Xing Baohua felt his sister-in-law needed a song and wanted him to write one for her, perhaps to help her gain popularity for National Day, like last year.
Seeing that her sister-in-law's face was a little flushed, as if she were shy, Xing Baohua said, "Want a song?"
Geng Ling shook her head slightly, biting her lip and keeping her head down without saying a word.
This puzzled Xing Baohua. She didn't want to sing, and she still acted like a shy young girl. Could it be that she was attracted to his big, dark, and rough appearance?
That can't be! We clearly make a living through our talents!
Do you have time?
Yes, that's true. I was just looking for Li Wengang to chat with, since I had nothing better to do anyway.
My sister-in-law wants to chat, so I should give her face and have a long chat about life with her.
Nodding, the two walked to a bench next to a green belt and sat down.
Although people occasionally pass by, it doesn't stop the two from talking.
Geng Ling lowered her head and said softly, "When I was performing in the south, I went to the front lines to offer my condolences."
"How could your superiors agree to something so dangerous?" Xing Baohua asked in surprise.
"I strongly requested it. Three of us went in total, and the logistics and guard regiment sent a squad to cover our passage."
Xing Baohua remained silent, listening as if to a story. This girl had a stronger mentality than others; she had at least seen life and death.
Perhaps some people are smoking and laughing, and then they'll be gone forever.
“I stayed at the front for a month. The mission was very successful. I even served as a medic and carried ammunition boxes into the trenches.”
Looking at this seemingly frail table tennis player, Xing Baohua began to admire her from the bottom of her heart. Her mental fortitude was truly remarkable.
"Later, the casualties were severe, and the guard platoon also rushed up. Of the 11 men in the guard platoon, only four remained. The escalation order was for us to withdraw, and other teams were to support our position. However, while we were retreating to the rear, we were attacked by a small group of people."
The other soldiers, to cover our quick retreat, left 13 men behind on that land. The platoon leader of the guard squad took a burst of fire for me.
Xing Baohua was shocked! One magazine had riddled the place with bullets. Even if Xing Baohua didn't know anything about this kind of thing, he'd still played PUBG! One magazine was at least thirty bullets.
Moreover, the weapons used by the Southern Monkeys were either American or Soviet. American weapons were somewhat better, but if it was Soviet weapons, one burst of bullets would leave the wounds unsightly.
Okay, this is a heavy topic. It is their duty to sacrifice their lives to defend their homeland.
Taking a bullet for a comrade is a sign of friendship. My sister-in-law has only been working for a year or two and probably hasn't saved much money. Would you like to lend her some money to help that comrade's family?
Just as Xing Baohua was about to ask how much he wanted to borrow, Geng Ling said, "We sent him back to the rear hospital, and after six or seven hours of emergency treatment, his life was saved."
Don't blame Xing Baohua for thinking "Damn it" in his mind; it's a bit illogical that he can still breathe after being shot down like that.
Xing Baohua stared at Geng Ling with wide eyes, a look of rare surprise on her face.
Geng Ling explained, "The magazine strap on his chest blocked most of the bullets. The bullets that entered his body didn't hit any vital organs. Although he survived, he was essentially crippled. One of his arms was broken, his collarbone was fractured, and a third of his right lung was removed. The doctor said it was badly damaged. If he hadn't been so resilient, the blood loss alone would have killed him."
I also donated blood because I was anemic. He saved my life; my blood is in his veins.
Xing Baohua scratched her head a little. The logic was a bit messy, and it had a tendency towards melodramatic romance—no, it was.
“I stayed with him until he recovered from his injuries, and we came back together. It’s quite a coincidence that he was also from eastern Shandong, and his hometown was in the old revolutionary base area in southern Shandong.”
Geng Ling's story is starting to take shape, and what happens next is easier to guess. Will it conform to the ancient tradition of saving her life and then repaying her with his body?
This is a rare occurrence in this open era.
"Did he go back to his hometown?" Xing Baohua asked.
"He received a second-class merit award and went home. I visited him last week."
"how?"
"Oh no, transfer him to the forestry department and have him patrol the mountains."
"Having a job is better than farming!"
“His family has three acres of land on the mountain, which his younger brother usually farms. His family lives in three stone houses.”
"Not bad! You own a house, land, and have a very easy job," Xing Baohua said jokingly, glancing at Geng Ling.
“You…” Geng Ling’s face flushed even more, as if her thoughts had been guessed.
Xing Baohua also knew that the man's family background was far inferior to Geng Ling's. Before he retired, things were better; he might have had a chance to climb the ranks, and with connections, he could have done it quickly.
But if he retires and goes home to farm or become a patrolman, what opportunities will he have left? Should his own daughter go there to suffer? Geng Ling has never experienced any hardship since she was a child.
Unless the man gives up his land and job there, he might have some chance to work in the provincial capital.
"You mean you want me to help him find a job? I don't have any permanent positions, and I can't arrange any. My factory is a private enterprise, after all. I have plenty of jobs available; you can come and start anytime. The salary and benefits are no better than those of permanent employees. If you can persuade him to stay, he can come to me anytime."
"Thank you in advance."
"It's nothing! Besides, we'll be Liangqiao in the future. We're relatives, it's only right."
Qi Chu and Geng Ling didn't understand what "Liangqiao" meant. (In some regions, it's called "brother-in-law.")
After realizing what had happened, Bai stared blankly at Xing Baohua for a moment, then chuckled softly, his previous shyness completely gone, and his smile even carried a hint of youthful sunshine.
Xing Baohua had already found a job for her future brother-in-law: the manager of a showroom in the provincial capital.
If the other party's health permits, they can travel around, turning eight tigers into nine. This way, one's brother-in-law can earn more.
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