Chapter 39 What couple doesn't have disagreements?
“She has a lot of problems,” Hao Yan said.
"Look at how her hair is permed, curled like a foreigner's. What does that mean? It means she's unpatriotic. Isn't that a problem? This is a huge problem."
Hao Mei gestured for her to continue: "Anything else?"
Seeing that there was a chance, Hao Yan immediately said, "Look, we're all wearing long pants and long sleeves, but she's wearing a trench coat and a dress. Do you think she's some respectable comrade, dressed so well?"
"If this continues, it's one thing if it corrupts the atmosphere here, but if it steals someone else's husband, that would be terrible. It would destroy the harmony of other people's families, which is a very serious matter."
Seeing her sister's indifferent reaction, Hao Yan went all out, saying, "I think my brother-in-law likes to hang around there all the time. I don't know if he cares about Battalion Commander Song or some vixen."
"Your brother-in-law? No way?" Hao Mei was somewhat incredulous.
"Sister, men all think with their lower bodies," Hao Yan said, leaving it at that without going into details.
Hao Mei fell into deep thought and didn't sleep well all night.
The next day, she went to find Shen Wanjun early in the morning, intending to talk to her, but found that she was not at home.
Hao Mei and Song Zhan stared at each other for a long time, but Song Zhan didn't try to start a conversation.
He barely responded to Hao Mei's remarks, and the two chatted intermittently in an awkward atmosphere.
"Battalion Commander Song, where is your wife? Why hasn't she come back yet?"
"She went to the service center with Sister Dang."
"Oh, isn't your wife cold wearing a dress in this cold weather?"
"It's not cold, I'm wearing a sweater underneath."
"Your partner... has really nice hair, huh?"
I think so too.
Hao Mei: ...
Chatting with Song Zhan felt like an eternity.
Are you and your husband still having conflicts?
Hao Mei could only make small talk while praying that Shen Wanjun would return soon.
Song Zhan glanced at her indifferently, and Hao Mei felt inexplicably guilty under his gaze, so she avoided his eyes.
"What couple doesn't have disagreements?"
Feeling bored, Song Zhan took out a sweater and started knitting while saying, "Political Commissar Hao, what do you think?"
"Hehe, Battalion Commander Song is right."
Hao Mei was taken aback when she saw Song Zhan knitting a sweater, and then asked, "Doesn't your husband do any housework? He lets you knit all these sweaters?"
As expected, my sister was right; Shen Wanjun was a very unqualified wife.
Who makes men knit sweaters?
"I was just an assistant." Song Zhan's expression gradually darkened, and he reasonably suspected that Hao Mei had come to cause trouble.
"I like knitting sweaters; it helps me clear my mind and prevents me from overthinking."
He said a few more words, not wanting to give the other party any reason to criticize Shen Wanjun.
"Haha, Battalion Commander Song is joking. What kind of nonsense could you possibly be thinking?"
"I'm wondering if some people are just bored and can't stand seeing others do well." Song Zhan's voice was cold and distant.
Hao Mei was embarrassed and didn't know how to respond.
Fortunately, Shen Wanjun returned at that moment.
She took off her headscarf, and Song Zhan and Hao Mei were both stunned.
Hao Mei asked in disbelief, "You...you got a haircut?"
The big waves are gone, so how can she bring herself to criticize and educate?
In the short time it took Shen Wanjun to go out, her long, wavy hair had turned into a short, ear-length bob.
“Long hair is not easy to manage,” Shen Wanjun said, then asked Song Zhan, “Doesn’t it look good?”
This person is dull-witted and doesn't know how to say anything nice.
Song Zhan nodded: "It looks good, and it suits you quite well."
His wife is beautiful; she looks good with any hairstyle.
Her long, wavy hair looked very stylish, while her short, curly hair added a touch of playfulness and liveliness.
"Political Commissar Hao, is there something you need from me?"
Shen Wanjun handed Song Zhan a water bottle: "Drink some water."
Song Zhan obediently did as he was told, and even while drinking water, his eyes were glued to Shen Wanjun.
Hao Mei saw that her bag was stuffed full and said with some dissatisfaction, "These two have to be careful with their money. They can't just think about today and not care about tomorrow."
