When Yin Ran returned to the army, he was extremely upset when he thought about how he had given so many instructions but was still stood up.
At this time, Bai Shengsheng walked out of the military ward and saw Yin Ran still holding the exquisite gift box in his hand. She asked in surprise.
"Isn't this the gift you gave to Song Zhiqing? Why didn't you give it away?"
Hearing this, Yin Ran's expression turned even uglier. He grumbled with his handsome face, "What's the point of sending a gift? She stood me up. I don't know where she went."
Yin Ran became extremely annoyed when he thought that Song Zhi was still the same as he was in the compound and didn't take his words to heart at all.
He put a lot of thought into this farewell, but the other party just stood him up without a word.
Bai Shengsheng looked at Yin Ran in surprise, who looked annoyed. She didn't expect that his confession was unsuccessful.
A trace of regret flashed through her heart, but she still comforted him gently: "It's okay, don't be discouraged. Maybe Song Zhiqing was just delayed because of something. You can give it to her next time."
Yin Ran hung his head dejectedly and only responded in a muffled voice.
As the two were talking, they saw a dusty man in casual clothes walking in from outside.
There were a few snowflakes on the shoulders of his coat, and there was even a little mud on the corners of his clothes. No one knew where the mud came from so late at night.
His hair, which was usually neat and tidy, now looked a little messy.
It was as if he had hurried out and then hurried back.
Bai Shengsheng glanced at him suspiciously, then asked with a smile, "Jun He, where have you been? The temperature outside is so low, it's not good for your wound."
"Just strolling around." Tang Junhe explained lightly.
After saying that, he walked towards his room.
The moment they passed by, Yin Ran felt the cold air brought by him. He looked at his back strangely and muttered something in a low voice.
"Doesn't he never go out at night?"
A thought suddenly popped up in his head. Could it be that Tang Junhe also went to join in the fun and watch a movie?
As soon as this thought came out, it was extinguished by Yin Ran the next second.
He knew Tang Junhe's personality and he would definitely not join in the fun.
But if that's the case, then where did he go at this late hour?
Yin Ran stared at Tang Junhe's back, and for some reason he had a vague sense of foreboding in his heart.
Time passed quickly and the New Year was approaching. Just as Rong Zhengqing had said, train tickets to go home were hard to come by. Although Song Zhi did not give up and kept trying hard to get a ticket, he still couldn't get one until the New Year was approaching.
Song Zhi had no choice but to send a telegram to Song Anshan to tell him that he could not go home for the New Year.
"Song Zhi, are you going out?"
Early in the morning, when Nie Jinmei got up, she saw Song Zhi wrapped up into a ball and wearing a headscarf. It seemed that she was going out, so she asked.
"Yeah, my dad sent me a telegram a couple of days ago saying he sent me some stuff at the post office. I went to see if I saw it."
Song Zhi nodded, put on a pair of gloves, then wrapped his clothes tightly and walked outside.
"Do you want me to accompany you?" Nie Jinmei asked quickly.
"No need. It's so cold. You can just rest at home. I'll be back soon." Song Zhi shook her head. She didn't want to trouble Nie Jinmei to follow her again.
The weather was too cold, and Nie Jinmei really didn't want to go out, but seeing Song Zhi all alone, she felt a little uneasy.
"Can you get it back by yourself? Or should I go with you?"
"Really."
Song Zhi refused again.
Although her father did say that he had sent her a lot of food and daily necessities, if there were a lot of things, even if Nie Jinmei accompanied him, the two of them wouldn't be able to take much. If there were only a few things, there was no need for her to go.
Seeing her insistence, Nie Jinmei couldn't follow her any further and said, "Well, if you can't get it back, come back and call us, and we'll help you move it."
"good."
Song Zhi nodded and walked slowly to the post office alone.
When she arrived at the post office and asked, a courier quickly said, "Song Zhi, right? Your things have arrived. You can take them back quickly."
As he spoke, the courier counted out all her things. Looking at her frail little girl, he kindly said, "You have so many things. I'm afraid you, a little girl, can't carry them back. Why don't you leave them here first while you go back and call some helpers to help you carry them?"
"No, let me take a look first."
Song Zhi looked at the pile of things he had, feeling both happy and troubled.
Song Anshan sent her so many things that they covered almost everything. Basically, he sent her everything he could think of.
Piled on the ground were two thick quilts, five pounds of malt sugar, five pounds of roasted peanuts, and five cans of malted milk.
Song Zhi squatted down to check and soon found a small cloth bag from between the two quilts. The bag was full of industrial coupons and rice coupons.
There were also two brand new cotton-padded jackets, obviously prepared for her and Song Ruanruan.
"Here's another telegram of yours."
Seeing that she had almost finished counting the things, the postman gave her another telegram.
Song Zhi knew at a glance that it was given to her by her father.
"Give it to Song Ruanruan?" Song Zhi finished reading the telegram, a hint of sarcasm in his eyes, "Dad still cares about her, but this mother and daughter have been plotting against him."
She sighed twice in annoyance.
I was thinking that I must find an opportunity to teach my father a lesson and stop being so nice to this mother and daughter.
Song Anshan has been so good to them over the years. Even though he favors Song Zhi a little in his heart, he has never treated Song Ruanruan and the others unfairly in terms of food, clothing and other expenses. Whatever Song Zhi has, Song Ruanruan will also have.
After reading the telegram, Song Zhi could tell from her father's words that Song Ruanruan probably did not tell her family about her injury.
Song Zhi thought that she was probably afraid, after all, she deserved to be injured.
If she hadn't abandoned me and I hadn't been unlucky, how could I have been knocked down the mountain by a wild boar?
"Excuse me, I want to reply to a telegram."
Song Zhi took a deep breath and sent another telegram to Song Anshan, telling him that he had got the things and that he was safe.
Then he looked at the postman again and said a little embarrassedly, "Can I borrow your bicycle? I'll take the things back and send the bicycle over."
Before the postman could speak, she quickly said, "I'm not borrowing it for free. I can pay rent, is that okay?"
The postman couldn't bear to refuse the fair and tender girl's request, so he lent her the bicycle without saying a word.
Song Zhi happily took out the sack that he had prepared long ago and put all the things into it.
With the help of the postman, he secured the sack to the back seat of the bicycle and rode back.
She would never share her things with Song Ruanruan, because Song Ruanruan didn't deserve it at all.
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