◎First update◎
Seeing that Xu Shengjie had been holding an enamel cup for a long time and had not come out, Liang Baozhen got up and went into the house to look for him. She saw him standing in front of the desk, with his tall and broad back facing her.
"What's wrong? You didn't miss the enamelware cup, did you?"
"I've found it, what are you looking at?" Liang Baozhen walked closer and found that Xu Shengjie was holding a piece of paper with a few words on it. She leaned over to take a look and saw a very explicit sentence!
"Where did this come from?" Liang Baozhen had never heard such words before. What went through her mind?
"It's in your notebook." Xu Shengjie handed the note to Liang Baozhen, looked at the word "He" at the bottom of the note, and looked his wife up and down, "Is this a love poem written for you?"
"How would I know?" Liang Baozhen didn't know how such a piece of paper appeared in her notebook, and what was written on it?
what?
The memory goes back to three years ago, when Liang Baozhen had just graduated from high school. Before leaving school, classmates from the town's high school said goodbye to her one after another. At that time, the class monitor He Guangsheng borrowed his notebook and returned it not long after.
However, Liang Baozhen never opened it again. After graduation, she kept the book at home along with other books, and it was only discovered accidentally today.
He Guangsheng, the class monitor in high school, looked gentle and polite, but he actually wrote such a love poem for her? Liang Baozhen thought of his appearance and always felt that it was not suitable.
Xu Shengjie raised his eyebrows after hearing this, pulled out a chair and sat down, looking at this scene of love poetry with some annoyance, "Who is this person? It seems that you remember it very clearly."
"How can I remember it clearly?" Liang Baozhen wondered why Xu Shengjie suddenly became childish. "I can't even remember his face now. I just remember that he was quite thin and always liked to wear a white shirt. He seemed to look good..."
"Ahem." Xu Shengjie clenched his fists and coughed twice. His eyes were full of threats as he looked at his wife. He looked good? It was irritating to the ears.
"You are really petty!" Liang Baozhen reached out and pinched Xu Shengjie's waist, laughing and scolding him, "Why didn't I notice that you were like this before?"
"Am I so petty? This love poem was delivered to your door, and I returned it to you intact without tearing it up or throwing it away. Am I not generous enough?"
"Okay, okay, you're not so petty, okay?"
"Wait a minute, you said you never saw the love poem. Does that mean if you had seen it, you might have gotten together with him?"
Liang Baozhen: "..."
"How did you get that?" Liang Baozhen felt Xu Shengjie's powerful associative ability for the first time, but it seemed like she had never seen him like this before. When had she ever seen him like this before? She pulled out another chair and sat down, then leaned over and whispered, "Are you jealous?"
"Humph~" Xu Shengjie snorted with disdain, "This kind of love poem is too vulgar, and it doesn't conform to the teachings of our great leader at all. How could I be so jealous?"
What he said sounded righteous, but it was dry and seemed unconvincing.
Liang Baozhen found those words a bit corny. She and He Guangsheng had always been friendly classmates. God knew why this man would suddenly write a love poem to her. Moreover, if this note had been discovered three years ago, she might have been accused of having sexual problems, and she might have been investigated and criticized. Writing love poems was too petty bourgeois.
I can only be thankful that no one noticed it at that time, including myself.
Of course, if she had discovered it at that time, she would have burned it immediately, otherwise it would have left a handle.
"This is vulgar, then what is not vulgar?" Liang Baozhen poked Xu Shengjie's hard arm with her index finger, "Say something to me."
Xu Shengjie turned his head and looked at Liang Baozhen. Looking at her gentle eyebrows and her lively almond eyes which were full of his own image, he had never said any love poems or love words in his life.
But now that someone has ruined the place and hit him on the head, Xu Shengjie's Adam's apple rolled, his eyes were firm, and he remembered the oath he made under the red flag when he joined the army. He said solemnly: "I will use everything to protect the country, and I will also use everything to protect you."
