Even if Yang Xiaohong is a bit of a slacker, she knows she can't let her husband lose his job.
She followed Zuo Jiaming to the army, which made many people in the village envious. It would be so embarrassing if she went back in disgrace.
But she just couldn't bring herself to apologize to anyone.
"Jiaming, I know I was wrong, can you..."
Zuo Jiaming: "I'm not apologizing to me, I'm apologizing to my two sisters-in-law."
Yang Xiaohong said reluctantly, "I'm not good, I misunderstood you."
He avoided looking at Fang Jie and Sister Liu, his gaze was perfunctory.
Zuo Jiaming: "Go and talk to your two sisters-in-law."
Yang Xiaohong was furious, but there was nothing she could do.
He walked up to Fang Jie and said, "I'm sorry."
Fang Jie turned her face away, not wanting to look at her.
Yang Xiaohong was about to leave when Political Commissar Fu called her back.
"You hit my wife, you should apologize."
Yang Xiaohong looked at Zuo Jiaming.
Zuo Jiaming: "Apologize!"
Yang Xiaohong reluctantly apologized to Sister Liu again, but Sister Liu snorted and didn't accept it.
Fang Jie didn't want to stay any longer, so she took her daughter's hand and left, with Song Darong quickly following.
Political Commissar Fu and Sister Liu then left as well.
With no excitement to be found, the crowd gradually left.
Fang Jie saw that Sister Liu had followed her, so she turned around and went back to take her arm.
"Sister Liu, I'm so sorry for today. I caused you to get beaten by Yang Xiaohong."
Political Commissar Fu walked ahead and stood side by side with Song Darong.
Sister Liu: "What's the big deal? I've disliked Yang Xiaohong for a long time, so I might as well have a fight with her."
Fang Jie still felt a little guilty.
But Sister Liu started talking to her about Yang Xiaohong.
"Girl, stay away from Yang Xiaohong from now on. If you run into her, just ignore her. She's a lunatic."
"I noticed it today too."
"Zuo Jiaming is really unlucky to have married her. Not only can she not have children, but she also has a terrible temper and is always suspicious. If Zuo Jiaming talks to any other woman, she will immediately scold them. She even suspects that the people in our compound are introducing women to Zuo Jiaming. I don't know what she's thinking."
"She can't have children?"
Fang Jie was surprised, but she didn't seem to have seen any children at Yang Xiaohong's house just now.
"No, they've been married for seven or eight years. In the past, we thought it was because they were separated for long periods. Later, Yang Xiaohong came to live with the military for more than a year, but she still didn't get pregnant. Her in-laws were worried and took her and Zuo Jiaming to see doctors everywhere. The results came back and it turned out that the problem was with Yang Xiaohong."
Fang Jie: "Didn't Zuo Jiaming's parents say anything?"
"Of course they were unhappy. They wanted them to get a divorce, but Yang Xiaohong absolutely refused. Zuo Jiaming's parents wanted to take Yang Xiaohong back to her hometown, but Yang Xiaohong threatened to kill herself and refused to leave. Zuo Jiaming's parents couldn't stay here forever, so they had to go back first. During that time, their house was in complete chaos every day, it was incredibly noisy."
Song Fanxing listened silently, sighing at how pitiful that Zuo Jiaming was.
Marriage requires caution; one wrong step and you'll be jumping into a fire pit.
"We're home, stop nagging."
Political Commissar Fu turned around and shouted.
Sister Liu patted Fang Jie's hand, "Little sister, I'll go in first, we'll talk later."
"good."
Song Fanxing was still carrying a chicken in her hand, and she put the chicken into the basin.
Seeing that the water had cooled down and he couldn't clean up the chicken feathers, he went into the kitchen to boil water.
Fang Jie and Song Darong talked inside for a while before coming out and seeing their daughter plucking chicken feathers.
Song Darong rolled up his sleeves and snatched the chicken.
"Dad's here, just wait to eat."
Song Fanxing smiled, "Okay, thank you for your hard work, Dad."
