Jiang Yun didn't have time to go out.
Li Caixia put her under house arrest and treated her like a patient lying in bed unable to move. She would check on her every once in a while and ask about her.
When Chen Yuanwu returned home, he saw Li Caixia carefully taking her hand off Jiang Jun's forehead, and Jiang Jun seemed unable to move.
On the way to Jiang's house, Chen Yuanwu couldn't help laughing whenever he thought about it.
Jiang Jun glared at him: "You laughed several times along the way. Is it really that funny?"
Chen Yuanwu laughed out loud: "You are like two children playing house, she is playing the mother, and you are playing the daughter. If you put on makeup and add lines, it would be very touching if you two performed a stage play."
Jiang Jun pouted and punched Chen Yuanwu, thinking, "She's my mother after all, so it's her responsibility to take care of me. It's just that our schedules are different now." "With Li Caixia's memory, there's no way she could act in a play. But she's so patient, she'd be a good nurse. It's a pity she can't be a female soldier."
Chen Yuanwu glanced at Jiang Jun, then looked ahead and drove seriously: "Xiao Jun, are you looking forward to having a sister or mother to take care of you like this?"
In the 1970s, every family had many children. The eldest child, whether a boy or a girl, had to help their parents take care of their younger siblings. They had to take on the responsibility of taking care of the weaker ones at a young age, and were often beaten and scolded.
Jiang Jun tried to sound nonchalant, "I can take care of myself, and I don't expect anyone else to take care of me. I might even have a sister who's worse than me in every way, and she'd have to use her status to control me. Then I wouldn't have any freedom. Besides, my dad only made that much before. If he had had three daughters, I'd probably have to stay with grandma and never come back."
Chen Yuanwu was silent. He had asked unintentionally, but he had unexpectedly touched the pain in Jiang Jun's heart.
Jiang Jun said self-deprecatingly, "Luckily my father didn't have a son, otherwise Xiaolan would be like me."
This is the case in most families that favor boys over girls. Boys are given priority in everything, especially in rural areas. If there is only one son in the family, the older and younger sisters become the "servants" of the son in the family. If Zhang Xiuying could give birth to a son, it would probably not be much different.
Chen Yuanwu looked intently ahead without responding.
The weather suddenly changed and the plane could not take off, so he temporarily postponed his departure time. In the afternoon, he applied for a car and took Jiang Jun to the Jiang family to visit Jiang Yonghua.
He had heard about Jiang Yonghua's head injury and the treatment of Zhang Xiuying from Chen Zhong at home. He had wanted to chat about some homely topics on the way to liven up the atmosphere, but the more he talked, the heavier the topic became. It could be imagined that Jiang Jun's previous life was not as happy as when he first met her.
After a while, Jiang Jun saw that Chen Yuanwu had stopped talking. Knowing that what he said was too petty, he started to change the topic: "Lao Wu, how many days can you stay at home?"
"It's hard to say right now. There's a typhoon over there, and the roads leading to and from the airport have collapsed. I'm afraid we won't be able to leave for the next day or two. I heard the national highway is also difficult to travel on, and the trains are almost always delayed."
"If you have time, could you take me to the division headquarters compound? He Xiangdong should be back in the next few days, and I want to go see her."
"Okay, how about picking her up and going to see the red leaves together?"
Jiang Yun was amused: "Why are you suddenly so free? Don't you have to go to work?"
Chen Yuanwu finally saw Jiang Yun's smiling face and breathed a sigh of relief: "I don't know how long I'll be gone, so I might as well take all my home leave these days and spend more time with you."
Jiang Jun was happy in his heart, but he said, "Will others say something about you?"
Chen Yuanwu pretended to sigh: "Just say it. If I don't accompany you and treat you better, you will forget me as soon as I leave, and there will be no point in writing a letter."
Jiang Jun was embarrassed: "Have you seen the letter I wrote?"
Chen Yuanwu didn't laugh. "I was quite happy to touch the envelope, but when I opened it, there wasn't a single word written on it. I tried burning it with candles and soaking it in iodine. I tried everything, but nothing came out."
Jiang Jun chuckled. "Old Wu, I don't even know how to write secret letters like you mentioned." However, writing letters home and love letters was too difficult for her. "Anyway, I have a phone number. I'll find a chance to call you."
Chen Yuanwu sighed again in his heart and stopped forcing her. Jiang Jun had no enthusiasm for him, a living person, and it was indeed difficult for her to express her emotions in front of a piece of paper.
Once some things become a habit, they will become inseparable. So when he has the rare opportunity to be at home, he must stay with her all the time and let her develop the habit of missing him, just as he does to her.
When they arrived at the Ping County Cultural Bureau, Jiang Yonghua had already gone to work and no one was at home. Jiang Yun had the key and opened the door by himself.
The furnishings of the Jiang family's house have changed again. There is a coal stove in the corridor at the entrance with a pot of hot water on the stove. There is a single bed in the living room and a magazine-sized frame hanging on the wall with several black and white photos in it.
Chen Yuanwu took a look and found one photo of Jiang Jun wearing a long Xian ethnic skirt. "Xiao Jun, you look really good in a skirt. Why don't you make two more skirts next year?"
Jiang Yunyi looked at the photos beside Chen Yuanwu: "Wow, Xiaolan looks quite sensible in the photos now. It seems that military uniforms make people look mature!"
Chen Yuanwu embraced Jiang Yun, lowered his head, and kissed her quickly: "You take a rest, I'll cook. We can have dinner when your dad comes back soon."
Jiang Jun sniffed and pointed at the jar under the living room window. "Lao Wu, that's pickled cabbage. It must have been made by my uncle. Can you stir-fry some pickled cabbage later? I'm drooling."
Chen Yuanwu quickly cooked rice, stir-fried some shredded potatoes, stewed some eggplant and green beans, and fried a large bowl of sauerkraut. When he was really wondering whether he should make soup, Jiang Yonghua came back.
Seeing his daughter and future son-in-law, Jiang Yonghua was happy. He took out half a bottle of Erwotou and insisted on drinking a few sips with Chen Yuanwu.
Jiang Yonghua didn't have much of a drink tolerance and got drunk as soon as he drank. Before he fell, he held Chen Yuanwu's hand and said, "You can't sneak away while I'm asleep. Wait for me here. When I wake up, we'll continue drinking."
Chen Yuanwu was thinking the same thing: "Okay, you take a rest, I'll wait."
He wanted to learn more about Jiang Yun's living habits from Jiang Yonghua. After all, when Jiang Yonghua got into trouble, Jiang Yun's nervousness and concern were real.
Jiang Yun saw that Chen Yuanwu really wanted to stay: "I didn't even bring pajamas. Is it okay for you not to go home tonight? Won't they look for you?"
Chen Yuanwu smiled slightly: "The weather is not cold, why wear pajamas? I can just wear shorts and a vest."
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