Liang Baozhen stared at Xu Shengjie in a daze. He basically wore the factory's work clothes when he was at work, and wore an olive green military uniform on his days off. At this moment, he was wearing a military uniform, his thin lips moved slightly, his eyes were deep and bright, and he slowly uttered such a vow, like a solemn promise. Although he didn't say a word of love or like, it made her heart beat faster, thump thump.
This person didn't say any love poems, so why is it so embarrassing?
"Shanshan seems to be crying. I'll go out and take a look." The chair was pulled away with a rustling sound. Liang Baozhen, whose heart was pounding at Xu Shengjie's oath, ran away in panic with a red face, leaving the house under the pretext of being a lady.
Shanshan, who was in her grandmother's arms at the moment, was very happy: "..." Did I cry? How come I didn't know?
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The next day, when Liang Baozhen woke up, there was no one beside her. Xu Shengjie always got up early and often went for a run or exercise in the morning. This was a habit he had developed after serving in the army for many years.
Walking out of the bedroom, Liang Baozhen was half asleep and preparing to brush her teeth and wash her face. She had to go back to work today. The child was still sleeping. There was milk powder at home, so Zhou Yuncheng took on the responsibility of taking care of his great-grandson.
While brushing her teeth, Liang Baozhen listened to the busy sounds of various households in the large compound. There was the sound of water spitting out when people filled the water bottles for brushing their teeth, the sound of water splashing when washing their faces with tap water, and the voices of aunts yelling at their children to eat well. Liang Baozhen finished brushing her teeth and was washing her face when she suddenly felt that something was wrong with the people around her.
Why is there so much white next to it? Every day when we go to work at the National Cotton Mill, we all wear blue work clothes.
Xu Shengjie, who was cooking porridge by the stove, was wearing a white shirt. He held a spoon in his hand and scooped the porridge into five bowls. Facing the gaze from his wife, he also looked back and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Isn't it Monday? You're not wearing overalls?"
"Put it on. Change it before you go out." Xu Shengjie left with the porcelain bowls and placed them one by one on the dining table, leaving Liang Baozhen alone in the yard to ponder.
"Tsk tsk, Xu Shengjie you are so narrow-minded!" She shouted with a smile, unable to hold back her laughter. She had just casually said that her old classmate He Guangsheng liked to wear white shirts and looked good, and that was just an ordinary and normal comment!
However, Xu Shengjie looked really handsome in the rare white shirt he wore, a different kind of handsomeness from when he wore the green military uniform. If Xu Shengjie in the green military uniform was handsome and tall, like a poplar tree stationed in the army, then Xu Shengjie in the white shirt had a bit of elegance. The white color of the shirt softened his tough temperament and added a bit of handsomeness to him.
While eating, Liang Baozhen couldn't help but look at him a few times, secretly thinking that she had very good taste!
Xu Shengjie felt satisfied when he saw the look in his wife's eyes. Before leaving for the National Cotton Mill, he changed into his blue work clothes again, folded his white shirt into a tofu shape and put it back in the closet. It was better to put this great contributor to rest.
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As soon as Liang Baozhen returned to the factory office, she was surrounded by other employees asking about her child. Many of them who were already experienced mothers were busy sharing their experiences with her, sharing everything from feeding to changing diapers. As they chatted, they began to complain about the hardships of raising children. They all said that the younger the child, the more difficult it is to take care of him/her, and they looked forward to having more freedom when the child grows up.
"It will take a long time for our Shanshan to grow up and go to primary school." Liang Baozhen simply couldn't imagine it, but six or seven years, six or seven years seems like a very long number.
"No, you'll see. Children change every day. In the blink of an eye, they will be able to go to primary school."
"In the blink of an eye, I'll be able to go to middle school."
"If you blink a few more times, you'll be married and become a mother."
"Oh, look at what you said, this life is almost over, isn't it?"
