Chapter 468 The male protagonist of the era 8 The warm water flowed over his dry throat, bringing a touch of real comfort.
[So tiring, but it doesn't seem that hard?]
At least there's less dust now, so it doesn't look like ruins anymore...
Her heartfelt words contained less complaint and more a sense of accomplishment after completing an unfamiliar task.
Pei Jiwang watched her eyelashes tremble slightly as she drank water, his gaze deep and thoughtful.
He remembered how she endured her discomfort along the way, how she would rather go hungry than eat cold steamed buns, her focus when helping the old lady pick up things, and how she clumsily but persistently swept the floor just now.
This capitalist's daughter is far stronger than he imagined.
She's delicate and afraid of hardship, but her inner world is so rich it could be the subject of a grand opera.
But when faced with real difficulties, she didn't seem to break down easily; instead, she tried to adapt in a clumsy and slow way.
Although I could still talk a lot when I tried it.
"Pack your things, we're going to the cafeteria for lunch later."
Pei Jiwang broke the silence, his voice still steady, but seemingly less cold and hard than before.
Zi Xi put down the enamel mug and gave a soft "hmm".
She walked to the window, looked outside, and didn't say anything more that the organization had arranged things well; she just nodded silently.
As darkness fell, the sea and the night sky merged into one, and the lighthouse in the distance began to twinkle.
There are no dazzling neon lights, no bustling traffic, only the boundless sea, the howling wind, and this simple home that resembles a temporary camp.
This will be my home from now on.
First, I need to find a cloth to cover that broken window tomorrow, and I also need to figure out how to deal with this muddy ground.
[At the beach, can we eat lots of fish?]
I know quite a few ways to cook fish.
Hearing the renewed, strategic fighting spirit within her, Pei Jiwang's lips curved upwards almost imperceptibly.
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The morning on the island arrives with the resounding sound of bugles.
Zi Xi was startled awake by the extremely penetrating horn sound and opened her eyes in a daze.
I stared at the roof above, where I could vaguely see the stubble of thatch, for several seconds before I vaguely remembered where I was.
The wooden plank bed beneath me was so hard it hurt, and the thin military blanket carried a peculiar smell of soap stale residue mixed with dampness after being sun-dried.
Zi Xi barely slept all night.
The howling sea wind outside the window, the faint sound of distant waves, and the fear of various small insects that might crawl out of the darkness all made her nerves tense.
She dragged her tired and aching body to sit up, looking at the empty bedroom and the faint light shining through the crack in the door. A sense of loneliness, as if abandoned by the world, welled up inside her.
This isn't military service; it's exile...
[Robinson Crusoe still has Fridays, but all he has is a horribly hard plank and drafty walls on all four sides...]
Oh wait, I also have Lao Pei.
Just then, a series of noisy footsteps and loud laughter from the courtyard came from outside, heading straight for their door.
"Company Commander Pei! Is Company Commander Pei home? We heard you've brought your new wife back? We've come to see you!"
A particularly loud female voice rang out from outside the door, accompanied by an impolite knock.
Zi Xi was startled and instinctively curled up.
Who would come so early?
Pei Jiwang had obviously gotten up and finished his morning exercise.
He came out of the kitchen in his neat military uniform and went over to open the door.
Outside the door, led by a middle-aged woman in her forties with a stocky build, ruddy complexion, and short hair, stood five or six women of varying ages.
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