The three of them arrived at the department store, which was essentially an enlarged version of the supply and marketing cooperative. It had a wide variety of goods, including some large items. As long as you had money and coupons, you wouldn't have trouble buying anything.
Lin Jingyue dressed like she was well-off, so when she went to each counter to look at things, the sales staff were more polite than usual.
She spotted a pair of white sneakers and had her little one try them on. They were a bit big, but he could still wear them. She had seen many cases where children developed low self-esteem because of a pair of white sneakers, so she decided to buy them.
Zhao Weiguo stepped forward to pay, but she stopped him.
"I'll do it, you just come with me."
Thinking about the topic they would be discussing later, he abandoned the idea, figuring there would be other opportunities in the future.
After Xiaomingyue's final exams, it will be almost New Year's, which means there isn't much time left. The mall isn't even at its busiest yet; a few days before the New Year, it's packed with people.
While there are still few customers, hurry up and buy some things you usually need, otherwise it will be crowded later.
With the industrial ration coupons, Lin Jingyue bought an iron pot, a lunchbox, and a coal stove. This coal stove could be used not only for heating but also for cooking, and no stove platform was needed.
While she was shopping, Zhao Weiguo was responsible for carrying the items behind her. After shopping for half an hour, they had spent nearly fifty yuan.
But in the man's eyes, he didn't think she was spending money extravagantly. Instead, he secretly thought that he should earn more money in the future. Otherwise, what kind of talk would it be if the woman always spent her own money? Luckily, he was rich.
Finally, Lin Jingyue bought three bottles of room-temperature soda, one for each of them, and sat down to rest in the nearby rest area.
"Mommy, the soda is so delicious!" Little Mingyue said, carrying her white shoes in one hand and holding a soda in the other, her eyes crinkling into slits with laughter.
"If it's delicious, Mom will bring you to buy it again next time."
"Yes! Mom is the best!"
Glug glug, after all this walking, a sip of soda feels pretty good. It would be even better with internet access; I could sit down and watch some short videos.
hey-hey.
Time is running out, and we'll be parting ways soon. Before that, there's still so much to say.
Zhao Weiguo finally found a suitable time. After taking a deep breath and thinking for a while, he finally spoke: "Comrade Lin, I wonder if I have passed the organization's test? I hope the organization can give me an answer."
Lin Jingyue looked at him with a smile, but didn't answer. She only asked one question, "Are you sure you won't regret it?"
He thought about it carefully and said, "What I can guarantee is that I will absolutely not regret it now. As for the future, let the future test it." Sometimes, a promise is just empty words; if things don't work out in the end, it can become a shackle binding the two of them. It's not that I can't give a promise, but that this thing is simply useless.
Lin Jingyue wasn't looking for any grand vows or promises, so this reply wasn't exactly satisfactory, but it was within her expectations. "Then let's make a pact: if that day ever comes, I hope we part peacefully, rather than ending up with both of us hurt."
Their identities were destined to leave a ticking time bomb. Perhaps love could sustain them for a while, but whether they could go the distance depended entirely on their conscience. She didn't want to fall for him only to be left heartbroken, which is why she made that promise.
Zhao Weiguo nodded solemnly; it looked like they were discussing some important national affairs.
But actually, these are all her overthinkings. Some things are destined from the very beginning.
"Comrade Zhao Weiguo, thank you very much for your recent efforts and for your companionship. I hope we can continue to accompany each other in the future."
After thinking about it, I realized that this marriage was actually possible. He's a soldier, and he's often away on missions; if she doesn't go with him, she might only see him a few times a year. This feeling of having money but not being able to see him is actually a dream for many people.
The only problem is that you can't see your spouse anymore. So being a military wife is a very honorable but also very difficult thing, but if you have your own career, it may not be too difficult.
Having received a definite answer, Zhao Weiguo longed to pull her into his arms, but he restrained himself and simply smiled foolishly at her.
The moment he saw her, he knew she was the one for him to spend his life with. Despite her many concerns, he made up his mind that he would not regret it, and he would never let her regret it!
Little Mingyue listened secretly from the side. Although she didn't understand everything, she grasped the general meaning. In other words, this uncle would become her new father, and she would have a happy family in the future.
She was happy not only for her mother, but also for herself.
Instead of eating at the state-run restaurant that evening, they returned to their courtyard, where Lin Jingyue cooked the meal herself.
Zhao Weiguo looked at the small room; although cramped, it was decorated very warmly. A sweet fragrance seemed to permeate the air, making it inviting.
Is this what a girl's room is like? Compared to those rough guys, it's definitely fragrant and soft.
He sat upright on the small stool, not daring to look around or move around casually.
Xiao Mingyue pattered over to a cabinet, which she had found at a secondhand market. She opened it, took out some snacks, and walked up to Zhao Weiguo.
"Uncle, these are all my snacks, please have some." She generously gave them away without any reluctance.
What's a little snack sacrifice for Mom's happiness? Besides, Mom bought these snacks anyway; it's just a way of giving something away, so she's not at a loss.
"Okay, Mingyue... Can I call you Baozhu? Your mother said that your nickname is Baozhu." After spending a day together, he was no longer so reserved with the little one.
"Sure, names are meant to be called. Uncle, what's your nickname?"
Thinking of his nickname, he couldn't help but touch his nose. "Uncle doesn't have a nickname." No, because his nickname is Erniu.
Forget it, save yourself some face in front of the kids.
"Dinner's ready." Lin Jingyue brought the food to the table. He had initially wanted to help, but she refused. There would be plenty of opportunities to cook in the future; this was just a chance for him to enjoy himself.
Although they had only known each other for three days, the three of them sat together happily like a real family of three.
After the meal, Zhao Weiguo was about to leave.
Lin Jingyue took out a sweater she had been knitting. "I don't have anything to give you, but this is a sweater I knitted myself. Please don't mind it."
The other person treasured it like a precious gem, holding it in their hands with great delight, saying, "How could I possibly dislike it? I want to try it right now."
"I made it a little bigger on purpose, so it's easier to put on clothes inside. Okay, okay, let's go back now, it'll be dark soon." She pretended to be disgusted.
Zhao Weiguo gave her a deep look, "Wait for my news." He turned and disappeared into the alley.
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