Chapter 91 If he's a brother, should I just stab him?!
“I…” Song Juan hesitated, “My sister-in-law said she would help me find a partner.”
It means letting Shen Wanjun make the decision.
Shen Wanjun: "Honey, nothing happened between them. I've already asked around."
Song Zhan didn't believe it and pointed at Huang Ya: "He already admitted it!"
"Admit what?" Song Juan was shocked. Nothing had happened between them.
He doesn't admit anything.
Huang Ya understood everything as soon as he saw Song Juan's expression.
His blank mind gradually cleared.
"I...we are innocent." He looked at Song Zhan: "Are you trying to frame me?"
"Didn't you just admit it?" Song Zhan persisted.
He was at a loss for words, unsure who to believe. Huang Ya had clearly admitted it, but Song Juan insisted that nothing had happened.
"Can't I...be confused?" Huang Ya tried hard to recall what happened last night.
He said earnestly, "Although I didn't do anything, I still made a mistake. I shouldn't have gone into Song Juan's room."
He then bowed to Song Juan and apologized, saying, "I'm sorry."
Song Juan was startled and quickly waved her hands: "No, don't apologize, it's my fault, I shouldn't have let you sleep in my room."
Song Zhan pulled Song Juan into the room and questioned her carefully until he was sure nothing had happened between them.
I can finally breathe a sigh of relief. That's great.
"Huang Ya, I'm not trying to be mean, but could you please drink less alcohol in the future?" Song Zhan's tone towards Huang Ya was still unpleasant.
"Okay, okay, I won't drink it anymore," Huang Ya quickly agreed.
Although Song Zhan is a bit fierce, he's not a bad person; he's the typical example of someone with a sharp tongue but a soft heart.
Huang Ya had figured out his personality; as long as Song Juan wasn't involved, he was relatively easy to talk to.
He had lived at Song Zhan's house for so long, and Song Zhan hadn't kicked him out.
Song Zhan thought that his constant targeting of Huang Ya would make Huang Ya feel like he was living under someone else's roof.
I thought he would be sensible and move out, but I didn't expect Huang Ya to treat him like a good brother.
That's what good brothers are like. No matter how much they complain, they always think about each other and will go to great lengths for each other in crucial moments.
Huang Ya looked at Shen Kun: "Brother, I'm really sorry to have you sleep with me."
Shen Kun rolled his eyes inwardly. Who said you're his brother?
But he said on the surface, "It's not crowded, it's fine."
He looked around and said with disdain, "In the end, it's still because this house is too small."
There are only three rooms, not enough room to sleep in.
Shen Wanjun: "Uncle, this is the biggest house that a battalion commander can apply for."
The organization also gave Song Zhan preferential treatment, while Zhang Guoqing, who was of the same rank, only had a two-room house.
Shen Kun said dismissively, "If he were a regimental commander or a high-ranking officer, his treatment would definitely be different."
"In the end, it's still because Song Zhan is no good!"
"What's wrong with me?!" Song Zhan said angrily.
He couldn't do it for a while, but now he can.
His wife was pregnant, so he didn't dare to go too far.
Once Shen Wanjun gives birth, she'll know just how capable he is.
Huang Ya laughed heartily and put a hand on Shen Kun's shoulder, saying, "Brother, a man can't say no."
Shen Kun pushed him away: "Men don't just casually make brothers."
"Brother, look at you, why are you being so formal? We're all brothers under the same roof."
Huang Ya was thick-skinned; no matter how much Shen Kun disliked him, he still insisted on being his brother.
Annoyed by his constant nagging, Shen Kun could only say, "Fine, fine, brother, whatever you say."
He was really afraid of this person; she was so fussy and indecisive.
Suddenly, as if by magic, Shen Kun pulled out a cage: "Wanwan, look what your uncle brought you?"
The cage door opened, and a pigeon flew out. After circling the room once, it landed steadily on Shen Kun's hand.