Song Darong: "You just know how to coax me."
Daughters are so much better; they're so sweet and gentle, and their voices are so pleasant to hear.
Fang Jie turned and went into the kitchen to cook.
Song Fanxing took a bowl of water to the neighbor's yard.
"Aunt Liu, I've brought you some water."
Sister Liu quickly took the bowl, afraid that the little girl would get tired.
"Star, my house has water."
"I know, but the water in my house is different. I added my secret recipe, and it tastes great."
Sister Liu's eyes lit up. "Really?"
"Really, you should try it."
Sister Liu picked up the bowl and took a sip.
Mmm, it really is different. It tastes delicious, refreshingly sweet and icy. After drinking it, I feel completely relaxed.
Sister Liu couldn't resist drinking the whole bowl of water.
"Xingxing, your water tastes so good!"
Song Fanxing smiled, "I wasn't wrong, was I?"
"Um."
"Little Star is here."
Political Commissar Fu came out of the inner room and saw Song Fanxing; his face broke into a wide smile.
He patted his pockets, but after a long time, he couldn't find anything.
"Wife, what good food do we have at home? Quickly bring it out for Xingxing."
"Oh dear, I forgot, my brain..."
Sister Liu hurriedly got up and went into the inner room. After searching around, she came out with two peach shortbreads in her hand.
"Star, have some peach shortbread."
Song Fanxing accepted it, "Thank you, Uncle and Aunt!"
Then eat it in small bites.
Commissar Fu, Sister Liu likes him more and more the more she looks at him.
Sister Liu couldn't help but ask, "Xingxing, what do you think of Brother Yichen?"
Song Fanxing: "Not very good."
Sister Liu: ...
Okay, she gave up. The girl didn't like her son.
Fu Yichen heard Song Fanxing's words as soon as he stepped in with one foot.
I felt a little disappointed.
A rebellious thought arose in his mind, and he deliberately walked up to Song Fanxing and snatched the peach shortbread that Song Fanxing was about to put in her mouth.
Song Fanxing didn't expect him to be so childish, and he actually managed to steal it from her.
Political Commissar Fu and Sister Liu were furious when they saw this.
Political Commissar Fu even grabbed a broom and chased after Fu Yichen to beat him.
However, Political Commissar Fu was too old to keep up with Fu Yichen, and eventually he was so tired that he was panting heavily.
Song Fanxing clapped her hands and ran towards Fu Yichen like a gust of wind. By the time Fu Yichen reacted, the peach shortbread in his hand was already in Song Fanxing's hand.
Fu Yichen asked incredulously, "How did you do that?"
Song Fanxing glanced at him sideways and said, "Don't do such childish things in the future."
After saying his goodbyes to Political Commissar Fu and Sister Liu, he left with the peach shortbread.
Fu Yichen stared blankly at the little girl's back until Political Commissar Fu hit him on the back with a broom, pulling him back to his senses.
After that, Fu Yichen seemed to be possessed by a ghost, following Song Fanxing around all day, calling her "little sister" this and "little sister" that.
Song Yaohua disliked him very much.
Song Fanxing was also speechless, and most of the time, she ignored him.
Unfortunately, Fu Yichen was a straight man and didn't understand girls' feelings at all. When Song Fanxing ignored him, he tried to do things to get her attention.
For example, when Song Fanxing wasn't paying attention, he would pull her braid.
For example, throwing insects in front of Song Fanxing.
For example, he would bring the dog in front of Song Fanxing to scare her.
...
Song Fanxing suddenly remembered Xiao Hei, or rather, Lao Hei, whom she had locked in her space.
Years passed, and Little Black grew up to be Old Black.
She released Xiao Hei, and at Song Fanxing's signal, Xiao Hei chased Fu Yichen around the path outside the family compound more than a dozen times.
After that, Fu Yichen kept quiet for a while.
Song Yaohua applauded his younger sister.
"Little sister, you're really good at this. That's how you deal with someone like Fu Yichen."
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