An Hua didn't expect that the Qi family who wanted to find a back door could still find her unit.
The person who came was not Qi Zhijian, but Qi Zhijian's lover Chunxue.
Haruyuki is a woman in her forties with a scholarly air.
An Hua later heard from Xiao Zheng that the marriage between Qi Zhijian and his wife was quite similar to that between her and Xiao Zheng.
Qi Zhijian was an officer from the countryside, and Chunxue came from a family of scholars, so they were able to get what they wanted from each other. During the movement, Chunxue's parents passed away, but with Qi Zhijian's protection, Chunxue survived safely.
An Hua didn't know who Chunxue was at first, but when Chunxue introduced himself, she instantly became alert.
She roughly guessed the purpose of Haruyuki's visit and felt disgusted. Just when she was about to find words to get rid of him, Haruyuki put the rectangular box in his hand on the table without saying a word and opened it.
An Hua looked subconsciously.
It is a vertical scroll of landscape painting, with harmonious and cool brushwork and a coherent artistic conception. At first glance, the signature looks like the two words "cry".
An Hua's eyes moved.
Her eyesight was not as good as An Bohuai's, and she couldn't tell whether it was authentic or fake.
Chunxue seemed to see through her thoughts and said, "I can guarantee that this is an authentic work of Bada Shanren. It was passed down to me by my father. He didn't leave me many things, and this is the most precious one."
Chunxue then looked at Anhua and said, "If you like it, I'll give it to you."
An Hua smiled and said, "There is no such thing as a free lunch. I dare not accept this gift."
Chunxue was a little anxious. "You know what I want to ask for? My child is on the front line. It's not a big deal that he has to endure hardships. But I'm worried that guns don't have eyes. If something happens to him, how are his father and I going to survive? We only have this one son..."
An Hua couldn't help but say, "If you love your son so much, you shouldn't send him to the army. If you send him to the army, you should be prepared to put your life at risk."
Chunxue suddenly started crying, "We didn't want to send him to the army. Even if we wanted him to join the army, we would definitely arrange for him to be as close to us as possible. But he was rebellious and wanted to be far away from us, so he went to the south. Who knew he would encounter a war? Now he's scared..."
"Stop it, don't cry in front of me. If you leave soon, people at work will think I did something to you."
Haruyuki quickly wiped his tears and stopped crying.
"Deputy Commander Xiao is my Qi Zhijian's old leader, and he has always taken good care of my Qi Zhijian, so we shamelessly came to him... Comrade An Hua, please help us put in a few good words in front of Deputy Commander Xiao."
"Old Xiao has rejected Qi Zhijian, you know that, right?"
Chunxue nodded. "That's why I came to see you. Deputy Commander Xiao and his wife are deeply in love, and everyone knows it. I believe what you said, there must be some strength in his eyes."
It's no secret that Xiao Zheng is a wife slave.
In the military compound alone, there were countless people who wanted to establish connections with An Hua, but Chun Xue was the first one who wanted to use An Hua's back door.
"Comrade An Hua, you are also a mother, you should be able to understand my feelings..." Chun Xue put the painting on the table back into the box, pushed it in front of An Hua, her eyes were earnest, accurately conveying the feeling of a mother who would give anything for her child.
Not only are they giving me expensive ancient paintings, but they are also playing the emotional card, which is really hard to resist.
But An Hua remained unmoved, "Go ahead, I can't do this."
Chunxue was stunned. Looking at Anhua's reaction, she had originally thought there was a chance. How, how come she was wrong?
"Comrade Chunxue, no matter what your son's motivation is for joining the army, he has to fulfill his duty once he puts on that uniform. There are so many soldiers on the battlefield. If you transfer him away from the front line alone, how will the other soldiers feel? Wouldn't that shake the morale of the army? Old Xiao would never do such a thing."
Chunxue wanted to say something, but An Hua raised her hand to interrupt her, "It's not that I'm talking without any worries. If it was our own child, I believe his father would never use his power to support him to be a deserter."
Chunxue died in a dejected state, taking with him the painting by Bada Shanren.
After An Hua returned home, she reported the incident to Xiao Zheng, and then looked at him eagerly.
Xiao Zheng was puzzled for a moment, looking at him for what?
But soon, he reacted, cleared his throat, and said exaggeratedly: "Oh my, my wife was not corrupted by money and resisted the enemy's sugar-coated bullets. She is simply a role model among family members! I, Xiao Zheng, am so lucky to marry such a virtuous wife!"
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