"You brat, you surnamed Ruan! You haven't handed in your self-criticism yet!"
Political Commissar Wu, who was wandering around aimlessly, saw Ruan Xianxian get into a jeep from afar.
He knew the man driving and knew that Miyano was about to leave, so he kidnapped their group's chef.
Without saying a word, he took off running, gripping the slightly ajar car window tightly with one hand. He pushed up his glasses and looked past Gong Ye, his gaze landing on Ruan Xianxian, who was cowering with her head down.
"Leaving without even saying goodbye?"
Ruan Xianxian's guilty eyes darted around nervously. She didn't like farewell scenes; some people said goodbye and might never see each other again in this lifetime.
As for the written apology... haha! She's all talk and no action; she never intended to follow through.
Miyano didn't know her very well. Seeing the little girl shrinking her head and nervously twisting her fingers together, clearly feeling guilty, he found it amusing and reached out to rummage through the car.
Finally, he pulled out a stack of papers from who-knows-where, casually held one up and waved it in front of Wu Fangkai's eyes, revealing the three large characters "Letter of Apology".
The calligraphy is vigorous and powerful, with strokes as strong as iron hooks and silver lines.
Along with the letter of self-criticism, a work ID with "National Defense Security" printed on it flashed by.
"Comrade Ruan's letter of self-criticism is with me. I am now officially informing you that this letter of self-criticism has been requisitioned. Do you have any questions?"
Wu Fangkai: ? ? ?
You're really hungry!
He smiled and took a step back. "Reporting to the leader, there are no problems."
After saying that, he glared fiercely at Ruan Xianxian, who had perked up again because someone was backing her up, and said, "You know the address of the military region. Don't forget to write a letter to let us know you're safe when you get back to the village."
"Didn't you want some of your sister-in-law's homemade plum wine? I'll send you some to try later."
Ruan Xianxian's eyes reddened. During their casual conversation, Wu Fangkai mentioned that his wife's wine was delicious, and Ruan Xianxian took the opportunity to ask for some. Unexpectedly, Political Commissar Wu took it seriously.
She vigorously wiped her face, said that she hated parting the most, opened her side of the car window, leaned half her body out, and waved with a smile.
"Great! Remember to send plenty, I have a big appetite."
As soon as the car started moving, she was pulled back to the passenger seat. Miyano, sitting next to her without looking up, said, "Sit tight! You've crushed that goose in your arms into a pulp!"
【Gah!】
Mom! This scoundrel not only wants to steal the goose feed, but also covets the goose feathers.
Ruan Xianxian burst into laughter through her tears, vigorously stroked the goose, and curiously turned to ask Gong Ye, "Do you always carry a letter of self-criticism in your car?"
Miyano hummed in agreement, too embarrassed to say that he had written them all in his spare time, and that he would find out the corresponding number of words to submit.
Calming down, Ruan Xianxian turned to the side, gripping the seat with both hands, and asked, "Xiaxia! Uncle Chu really isn't coming with us?"
Mu Xia turned her gaze away from the scenery outside the car window. "He said he wouldn't come along. He'd borrow a car from a friend and catch up with us later. It'll be more convenient to have a car when we get to the provincial capital."
Ruan Xianxian thought about it and realized that having a car to travel to the provincial capital would indeed be more convenient. He was a grown man and wouldn't get lost, so she just asked a few words of concern and didn't ask any more questions.
As the jeep drove along, the two women in the back seat soon began to breathe evenly. Ruan Xianxian tried to keep her eyes wide open; not sleeping in the passenger seat was her last principle.
"Take a nap if you're sleepy." Miyano held the steering wheel with one hand, and with the other hand took the trench coat draped behind the seat. Instead of covering her with it, he handed it to the little girl.
“It takes about 10 hours to drive from here to the provincial capital. Let’s go to the county to eat something and get some sleep. I’ll call you when we get there.”
Ruan Xianxian took the coat and covered herself and her son with it. Her luggage was in the trunk. Her eyes were still open, and she made conversation even though she didn't know what to say.
"Both Feng Lao and Feng Bai are in Heilongjiang Province, but your accent sounds like you're from Beijing. Is this family relationship legitimate?"
Are there inappropriate relationships between fathers and sons, uncles and nephews?
Thinking about himself and Feng Bai, Gong Ye answered without much confidence, "Should...should?"
Ruan Xianxian chuckled, her eyebrows curving, her eyelashes fluttering with sleepiness and moisture.
Seeing that her eyes were almost closed but her little mouth was still trying to chatter, Miyano said softly, "Go to sleep!"
Miraculously, as soon as those two words were uttered, Ruan Xianxian, who thought she definitely wouldn't fall asleep, actually fell asleep the next second.
She didn't want to close her eyes, partly because she didn't sleep in the passenger seat, but also because she wanted to remain vigilant. She knew that given the relationship between Gong Ye and Feng Lao, he was probably not a bad person, but what if he was?
When her breathing became steady and long, only Gong Ye and Goose were left staring at each other in the car. Just as Goose was about to twist Ruan Xianxian's beak to wake her up, Gong Ye quickly grabbed her.
"Wake her up and she'll stew you; tonight, add a stewed goose in an iron pot."
The goose stopped moving, its beady eyes fixed on the man who dared to threaten it. It waited, waiting for his pet two-legged beast to wake up, and then it was uncertain who would be stewed.
In the back seat, Mu Xia slightly opened one eye to glance at the person and the goose in the front seat, adjusted her posture, and quickly closed it again.
The car slowed down. It was 2 p.m. when we set off. Even though Miyano drove the jeep at a snail's pace, we arrived in the county town at 3 p.m., at which time the state-run restaurants were not open.
After thinking for a moment, he turned the car around and drove it to the front of the bathhouse. The three women woke up, and Miyano said:
"I'm going to take care of something. You guys find a place to wait for a while, and we'll meet up here later."
Ruan Xianxian stretched, wondering how she had fallen asleep. Hearing this, she nodded and said, "Okay! Go ahead and do your thing, no rush."
They were just hitchhiking anyway, so they naturally prioritized him when Miyano needed help.
She turned her head and saw the bathhouse outside the car window. Her big eyes lit up. "Zhaodi, Xiaxia! Let's go take a bath. I've been rolling around in the mud for days. I've been wanting to take a bath for ages."
Mu Xia shrugged. "No bath tickets."
Chen Zhaodi rolled her eyes slightly. These two women are really brave. Didn't they see that the driver's face turned red to the roots of his ears?
Ruan Xian has bath tickets. "Take mine first, and I'll pay you back in cash later."
Mu Xia couldn't get what she wanted.
Chen Zhaodi only had 50 yuan in her pocket from her rural allowance, which she had already spent quite a bit of, but she really wanted to clean things properly, so she didn't refuse.
The three women happily got out of the car, opened the trunk to take out toiletries and changes of clothes, greeted Miyano, and entered the bathhouse hand in hand.
In the car, Miyano's fingers, which were in his pocket, rubbed the bath ticket. He watched the person walk into the bathhouse, stepped on the gas, parked the car at random, reclined the seat back, and began to close his eyes and pretend to doze off.
This body has been modified and is so energetic that it no longer needs sleep, sleeping only two hours a day or not at all.
Even after a whole day spent wading in the water and leading people to repair the river dam, he still couldn't sleep while lying in the driver's seat. He opened his eyes, took out the information about Ruan Xianxian from the car, and reviewed it over and over again.
His finger hovered over the first line of the paper document, over the name "Ruan Xianxian," his eyes deep and his pupils a dark, mysterious color.
"Little liar! Didn't you say your name was Xianxian?"
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