Chen Shanhe stepped forward, opened his arms and hugged Jiang Shiyue and Yangyang, and said, "How about you and your son make a wish together?!"
Jiang Shiyue held Yangyang on her lap and closed her eyes with him. When Yangyang opened his eyes, she blew out the candle with him.
Chen Shanhe held Yangyang's hand and cut the first piece of cake. Instead of handing it to Wu Xiu'e as usual, he gave it to Yangyang and pointed at Jiang Shiyue, saying, "Give it to Mom first! Your birthday is the most painful day for Mom."
For the first time, Yangyang didn't hesitate at all. He held the cake in his two little hands and raised it in front of Jiang Shiyue as if presenting a treasure.
"Thank you!" Jiang Shiyue felt a pang of sadness in her heart.
Under Yangyang's eager gaze, Jiang Shiyue took a small bite of the cake, touched Yangyang's head, and praised with a smile: "It's so sweet!"
None of the expensive cakes she had eaten in her previous life were as sweet as this one.
The corners of Yangyang's mouth rose slightly.
A very shallow smile.
Jiang Shiyue's eyes widened in surprise, and then she smiled even more happily.
Chen Shanhe also saw Yangyang's smile, and he, who usually did not show his emotions on his face, could not help but raise his lips.
Chen Shanhe gave the second piece of cake to Yangyang, but Yangyang gave it to Wu Xiu'e.
Yangyang gave the third piece of cake to Chen Shanhe.
I gave the fourth piece to myself.
Zhao Caifeng was angry: "The ungrateful little ungrateful kid!"
The last piece of cake was given to her.
Although she was angry, Zhao Caifeng still took the cake and ate it with big mouthfuls.
This is the first time I have eaten something so delicious in my decades of life.
Very soft and sweet.
**
The two-layer cake was too much for them to finish and was not suitable for storage.
Jiang Shiyue suggested that Yangyang could share the cake with the friends he wanted.
Yangyang agreed.
Jiang Shiyue accompanied Yangyang to deliver cakes to other families in the family compound. Chen Shanhe took half and sent it to the camp for the brothers to share. He also sent Wu Xiu'e and Zhao Caifeng to the guesthouse.
When Chen Shanhe came back, Jiang Shiyue had already washed and put away the dishes and wiped the table clean.
She was sitting at the table teaching Yangyang how to write.
Chen Shanhe didn't rush in and stood at the door.
The dim light from the tungsten filament bulb shone on Jiang Shiyue and Yangyang, giving them a layer of warm light.
The mother and daughter pressed their heads together.
"Look, a, a, a..."
Jiang Shiyue held Yangyang's hand and taught him how to write stroke by stroke.
She took good care of her hair, but one strand was disobedient. She tucked it behind her ear, but it kept sliding down and hanging to one side.
Her long black hair, as smooth as fine silk, made her face look whiter and her profile more graceful.
It's so beautiful that you can't take your eyes off it.
A very heartwarming scene.
Chen Shanhe leaned against the door frame, and the corners of his lips couldn't help but rise.
This is what a home should look like, right?!
Jiang Shiyue accidentally looked up and saw Chen Shanhe and said, "Huh?" "When did you come back?"
"Just got back." Chen Shanhe stood up, walked into the house and sat at the table.
Jiang Shiyue gestured for Yangyang to go to bed and read. "Writing is not something that can be mastered overnight. Study it tomorrow. It's time to go to bed today. Besides, the light is a little dim, which is not good for your eyes."
Yangyang nodded and went to bed to look up his Xinhua Dictionary.
Jiang Shiyue: “…”
So if writing is bad for your eyes, just look at a dictionary?
Jiang Shiyue walked up silently, took away Yangyang's book, and covered him with a thin blanket.
The room was filled with ice buckets, not hot.
"What does Sister Wang Hong want you to do today?"
"Let me tell you something."
Chen Shanhe and Jiang Shiyue spoke at the same time.
Jiang Shiyue waved her hand, "Then we are talking about the same thing."
She conveyed Wang Hong's words.
Chen Shanhe frowned, and a sharp look flashed in his eyes.
"How about I escort them home?" Jiang Shiyue said hesitantly, "It's better to be safe than sorry."
With Zhao Caifeng's character, she is capable of doing such a wicked thing.
She and Chen Shanhe are still husband and wife and have common obligations. Chen Shanhe's job is not free, so she has to go.
Chen Shanhe shook his head and nodded. "Let's go back together."
"Ah? Are you so free?" Just leave when you want?
Chen Shanhe didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "How is that possible? We have a period of home leave every year. But we need to apply for it in advance. I haven't had a day off in the past two years. I'll try to apply for leave tomorrow."
He paused, then hesitated, "If... I mean, if I really can't take leave, I really have to trouble you to come..."
Chen Shanhe stopped here and frowned.
Jiang Shiyue is beautiful, but her safety is a problem even when she goes out on her own. Wouldn't it be even more dangerous to escort her mother and sister-in-law?!
Chen Shanhe thought about this and shook his head, "Forget it, if I can't go back, I'll think of other ways!"
Jiang Shiyue couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when she heard Chen Shanhe directly give up the idea of letting her escort Wu Xiu'e and Zhao Caifeng back to their hometown alone.
The gap between 1978 and 2018 is not just the forty years, but also the difference in public security.
Decades later, with the crackdown on pornography and illegal publications, public security has improved and it is now normal for a girl to go out alone.
But in 1978, the economy broke through the soil like a seed sprouting in spring, and was about to grow in the wind.
Likewise, weeds and pests will grow.
It's hard to guard against scammers and thieves at the train station, and it's inevitable that you'll encounter human traffickers again.
What bothered Jiang Shiyue the most was that in 1978, aviation was still under military control, and ordinary people could not take a plane even if they had money.
Not to mention airplanes, even sleeper berths are not something you can buy whenever you want.
Only those who have reached a certain rank in the unit can buy a sleeper berth.
There is no high-speed rail yet and the trains have not been sped up.
Jiang Shiyue felt a headache just thinking about having to sway on the hard-seat green train for two or three days.
Seeing Jiang Shiyue's obviously relieved expression, Chen Shanhe said with a smile: "Nothing good can stop you from getting up early. You are so attentive, is there anything you need my help with?"
"Captain Chen is indeed very intelligent." Jiang Shiyue moved the bench she was sitting on and moved closer to Chen Shanhe. "It's not a big deal. With your intelligence, Captain Chen, it's just a matter of raising your hand."
Chen Shanhe didn't buy Jiang Shiyue's tricks and tapped the table lightly with his fingers. "Let's get down to business."
It's obvious that he has never flattered anyone. It's so stiff and unbearable to listen to.
Jiang Shiyue corrected the attitude of the second party, cooperated very humbly, and said, "Draw the clothing design."
Chen Shanhe: “…”
Before Chen Shanhe could refuse, Jiang Shiyue quickly added, "You don't have to draw faces! Just mark the dimensions of the geometric figures like you would an airplane design."
Jiang Shiyue's face was very close to Chen Shanhe.
She almost lay on the table, looking up at him.
The big black eyes are very lively, with a kind of flattery that is irresistible.
Although he had known Jiang Shiyue for almost four years, Chen Shanhe felt like he was seeing this face for the first time.
Especially recently, Jiang Shiyue seems like a different person.
If you need wisdom, be wise; if you need eloquence, be eloquent.
He can persuade people with gentle words, but he can also attack violently and hurt people.
He always laughs and never suffers any loss.
It's obviously the same skin. I used to think she was beautiful, but it's hard to like her with a mean face.
Now……
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