Chapter 70 My brother is being taken care of by me and my sister-in-law.
"I understand." Shen Wanjun neither agreed nor refused.
Song Juan opened the courtyard gate: "Comrade Bai, please."
Bai Lu gave an awkward laugh: "Comrade Song... I'm leaving."
Bai Lu left Song Zhan's house, covering her face and running while crying.
Passersby who didn't know the situation might have thought Song Zhan had done something to her.
Song Juan stood at the gate of the courtyard and said loudly, "Comrade Bai, take care. My brother is being taken care of by me and my sister-in-law, so you don't need to worry about him."
Hearing her say that, everyone had an expression of sudden realization.
I thought she was a pitiful girl being bullied, but I never expected her to be a vixen.
Song Zhan has a wife, and Shen Wanjun is pregnant. What's the meaning of her still clinging to him?
That afternoon, someone wrote an anonymous letter reporting Bai Lu.
That same night, Bai Lu was summoned for questioning by Political Commissar Hao, who subtly advised her to stay away from Song Zhanzhan.
Bai Lu looked aggrieved and repeatedly protested, saying that she was only concerned about her comrades.
Hao Mei said directly, "Comrade Song Zhan doesn't need your concern."
"If you really want to care about your comrades, then care about the elderly living alone in the nursing home."
Bai Lu was completely speechless. Hao Mei didn't tolerate her at all and directly entrusted her with the care of all the elderly people in the yard who couldn't take care of themselves.
So, Bai Lu worked at the school during the day and after get off work, she would carry a bucket of water and go door-to-door to clean and cook.
Dang Xianghong immediately told Shen Wanjun about this, and Shen Wanjun said, "Political Commissar Hao is quite resourceful."
She would never treat her own younger sister like that.
He was always accurate when it came to Bai Lu.
Dang Xianghong then revealed another piece of information: "You've met Hao Yan's husband, haven't you?"
"I've seen him once, what happened to him?"
“He went to Political Commissar Hao a couple of days ago and asked him to arrange a job for him in the compound.”
"Isn't he a teacher in the village?" Shen Wanjun didn't understand; it's not like he's unemployed.
Dang Xianghong scoffed, "You don't know this, do you? A teacher in the village only earns a few dollars a month. How can that compare to what's here?"
Shen Wanjun responded with an "oh," indicating that she genuinely didn't know.
"Did Political Commissar Hao agree?" Shen Wanjun suddenly lowered her voice and asked, "Sister Hong, do you think Political Commissar Hao wants to get rid of Bai Lu?"
In that case, Hao Yan's husband, Wang Ming, would have a chance.
There aren't any extra teachers in the compound right now, so it's really not easy to squeeze someone in.
"It's better to get rid of her, so that that little vixen won't be hanging around in front of you every day." Dang Xianghong didn't like Bai Lu at all.
Bai Lu wants me to attend that party, should I go or not?
Go ahead, it feels like I'm falling into Bai Lu's trap.
She wouldn't do something like making her a clown to highlight Bai Lu.
If I don't go, what if this party is very important? Not attending could affect Song Zhan's career.
“Go ahead, she can’t eat you.” Dang Xianghong said, “I’ll go with you, and then we’ll do a big chorus.”
"I can't dance, but I'm okay at singing. Let's pick an upbeat song."
Dang Xianghong patted Shen Wanjun's hand: "I participate in this kind of thing every year, don't worry."
It's just for fun, we'll get through it.
"Oh my, it's snowing, and it's snowing heavily." Dang Xianghong stood up, and Shen Wanjun followed her out.
She stopped him, saying, "Don't come out, be careful not to slip."
"Okay, Sister Hong, take your time. By the way, have you pickled any vegetables yet?"
A few days ago, when Song Juan was pickling vegetables, Shen Wanjun told Dang Xianghong about it.
"It's being pickled," Dang Xianghong said, noting that Shen Wanjun also had a habit of pickling vegetables.