"Wow, so beautiful, is that a carrier pigeon?" Shen Wanjun asked.
My uncle wouldn't send a pigeon over for no reason, unless the pigeon is useful.
"Wanwan is so clever," Shen Kun said. "This little guy flies very fast; the broken bridge and collapsed road didn't affect him. From now on, I'll be able to receive your letters immediately."
Shen Wanjun nodded. These days, besides telephones, carrier pigeons are the fastest communication tool.
Ordinary families can barely afford to feed themselves, let alone raise such a precious creature.
The compound is mostly used for keeping cats and dogs.
Song Juan asked, "Sister-in-law, will this thing... be prohibited from being kept as a pet?"
She put it very tactfully, but in reality, raising pigeons can easily be interpreted as a capitalist practice.
“It’s alright, we’ll raise them secretly,” Shen Wanjun said.
Keep it in the backyard, and nobody will know.
Huang Ya frowned and said, "It's best not to raise them."
Shen Kun was displeased: "Brother, what do you mean?"
They were shamelessly trying to get close to him and call him brother, but now they're trying to sabotage him.
Is this how brothers act?
If he's a good brother, should I just stab him?!
Huang Ya: "Pigeons may carry viruses."
The group remained silent, but their expressions told Huang Ya that they didn't quite believe it.
"Viruses carried by pigeons, such as Salmonella, can be transmitted through feces and may cause diarrhea and fever."
"There are also cryptococci, chlamydia, toxoplasmosis, etc., which can cause respiratory infections, meningitis, influenza and other diseases."
Shen Kun said, "My family raises many, and I'm perfectly fine."
However, he could roughly understand that doctors are generally cautious; it's an occupational hazard for them.
"Besides, I'm not a wild pigeon, so I don't have that many diseases."
Huang Ya nodded: "Generally speaking, pigeons pose no threat to adults, but pregnant women have low immunity and are easily infected."
Shen Wanjun thought for a moment and said, "I won't have direct contact. How about letting others do the cleaning and feeding? Or I can wear a mask and gloves and wash my hands frequently. Would that be alright?"
She desperately needed this communication tool; the storm was already raging in the big cities, but it wasn't as noticeable in the compound and rural areas.
There are many things that cannot be told to Shen Kun over the phone, and writing letters is slow and may get lost.
Carrier pigeons are currently the best form of communication.
"This will reduce the probability of infection, but it cannot completely guarantee that you will not get infected."
Huang Ya's meaning was very clear: for safety reasons, it's best not to keep pigeons.
Shen Kun hesitated, "Then...maybe we should just forget about it."
My niece's health is naturally the most important thing.
"Let me rest in the backyard for now, Dr. Huang. I'm not that fragile," Shen Wanjun insisted.
Huang Ya couldn't argue with her, so she could only instruct Song Zhan and Song Juan: "Keep a close eye on the pigeons, and don't let your sister-in-law handle them herself."
Song Zhan nodded, "Don't worry about that." He definitely wouldn't let his wife do any work.
Song Juan said, "Leave it to me, I will definitely take good care of this little thing."
Shen Kun was fairly satisfied with the attitude of the brother and sister.
After breakfast, Shen Kun was called aside for a private talk by Shen Wanjun, while the others went about their own business.
"Wanwan, the Zhou, Qin, and Wang families in Shanghai have all been..."
The Zhou, Qin, and Wang families are all prominent families in Shanghai, second only to the Shen family in terms of wealth.
Shen Kun didn't finish speaking, but Shen Wanjun understood what he meant.
"Wanwan, you were so wise to let me and your grandpa come to Qin Province back then."
"Did you hear something beforehand?"
Shen Kun couldn't understand why Shen Wanjun had better access to information than he did.
He didn't think too much about it at the time, but now the more he thinks about it, the more he realizes that Shen Wanjun was very prescient.
This foresight far surpasses even that of someone who has spent years navigating the complexities of both the legitimate and criminal worlds.
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