Chapter 74 I'm shipping them!
Just as Huang Ya was about to hug his younger sister, Song Zhan quickly rushed over in his wheelchair.
He rushed in too fast and ended up in Huang Ya's arms.
Huang Ya held onto Song Zhan tightly, stammering, "Battalion Commander Song, you're a true brother."
He thought Song Zhan was a cold person, but he didn't expect him to take the initiative to hug him at the crucial moment.
Give him a warm hug.
Huang Ya's eyes welled up with tears. He hadn't cried last night when he was buried under the rubble by the blizzard.
With his own tenacious will, he struggled to climb out, his hands and feet numb and tingling from the cold, but he didn't cry.
But now, he could no longer hold back and burst into tears, hugging Song Zhan.
Song Juan, who was watching from the side, was dumbfounded and quietly asked Shen Wanjun, "Sister-in-law, do you think he was hit on the head?"
I always felt that something was off about him.
Shen Wanjun also found it a bit unbelievable, as the two had never gotten along.
Song Zhan, the person involved, tried to push Huang Ya away several times, but Huang Ya only hugged him tighter.
After several unsuccessful attempts, Song Zhan sighed and gave up.
He patted Huang Ya on the back and comforted her, "It's alright, it's all over now, don't cry."
Huang Ya sobbed, "I didn't cry. Who said I cried? A man doesn't easily shed tears."
Song Zhan rolled his eyes silently. Dude, you've got snot and tears all over my clothes, and you're still pretending.
"Then let me go," Song Zhan said. Since she wasn't crying, it meant she was alright.
"I don't."
Song Juan looked at the three of them with a complicated expression. They've all gone mad!
After crying for a while, Huang Ya finally let go of Song Zhan.
"Battalion Commander Song, may I stay at your house for the next few days?"
The house collapsed, and he had nowhere to sleep.
Song Zhan refused: "No."
If I lived in this crybaby's house, wouldn't I have to cry in his arms every day?
I can't stand it, I can't stand it.
Song Zhan patted his clothes; they were dirty, and he felt dirty too.
Huang Ya turned to Shen Wanjun and asked, "Sister-in-law, is it alright?"
He knew that Shen Wanjun was actually in charge of this family, and Song Zhan's words didn't count at all.
Shen Wanjun did not disappoint him: "Okay, but you have to help with some work."
Otherwise, Song Zhan's expression wouldn't be very pleasant.
Huang Ya nodded repeatedly, "Of course."
For several days in a row, Huang Ya enjoyed the blissful life of having a hot meal waiting for him when he got home from get off work.
He had been wanting to help with the work, but Song Juan simply wouldn't give him the chance.
Helpless, he could only help Song Zhan walk around the house.
Song Zhan can now stand up on his own and is very skilled at using crutches.
The snow kept falling outside, and Shen Wanjun wouldn't let him go out.
Shen Wanjun was pregnant and was not allowed to go out by Song Zhan.
In this family, only Song Juan is busy with everything.
Song Juan is busy every day, but she doesn't feel tired at all; in fact, she feels very happy.
Being able to take care of her brother and sister-in-law and help them out, she felt that she was a useful person and not just a freeloader.
In Song Zhan's family, the only one who's truly living off others is Huang Ya.
Huang Ya tried to keep herself busy, sometimes helping Song Zhan walk around, and sometimes running off to help Song Juan.
In her spare time, she would pull Shen Wanjun aside to take her pulse.
"Your pulse is very stable, it's best not to share a bed with me," Huang Ya advised.
Shen Wanjun is more than three months pregnant and has entered a stable period.
But Song Zhan's leg wasn't fully healed yet, and he was afraid that Song Zhan might not be careful and might accidentally crush Shen Wanjun.
Shen Wanjun blushed. Although she and Song Zhan shared a bed every day and occasionally indulged in their own ways, they only went so far as to stop there.
To this day, they have not consummated their marriage.
Song Zhan would hold her and kiss her for a long time every night, trying to restrain himself while also being unable to control himself.
I always feel so uncomfortable holding it in, and I have to take a cold shower before bed.
Shen Wanjun was afraid that if he kept bottling things up like this, he might develop some serious illness.
She pouted and said, "I'd like to."
Huang Ya: ...
What did he hear? What inappropriate things did his sister-in-law say?
He shouldn't be at Song Zhan's house; he should be at the hospital.
Someone please save him.
Huang Ya opened his mouth, unsure how to respond.
Shen Wanjun changed the subject, saying, "I'd like to eat sauerkraut dumplings instead."
If she doesn't say something soon, Huang Ya might be scared to death.
He's a doctor; what kind of people hasn't he seen, what kind of things hasn't he heard? Why is he reacting so strongly?
Huang Ya is indeed quite knowledgeable, but he has never seen a delicate woman say such bold things.
Those who are outspoken and like to make crude remarks are either men or older women.
Huang Ya enjoyed a few more good days at Shen Wanjun's house. One night, someone suddenly ran into the yard and stole honeycomb briquettes.
He caught him on the spot, grabbed him by the neck, and dragged him into the room.
The lights were turned on, and Shen Wanjun put on her clothes, only to see a little girl in complete darkness.
The dirty clothes, thin and worn, hung on his body, and the thin man swayed in them.
"Let her go," Shen Wanjun said. The child was still young; she must have been sent by an adult.
The little girl looked surprised; this pretty auntie was so kind.
Song Juan brought over two meat buns and gave them to her.
The little girl's frightened and helpless expression reminded me of my own childhood.
She was incredibly grateful that her mother had sent her here; otherwise, she probably would have ended up like this, barely clothed and unable to get a hot meal.
"This looks like Old Liu's child."
Old Liu is a cook; he prepares meals in the canteen.
The family had a bunch of children, all girls.
"Go back now. Stealing is wrong. Don't come back next time."
Shen Wanjun let the little girl go and even gave her a few steamed buns.
Song Zhan said, "If you do this, she'll probably come again next time."
Huang Ya nodded: "As long as the honeycomb briquettes are there, someone will come to steal them."
Shen Wanjun sighed. She wanted to put them all into her space, but that wasn't realistic.
"Dr. Huang, you're bleeding!" Song Juan exclaimed, and quickly brought a band-aid to put on him.
Huang Ya raised his injured hand and said, "If it weren't for me today, you would have suffered huge losses."
He tried hard to prove that he was also a useful person.
"Yes, yes, you're right, stop shaking it," Song Juan said with disdain, "If you shake it any more it will cause more bleeding."
——
Hao Mei is having a really tough time lately; she's received another letter of complaint against Shen Wanjun.
This time, the issue of Shen Wanjun's status as a capitalist's daughter was not mentioned, nor was it about her lifestyle.
The letter said that Shen Wanjun was a special agent, and that she had wronged her aunt by crying wolf last time.
The letter also mentioned that the evidence was hidden in the honeycomb briquettes in Shen Wanjun's house.
Hao Mei didn't want to search Song Zhan's house again. They hadn't found anything the previous times, and if they went again this time, Song Zhan would probably lose his temper again.
Song Zhan has questioned her work ability more than once, and Hao Mei is now inexplicably a little afraid of him.
Deputy Political Commissar Zhou Lan said, "Search, go search now."
This is no small matter; we'd rather arrest a thousand innocent people than let one guilty person go free.
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