Chapter 157 Comrade Song Zhan, you murdered your own brother-in-law?!
Song Qian rested his chin on his hand and said, "It's better to go early than late; the sooner you go, the sooner you can enjoy your blessings."
Wei Shufen wholeheartedly agreed and quickly ran home to tell her children the good news.
The eldest son, Song Bao, danced with joy: "Mom and Dad, quickly ask the third son to help me find a wife."
The second brother also shouted, "Let the third brother help me find a job."
The two younger women didn't say anything, they just worked silently.
No matter how many good things happen in the family, they never get a chance to benefit.
Song Qian happily agreed to everything. He pulled Wei Shufen aside and said, "I think this is definitely thanks to Juan."
Wei Shufen was overjoyed: "That girl has been clever since she was little. It's a good thing we didn't give her away back then."
Wei Shufen thought that her tactic of sending Song Juan to make Shen Wanjun unhappy and to make her obedient had worked.
He said smugly, "I knew you couldn't spoil this daughter-in-law. What a pampered young lady. Give her a few warnings and she'll behave."
My son used to never reply to letters from home, but now he's writing to invite them to come and enjoy a better life.
Song Juan's role is beyond question.
That was the right move!
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On Lunar New Year's Eve, the courtyard was filled with a joyous atmosphere.
Today is the day of the arts performance, and Shen Wanjun, Bai Lu, Dang Xianghong and others went to rehearse early.
Song Zhan was worried about his wife, so he went to the auditorium with her.
After Shen Wanjun resubmitted the lyrics, they were finally approved by the authorities.
After a busy morning of rehearsals, Song Zhan drove Shen Wanjun home.
Dang Xianghong hitched a ride and said happily, "Being a regimental commander is great!"
In winter, it's nice to have a car to ride in, and it's warm.
If it weren't for benefiting from Shen Wanjun's connections, her old man Li's promotion speed would be so slow.
I reckon she won't even get to ride in this fancy jeep before she dies.
Whenever Dang Xianghong has some free time lately, she takes Shen Wanjun and Bai Lu to play cricket.
"How could she be so shameless as to ask us to sing along for her? What was she thinking?"
This morning, Bai Lu came to find a few people, saying that her dance needed backup singers.
Following her previous attempt to get Shen Wanjun to sing an English song, this is the second time Bai Lu has tampered with the arts festival.
According to Dang Xianghong, the failure of the five prepared songs to pass the review was also Bai Lu's doing.
“She wants to be the center of attention wherever she goes,” Shen Wanjun said.
The highlight of tonight is actually the performance by the cultural troupe, after all, they are the professionals.
These military wives are just a makeshift team; their main focus is on participation.
Bai Lu, despite being a non-professional, always tries to show off.
Shen Wanjun didn't understand this kind of person and only thought that Bai Lu had a performative personality.
"Let's not talk about that unlucky stuff anymore. Come to my house for lunch."
Dang Xianghong said, "It's more lively eating with more people."
Shen Wanjun nodded without hesitation: "Okay."
Since there's no need to cook at home, and rehearsals are quite tiring, she just wants to lie down right now.
Back home, Song Zhan drove Huang Ya to pick up Song Juan without stopping.
After finishing her training in the morning, Song Juan took her annual leave, which lasted for 15 days.
While driving, Song Zhan casually asked Huang Ya.
"Dr. Huang, I heard you're being transferred to Shanghai?"
Huang Ya's heart skipped a beat. How did her brother-in-law know everything?
He said, "That is indeed the case."
Song Zhan said coldly, "So when are you planning to tell me? Cough cough, tell my sister?"
Huang Ya: "I've already told Juan'er."
Song Zhan remained silent for a moment. He thought Huang Ya would keep this a secret forever, but he didn't expect that Huang Ya would tell Song Juan so early on.
Unable to vent his anger, he steadied himself and asked again, "So what are your plans?"