When she got home, she closed the doors and windows, opened the pickle jar, and saw that it was almost empty.
The snow outside was falling heavier and heavier. Dang Xianghong, having nothing to do, simply pickled two more large vats.
It snowed all night, and the weather cleared up the next morning.
Song Juan got up early to sweep snow in the yard. She had just cleared a path when she saw someone walking towards her in the vast white expanse.
The wind blew up his coat, and his face turned red from the cold, but he didn't care at all. He just casually smoked his cigarette and walked over, his footsteps crunching through the snow.
"Good morning, Comrade Song," Huang Ya greeted him casually.
Song Juan exclaimed in surprise, "Dr. Huang, what brings you here?"
Then, as if remembering something, she asked, "Could it be that there's something wrong with my brother's leg again?"
Two days ago, Huang Ya took Song Zhan for another check-up.
Huang Ya took out the examination report from her coat and showed it to Song Juan: "Look at these data, they're all fine, there's nothing wrong."
Song Juan couldn't understand it, but she still leaned in to take a few glances.
The densely packed small characters are enough to make one's head spin.
Dr. Huang may seem carefree and irresponsible, but no one can replace him in his work.
Huang Ya patted his chest and said, "Your brother will be able to stand up soon, believe me."
He brushed the snow off his clothes and said, "Juan'er, go and get two dishes and a bottle of wine. Let's celebrate properly today."
Song Zhan wheeled over, displeased, and said, "Don't call her so affectionately, she's my sister."
Huang Ya grinned and said, "Your sister is my sister too."
"No." Song Zhan said with a dark face.
Shen Wanjun brought over a cup of hot water, and Huang Ya changed his tune: "Comrade Song's sister is my sister."
Regardless, he treated Song Juan like his own sister.
Song Zhan said to Song Juan, "Don't listen to him. He has no right to order you around."
Do you think this is a state-run restaurant? You're ordering food right here?
Song Juan replied, "It's just a meal, brother, don't be so petty."
Huang Ya is a doctor, so it's always good to have a good relationship with doctors.
Song Juan quickly prepared the meal, a large table with meat, vegetables, soup, and a pot of wine.
Seeing the wine on the table, she asked in surprise, "Sister-in-law, when did you buy this wine?"
Neither her brother nor sister-in-law drinks alcohol, and she has never even touched that stuff; the family has never bought any.
Shen Wanjun shook her head: "I haven't gone out for the past two days. Your brother won't let me go out."
Song Zhan was worried about the slippery roads, so he told her to stay home and rest during her pregnancy.
"It's right not to go out; a fall could be troublesome." Huang Ya unusually sided with Song Zhan this time.
The two men joined forces, and Huang Ya chuckled and said, "I brought the wine."
"I won't drink," Song Zhan stated his position first.
"I can have a drink." Shen Wanjun picked up a small cup.
Song Zhan gave him a disapproving look: "You can't drink alcohol while pregnant."
Huang Ya nodded: "Battalion Commander Song is right."
Shen Wanjun could only eat her vegetables with dissatisfaction, wondering when her pregnancy would end.
While we were eating, it started snowing again.
Song Juan sighed, "Oh well, all that sweeping was for nothing."
In no time, the road surface was covered in silvery white again, and Huang Ya, on a whim, took Song Juan to build a snowman together.
Shen Wanjun was kept inside by Song Zhan and not allowed to leave, and he himself was in a wheelchair and could not easily go out either.
Song Juan and Huang Ya had a blast playing in the yard, building a row of snowmen.
The two of them, holding snowballs, started having a snowball fight again.
With a loud bang, Huang Ya's grip was too strong, and many of the honeycomb briquettes were knocked over.
Song Juan ran to pick it up and suddenly discovered a stack of newspapers.
"What's this?"
She muttered to herself, "Oh, it's a newspaper."
Just as he was about to throw it away, Huang Ya said, "What newspaper? Let me see it."
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