Shen Wanjun nodded, "Political Commissar Hao is right."
She took out all the rice, flour, oil, soap, and other things she had bought, saying, "I was worried about Song Zhan being at home, so I bought a little extra at once."
She then took out a blanket and handed it to Song Zhan, saying, "Cover your legs with this to keep warm."
Song Zhan looked blissfully happy. "Wife, you're the best."
A thunderbolt exploded in Hao Mei's mind. What did she hear?
She could understand when Shen Wanjun called Song Zhan "husband" last time.
After all, women are emotionally sensitive, and it's normal for them to like to act coquettishly.
But now Song Zhan is actually calling Shen Wanjun his wife?
And they called each other so naturally, so intimately?
Her husband has never called her that in all these years.
"Well... I'm fine, you guys go ahead, I'll be going now."
Hao Mei fled as if she were escaping, her skin crawling with goosebumps.
When I got home and opened the door, I saw Hao Yan using hot tongs to curl her hair.
What are you doing?
"Didn't you tell me to hurry up and go on blind dates? I have to take care of myself," Hao Yan said.
"Didn't you say that curly hair is unpatriotic?"
“That’s Shen Wanjun. Even if I wear Western clothes, my heart is still Chinese.”
Faced with Hao Yan's double standards, Hao Mei was speechless.
Hao Yan took the fire tongs and quickly curled her hair into a woolen curly style.
She looked at herself in the mirror and was very satisfied.
Song Zhan liked this style, and now she does too.
Hao Yan, wearing a trench coat and sporting curly hair, ran into Dang Xianghong as soon as she stepped out the door.
"Hey, whose little lamb has wandered out?"
"Sister Dang, do you know how to talk? This is a perm, a fashionable hairstyle you wouldn't understand."
“That’s just a little lamb,” Dang Xianghong laughed heartily.
Hao Yan said with a straight face, "Shen Wanjun has this hairstyle, why don't you say she looks like a little lamb?"
"What lamb? Does anyone raise lambs?" Shen Wanjun asked, poking her head out when she heard the noise.
She wanted to supplement Song Zhan's nutrition, and cow's milk or goat's milk would be even better.
Hao Yan noticed Shen Wanjun's furrowed brows and questioned, "Why did you cut your hair?"
"Sell them to buy grain." Shen Wanjun's answer was simple, and Hao Yan suddenly broke down.
"How could you do this? How could you just cut my hair like that without telling me?"
Shen Wanjun found this person ridiculous. "You mean I need to inform you in advance?"
Who do you think you are? You're just a clown.
Dang Xianghong laughed exaggeratedly, pointing at Hao Yan and saying, "Do you know what this behavior of yours is called? Imitating others blindly, hahaha."
"I tried to curl my hair like someone else, but then they cut it short, hahaha."
Hao Yan's sallow face was now terrifyingly pale.
She felt she had been set up, and that Shen Wanjun was the one who orchestrated it, with Dang Xianghong as an accomplice.
They ganged up on me; it's outrageous.
Hao Yan turned her head away, covered her face, stomped her feet, and ran home.
I had only run two steps when I suddenly saw thick smoke billowing in my direction.
Many people ran out shouting, "Fire! Fire!"
Upon hearing the commotion, Song Zhan instinctively wanted to help, but Shen Wanjun stopped him, saying, "I'll go take a look."
Dang Xianghong had already summoned many people, and the courtyard was in chaos as everyone carried large and small buckets.
Hao Yan suddenly remembered something and screamed at the top of her lungs, "Sister, sister, are you in there?"
She remembered that when she left home, Hao Mei said she had a headache and wanted to sleep for a while.
"Where is Political Commissar Hao?"
"Is Political Commissar Hao still inside?" Dang Xianghong asked, tugging at Hao Yan's collar.
The rough handling hurt Hao Yan, so she shook off her hand and said, "I guess so."
"Quickly, quickly, save them! Political Commissar Hao is still inside."
Dang Xianghong was about to rush into the fire when Shen Wanjun stopped her at the critical moment, saying, "It's dangerous."
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