Before Huang Ya could answer, he continued, "If you're dating, you should be doing it properly. Why are you suddenly running off so far away? What's going on?"
"Will you come back in the future? Or will you take my sister with you?"
Song Zhan had a lot of questions on his mind, while Huang Ya tilted his head and laughed heartily.
"why are you laughing?"
Song Zhan was very dissatisfied with his nonchalant attitude.
How could my sister have taken a liking to such a thing!
Seeing that Song Zhan was about to get angry, Huang Ya calmly said, "I'm not going to Shanghai. I've already turned it down."
"What?" Song Zhan slammed on the brakes.
Huang Ya lost his grip and was almost thrown off.
"Comrade Song Zhan, you murdered your own brother-in-law?!"
Song Zhan was too lazy to joke around with him and asked directly, "Why did you turn it down? It was such a good opportunity."
Huang Ya glanced at him, looking like she was watching a good show: "Such a good opportunity, do you want me to go?"
Song Zhan thought for a moment and said seriously, "I do."
"What?" This time it was Huang Ya's turn to be flustered.
"Aren't you afraid I'll go to Shanghai and do all sorts of things, abandoning Juan'er?"
Song Zhan said, "You can take her with you."
After the words were spoken, both of them fell silent.
Song Zhan didn't want Song Juan to go so far, but if Huang Ya went to Shanghai, she would definitely have a bright future.
"You're a bit wasted on the talent of working in the compound."
Although he usually dislikes Huang Ya, Song Zhan also acknowledges his talent.
Huang Ya patted Song Zhan on the shoulder: "You're a good older brother."
"Is it a waste of talent? I don't think so. The most important thing in life is to be happy."
Huang Ya's life is very casual, while Song Zhan has clear goals.
Every step is imbued with a strong sense of purpose and control, as if life were a battle that must be won.
Song Zhan started the car and said to Huang Ya, "Hold on tight, I won't be responsible if you fall."
He couldn't agree with Huang Ya's values, but his sister liked him just the way he was.
Song Zhan had no choice but to keep quiet.
At noon, Dang Xianghong walked into the kitchen, taking advantage of a lull in the conversation.
She quickly prepared a large table of dishes.
She tossed her apron onto the table, carrying four dishes in both hands, and directed her two sons to set the table and get the stools.
Then he asked Old Li to bring out his treasured wine and pour it for everyone.
The Party seems to be wound up like a clockwork, doing everything quickly and decisively, without any hesitation.
The two children and Old Li were used to his energetic and impulsive nature. Song Zhan whispered to Shen Wanjun, "Wife, you are still the gentlest."
Dang Xianghong is really fierce. I don't know how Old Li has managed to survive all these years.
Dang Xianghong turned her head and asked, "Commander Song, are you talking badly about me?"
Song Zhan felt guilty, and Shen Wanjun said, "He said the dishes on this table look very delicious."
Dang Xianghong smiled and said, "Let's eat."
Huang Ya raised his glass: "Come on, let's have a drink."
Old Li: "I hope our motherland gets better and better."
Song Zhan: "The people are happy and healthy."
Song Juan: "Life is peaceful and beautiful."
When it was Shen Wanjun's turn, all the nice words had already been used, so she smiled and said, "I hope everyone is happy."
Huang Yafei quickly replied, "Happiness is priceless."
It must be said that Huang Ya and Shen Wanjun are actually quite similar in personality, both believing that happiness is priceless.
The siblings, Song Zhan and Song Juan, remained on edge the entire time.
The Party marches forward with great vigor, while Old Li remains steady and secure.
When a group of people are together, an unexpected harmony can occur.
Because we were going to the auditorium that evening, everyone only had a small glass of wine.
After dinner, Dang Xianghong cleaned up the kitchen.
After changing his clothes, he said to Shen Wanjun, "The arts performance is about to start. Bai Lu shouldn't cause any more trouble, right?"
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