"No, life goes by fast."
Liang Baozhen listened to everyone's jokes and casual conversations, and soon adapted to life in the factory.
She was delayed for more than a month due to giving birth and confinement, so the radio station asked the previous employee who was transferred to the archives room to come back and take over.
Now that Liang Baozhen is back, she continues to do her old business.
After reading the radio program at noon, Liang Baozhen went to the cafeteria to eat. At this time, most of the workers had finished eating, and there were still some workers who had arrived later.
But we arrived too late, and all the good dishes were gone, leaving only the less popular ones at the bottom of the big bowl. There was no way to choose at this time, so we just ate whatever we wanted.
Ding Xiaoxia was still in the cafeteria getting her meal. When she saw Liang Baozhen coming, she quickly handed her aluminum lunch box over to her, "Baozhen is here? Here's your meal."
Whenever Xu Shengjie didn't have time to have lunch with Liang Baozhen, he would put Liang Baozhen's lunch box over to him and ask Ding Xiaoxia to reserve food for her in advance, which were all the best dishes of the day.
"Thank you, Auntie!"
The most difficult thing for Liang Baozhen to adapt to after returning to work was eating. After all, she had been at home during her confinement period and had eaten whenever she wanted with her daughter, so she got used to it. Now she had to wait until after 12:30 to eat, and her stomach was already growling with hunger.
When she opened the lid of the lunch box, the food was still steaming. Today there was fried tofu and stewed beef with potatoes, served with two steamed buns. It smelled so good that Liang Baozhen immediately picked up her chopsticks and started eating.
She sat alone at a table, eating her meal. Halfway through, she remembered that she had forgotten to bring her enamel cup, and now she was a little choked.
"Would you like a soda?" Wang Xin suddenly sat next to Liang Baozhen holding a bottle of Arctic soda.
"How do you know I'm thirsty right now!" Liang Baozhen smiled and waved her hand at Wang Xin, then unscrewed the cap of the soda bottle and took a sip.
In the summer, icy, refreshing soda is a lifesaver!
"Sister Baozhen, you don't look like you've given birth to a child, do you?"
"Was it painful when giving birth?"
“That’s so tiring!”
Wang Xin asked Liang Baozhen a thousand questions. Liang Baozhen was married, but she had no children yet, so Wang Xin was naturally curious and a little scared.
"It was painful anyway." Liang Baozhen had complicated feelings that could not be explained in a few words, but the girl was well-behaved and lovely, and now people could stop thinking about the pain.
"Your daughter must be the same as you!"
"Yes, he really looks like me. Unfortunately, I don't have any photos of him when I was a child. My mom said he is very similar."
"Fortunately, you gave birth smoothly." Wang Xin couldn't help but sigh when he thought of the gossip he heard some time ago.
"What do you mean?" Liang Baozhen always felt that there was something else behind her words.
"Do you remember Tumin in the carding room? The female worker whose due date is about the same as yours."
"Remember." Liang Baozhen was planning to visit her in a few days, but she didn't know who would be the husband in the end.
"Her child had heart problems when he was born. He almost died and stayed in the hospital's incubator for a long time."
"Ah?" Liang Baozhen thought of the baby, such a small piece of flesh, how uncomfortable it must have been to be sick right after birth, and unable to even express the pain. "How is it now?"
"I don't know. I heard it's very difficult. I don't know why, but her child is always hard to raise. I heard yesterday that the union chairman is going to take someone to see her, and then give some money to help her. After all, it's too expensive to stay in the hospital."
Tu Min and his wife are both factory employees, so it is not uncommon for them to encounter such a thing. The union usually helps as much as it can, so they apply for some assistance from the factory.
Speaking of congenital heart disease, Liang Baozhen thought of Xu Shengya's physical condition. Although she seemed to be fine over the past year, there was no guarantee that there might be any hidden dangers. She still had to go to the hospital for regular check-ups.
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