Su Yu put some food on his plate, saying, "Secretary Song, please eat more. I'll definitely treat you to fish next time. Without soldiers like you, how could we have such peaceful days?"
Seeing that Su Yu was so understanding, Secretary Song put on a stern face and said arrogantly, "Don't be like that, I didn't sacrifice much. At most, I just caught fish and shot birds. I didn't even fight the Japanese."
"This is logistical support. Isn't war all about logistics? By the way, Secretary Song, what about your comrades-in-arms? Are they also in our provincial capital?"
"..." Secretary Song lowered her head and ate a dumpling. "He's not here. He lives far away. I haven't seen him for many years."
Su Yu was taken aback for a moment, then said in a relaxed tone, "...Secretary Song, it's alright. Even if we never see each other again, having this memory is still very nice. Some memories can last a lifetime."
"Mm." Secretary Song continued eating her dumplings without looking up.
"Dongzi, if we win the war, will we be able to eat our fill?"
"Dongzi, we're going to eat braised fish and big white flour dumplings every meal. Every year will be like New Year's. But if we eat like this, won't we become capitalists? The political commissar will definitely give us a lecture."
"...Dongzi, after we win, you should eat more. If you eat well, you won't get sick."
"Dongzi... I really want to see what it's like when we're not fighting."
Seeing that Secretary Song had finished the last dumpling and hadn't even looked up, Su Yu spread her hands and said, "Secretary Song, let me confess my mistake. Actually, the store had fish, but I didn't have enough money to buy it for you..."
Secretary Song looked up, her eyes red.
Su Yu said cautiously, "...Secretary Song, don't get so upset because of this. Um, how about I order you one now? We can take it with us if we can't finish it?"
Secretary Song stood up. He said sternly, “Comrade Su, deception is wrong. If you have difficulties, you should speak up. I'll forgive you this time because it's your first offense. If it happens again, you'll have to write a self-criticism!”
"Okay, okay, I admit my mistake and promise I won't do it again." Su Yu quickly apologized. Oh dear, it was just a casual question, a change of topic, how did it turn into this person's painful past?
Judging from her appearance, she's deeply saddened. It's best not to provoke her further. "Secretary Song, don't be angry. Quick, take out your handkerchief and wipe your eyes."
Secretary Song pulled a handkerchief from her pocket and wiped her eyes. "Let me tell you, you're the reason I'm like this! You have to treat me to fish next time!"
"..."
After the meal, Secretary Song wasn't so greedy as to order another fish; instead, she took Su Yu to buy a bicycle.
Su Yu sat in the back seat. After Secretary Song stomped on her feet a few times, she complained, "Comrade Su, it's not that I'm mad at you, but you need to eat less. You weigh as much as an average man. I can't even carry you anymore."
"Secretary Song, my younger brother can carry me on his back and run. He's only sixteen years old."
Secretary Song paused for a moment, then suddenly kicked her legs.
In the dead of winter, the wind howled.
By the time they arrived at the state-run shopping mall, Secretary Song's hands were frozen stiff, and Su Yu's ears and face were red from the cold.
Secretary Song silently put his hands in his pockets and led the way. Su Yu rubbed her face and followed behind. Then she sighed, "No, no, I have to make sure Dazhi and the others ride slowly, they're freezing!"
The two went straight up to the second floor without being escorted. Secretary Song went directly to an office door and knocked. The door opened, and a middle-aged man appeared. Seeing Secretary Song, his face lit up with a smile. "Secretary Song, you've finally arrived. I was just talking about you. The cars have been ordered for several days, but you haven't come to pick them up yet. Quite a few people have been asking me for them."
Secretary Song glanced at Su Yu, a smug look on her face. "See? I didn't lie to you. It was decided a long time ago."
He coughed and said, "Yeah, I've been too busy these past few days to come and get it."
Then he looked at Su Yu and said, "This is Secretary Su from the textile factory's union. The car was ordered for her. Take her to see it."
"Alright, Secretary Su, go check the car quickly. It's brand new. We only ordered five this time. If Secretary Song hadn't made arrangements, these cars would have been taken long ago."
Such a large provincial capital, and only Wutai?
Su Yu imagined the streets filled with shared bicycles in the future.
The bicycle in the office is a bit bigger than Secretary Song's. However, compared to Su Yu's, it's still quite large.
And it looks very bulky. There's also a crossbar in front.
With this quality, it should easily last for ten or twenty years. No wonder it's expensive; the quality of cars these days is really good.
Secretary Song walked in with his hands in his pockets. "How did it go?"
Su Yu smiled with satisfaction, "Good, very good. We owe you all a lot this time."
Secretary Song laughed, "That's right, I'm the kind of person who never cuts corners when I do things. For example, when I treat someone to a meal, I definitely won't skimp on a single fish."
Su Yu resisted the urge to roll her eyes. If only she had known, she wouldn't have pitied you.
Su Yu paid the money, and Secretary Song paid the receipt. The office staff also helped issue a certificate, then helped move the car downstairs, and gave Su Yu a slip to register the car.
Once downstairs, Su Yu stretched out her leg and stepped onto the bike, ready to try it out, only to find that the bike was far too high and difficult to control when pedaling.
I haven't ridden a bicycle in over ten years, especially such a large one. It's wobbling precariously, looking like it could fall off at any moment.
Behind him, Secretary Song rode up on his bicycle with a smug look on his face. "Comrade Su, you look like you really need help. I never imagined there were things you couldn't do. Is that what they call being physically weak?"
While struggling to control the car, Su Yu said, "Secretary Song, I'm just not used to it. Just like how you couldn't control me at first, but then you were able to carry me like a rocket."
Secretary Song: "..." He was just about to kick Su Yu's bike when he thought about it and pulled back. Then he rode over, reached out a hand, and pinched the handlebars of her bike. The crooked handlebars were finally straightened.
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