Qiao Wanyue and Lu Rong exchanged a glance, both seeing helplessness in each other's eyes.
"Secretary, let's go home for dinner first." Qiao Wanyue looked up at the moon, which was already high in the sky, around eight or nine o'clock.
She was thinking about when to go to the department store and buy a watch. There was a clock in the room, but it was inconvenient to check the time. A watch would cost a couple hundred yuan and be easier to tell the time.
Secretary Guo didn't eat well at noon and was starving by now.
He had planned to go home for dinner and then call everyone over to share the money that evening, but no one expected this to happen.
"Okay, you should go back and get some rest too."
Secretary Guo gave Yang Miaomiao a few instructions and then rode his bicycle home.
After saying goodbye to Qiao Wanyue, Yang Miaomiao also went home.
After Lu Rong and the others finished eating, she returned home, reheated the rice in the pot, and served it to Qiao Wanyue.
Qiao Wanyue was hungry, and she wolfed down a few mouthfuls to suppress the hunger in her stomach.
"Wanyue, it's sold?"
Lu Rong and his wife also packed several dozen kilograms of dried vegetables and delivered them to the team headquarters.
Qiao Wanyue nodded, "We'll split the money tomorrow."
Lu Rong was all smiles.
Qiao Wanyue lowered her head to eat, and Lu Rong sat beside her, resting his chin on his hand.
"Wanyue, I've been feeling uneasy these past few days. Do you think something happened to Yunzhou?"
Qiao Wanyue paused, her chopsticks still. In her previous life, Lu Yunzhou had disappeared on the battlefield. His body was later found, having been thrown into the forest by the enemy. When they found him, all that remained were his torn uniform and bones.
Lu Yunzhou was still fighting the enemy before he died, and his body was dismantled.
Later, the report said that Lu Yunzhou held off the enemy leader, and if it weren't for Lu Yunzhou, his small team would have lost their lives.
I figured it was time for him to encounter danger.
Qiao Wanyue didn't know how to tell Lu Rong; she didn't know if her spiritual spring water would help him.
As a member of the nation, she longed for Lu Yunzhou to live more than anyone else.
Lu Yunzhou was a hero; he shouldn't have died.
As a member of the Lu family, she couldn't bear to see Lu Rong lose his son in middle age.
"Mom, don't worry, he'll be alright." These words were to comfort Lu Rong, and also to comfort herself.
Lu Rong suddenly remembered something, got up and ran into the house, returning with an envelope in his hand.
She slipped it into Qiao Wanyue's hand, saying, "Yunzhou sent it back."
"He sent it back?" Qiao Wanyue didn't expect Lu Yunzhou to send a letter back.
She opened it on the spot, without hiding it from Lu Rong. There were only a few words on it, along with a stack of tickets and money.
Wait for me to come back—Yunzhou.
With those simple six words, Qiao Wanyue seemed to see in her mind the image of that tough man writing down his heart. He already knew that he was his wife, and these words were meant for her, weren't they?
Qiao Wanyue felt numb inside.
Lu Rong also saw those words, and his smile widened.
"Don't move, Mom will do it." After Qiao Wanyue finished the last bite of her meal, she was about to clear the dishes when Lu Rong took the dishes from her and carried them to the kitchen. His steps became lighter when he saw his son's letter.
Qiao Wanyue folded the letter again and checked the tickets and money again. There were one hundred yuan, some grain tickets, sewing machine tickets, and some industrial tickets. She took out a few tickets to give to Lu Rong, but then thought about it and stuffed them all into the envelope.
She told Lu Rong, and sure enough, Lu Rong didn't want it and told Qiao Wanyue to keep it herself.
Lu Rong told her that Yang Lin had searched her room inside and out.
Qiao Wanyue's eyes were opened.
She had never seen a man like this before.
The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law sat in the courtyard, and Lu Rong was still smiling.
However, the two neighboring houses were not so peaceful.
From time to time, the sound of Yang Huaiyuan's mother yelling and cursing could be heard from his home.
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