Cui Wentao was stunned.
“Bang!”
A crisp slap broke the dead silence at the scene. Wu Biyun was furious and slapped Lin Zhe in the face. Before he could react, he slapped him in the opposite direction.
Two consecutive crisp slaps made the favored Lin Zhe look incredulous.
Was he beaten?
He was actually beaten by a woman?
Wu Biyun's eyes seemed to be blazing with fire as she looked at Lin Zhe angrily.
"Who do you think you are? Do you think I have to marry you just because you want to? Oh, only Cui Wentao treats you like a treasure and thinks he'll have no future without you."
"In my eyes, you're nothing more than a spoiled dandy. You're the only one in the entire educated youth camp who can't even lift a finger. You're no better than a fifty-year-old farmer!"
While cursing, Wu Biyun wiped her lips that had been kissed by Lin Zhe with the back of her hand.
"What bad luck! I got bit by a dog!"
Lin Wanjun was watching from the side, stunned, with an indescribable feeling in her heart.
She had never seen such a straightforward and frank mother.
She always thought her mother was a twisted and paranoid lunatic, but she never expected that her mother was so brave and heroic in her youth.
Even though Lin Zhe was the beloved man of many educated female youth, and even though Lin Zhe kissed her, she did not sink into the arsenic mixed with honey.
She is more clear-headed than anyone else and knows her bottom line.
Lin Zhe covered his hurt face and stared at Wu Biyun in a daze. He wanted to step forward for a moment but was stopped by Song Zhanjin.
"Respecting women is the most basic etiquette for men. You've gone too far!"
Song Zhanjin maintained basic courtesy and did not swing his fist at Lin Zhe's face.
Well, if you really count it, Lin Zhe is his father-in-law.
So he had to restrain himself again and again. After all, what son-in-law would hit his father-in-law?
"You and Cui Wentao's emotional dispute should be handled internally. Don't involve innocent people."
Song Zhanjin said, "If you really have feelings for Wu Biyun, then deal with your previous relationship first and then pursue her seriously!"
Lin Zhe has also woken up.
He was just driven crazy by Cui Wentao and lost his mind, so he took revenge on Cui Wentao by kissing Wu Biyun. Now, he felt extremely regretful.
"I'm sorry, Wu Biyun."
Looking into Wu Biyun's eyes, Lin Zhe apologized solemnly.
Wu Biyun gritted her teeth and cursed "Get lost", then turned her head away and stopped looking at Lin Zhe.
Cui Wentao wanted to cry again, but Lin Zhe covered her mouth with one hand and held her arm with the other, and quickly took her out of the ward.
The originally noisy ward suddenly became much quieter.
Wu Biyun looked at Lin Wanjun with a wry smile.
"I'm sorry to bother you while you're recovering."
"It's okay, you're a victim too."
Lin Wanjun smiled and said carefully, "If, I mean if, Lin Zhe really pursues you in the future, would you consider it?"
Wu Biyun widened her eyes.
"How could I possibly consider him! I have a fiancé. I told you, my fiancé's name is Lin Zhe. He's hundreds of times better than Lin Zhe!"
When mentioning her fiancé Lin Zhe, Wu Biyun's eyes were full of love, sweet and gentle.
Lin Wanjun watched quietly for a long time and smiled.
You see, this is the happiness of marrying for love. Wu Biyun, you deserve such happiness!
After Wu Biyun left, Song Zhanjin looked at Lin Wanjun.
"If you're trying so hard to prevent Wu Biyun and Lin Zhe from being together, would Xiao Lin Wanjun still be able to come into this world?"
Lin Wanjun smiled.
"The true meaning of marriage is love, not children. If the marriage is unhappy, the children will not be happy either!"
But often, people always put the cart before the horse.
In an unhappy marriage, it is an unrealistic fantasy to think that having a child as a bond can change the outcome of this unhappy marriage.
Actually, it is not.
Adults can divorce, but what about children? Who will pay for their misfortunes?
If you don’t love, don’t hurt!
Yang Jingru also gave Lin Wanjun a detailed physical examination to ensure that she had no other hidden diseases.
It was not until the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month that Lin Wanjun was finally discharged from the hospital.
The cadre school team led by Qin Sijun and the Hanyang Commune team led by Du Jianwu and Du Jianhuai came to pick her up from the hospital at the same time.
Qin Sijun borrowed a jeep, while Hanyang Commune only had an ox cart covered with a quilt.
In comparison, it seems quite shabby.
"Xiao Lin, Dong Yingying has already left. You and Zhan Jin... listen to your uncle and let's go back to the cadre school!"
Qin Sijun really treats Lin Wanjun as his own daughter.
"I have good news for you. My wife and daughter are coming to the cadre school to spend the New Year with me tomorrow. I've mentioned you several times in my letters, and they want to meet you!"
Having said that, it would seem inappropriate for Lin Wanjun to refuse again.
After a moment of silence, she got on the ox cart of Hanyang Commune.
"Director Du, please take me to the cadre school and bring some New Year's goods to the villagers!"
There was undisguised loss and pain in Du Jianhuai's eyes.
He finally waited for Lin Wanjun to recover, but in the end, there was no chance.
"Xiao Lin, our comrades in the commune are all waiting for you to come back and celebrate the New Year!"
Du Jianwu said, "After the New Year, Jianhuai will go to the North City to attend university."
Hearing this, Lin Wanjun was sincerely happy for Du Jianhuai.
"Really? You really want to go to Beicheng University? Beicheng University? What major?"
Du Jianhuai replied, "English major."
Yes, although Du Jianhuai was a tractor driver in the commune, he was the only intellectual in the entire commune and even in the entire town who could speak English.
After the Chinese New Year, he will go to Beicheng University for further studies as a worker-peasant-soldier student.
"Congratulations!"
Lin Wanjun smiled and said, "This is great news. I must prepare a good gift for you. I wish you academic success and a bright future."
Du Jianhuai looked into Lin Wanjun's eyes affectionately.
"actually……"
Just as the words were on the tip of his tongue, Song Zhanjin stepped forward and put his arm around Lin Wanjun's waist, interrupting Du Jianhuai.
"Junjun, it's cold and windy, and you've just recovered. You can't stand for a long time. If you want to take a bullock cart, let's take it. Come, I'll accompany you!"
Song Zhanjin also sat on the shaft of the ox cart and tucked the quilt in for Lin Wanjun.
Du Jianwu looked at his younger brother, sighed slightly, and patted his shoulder.
The oxen pulling the cart mooed, and the bells on their necks made crisp sounds. The ox cart swayed rhythmically and slowly moved towards the cadre school.
Behind it was Du Jianhuai's affectionate and painful gaze, and the confessions that he had no time to say.
Actually, I didn’t want to go to North City, but because I knew you would return to North City sooner or later, I chose the place farthest from home.
Lin Wanjun, I will definitely work hard to climb up and become a towering tree that can stand shoulder to shoulder with you.
Song Zhanjin seemed to sense Du Jianhuai's gaze. He turned around and looked at him. Flames burst out of the eyes of both men.
Never admit defeat and never give up is their common answer.
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