Zhang Xiuying quickly poked Jiang Lan under the table and whispered, "Eat well, don't talk."
She knew that Jiang Yonghua was showing his disdain to her as his mother.
What's the big deal about eating well and saying a few words? Who in the neighborhood doesn't eat like this? What's wrong? She's still not convinced!
But if she talked back or was unhappy at this time, Jiang Yonghua would definitely get up and leave. Zhang Xiuying swallowed her anger and went to the kitchen to get another pair of chopsticks to use as serving chopsticks.
Jiang Lan glanced at Jiang Jun who was chewing with his lips closed, and remembered what her father had taught her: not to make any noise while eating. She obediently put her arms that were about to fall on the table, sat upright, and never dared to dip them in the sauce again.
Jiang Jun lowered his eyelids and silently ate his second meal after opening his eyes, secretly observing everyone's habits and reactions.
The sound of a bicycle bell outside the door attracted the attention of several people in the room.
Jiang Yonghua quickly stood up and walked to the door to see who was coming. Usually, people would only come to see him when he was at home.
"Uncle Jiang, is Jiang Yun home? Our teacher Zhang asked me to see why Jiang Yun didn't go to school today."
It was a girl's voice, and she was looking for Jiang Jun.
Jiang Lan perked up, her depression swept away, and she whispered, "Sister, it's your classmate, Zhang Jie."
Jiang Jun paused. No information about Zhang Jie appeared in her mind. She couldn't help but stroke her forehead with her fingers. This was her favorite action when she was thinking about a difficult problem with no known conditions.
The magical thing is that when her fingers touched her forehead, her mind suddenly became clear.
Zhang Jie is the monitor of Class 1, Grade 2 at Qiaojiagou Middle School. Her father is the political commissar of an artillery regiment. She and Jiang Jun have been classmates from elementary school to junior high school. Since they started middle school, for safety reasons, the two of them have gone home together after school most of the time.
"Oh, it's Xiaojun's classmate," Jiang Yonghua retreated into the room and turned to call Jiang Jun: "Xiaojun!"
Jiang Jun stood up and walked out the door, greeting with a smile: "Zhang Jie, do you want to sit in my room for a while?"
Zhang Jie could already smell the food and shook her head. "I still have to go home and cook. Teacher Zhang asked me to ask why you didn't go to school today."
Jiang Jun walked up to Zhang Jie, turned her back, lifted her hair from her shoulders, and showed her the bulge on the back of her head. "I fell down, and when my dad brought me back, it was already past nine o'clock."
Zhang Jie was half a head taller than Jiang Jun. She looked at Jiang Jun's bloodstained hair and asked, "Oh, it's bleeding again?"
Jiang Jun turned around and smiled: "It was only a little bit, otherwise I would have become Yang Xiaodong!"
Zhang Jie burst out laughing. At this hour, Jiang Jun was still in the mood for jokes? Shouldn't one be waiting miserably for condolences, while the other, full of organizational enthusiasm, cares for the masses? How did this turn into a crosstalk?
"Then you can't go to school like this?" Zhang Jie quickly got down to business, lest others see her and say she had no sympathy and no class feelings and could still laugh when her classmates were hurt.
"Yes, my head still hurts. If I walk too fast, it feels like it's going to split open. Wait a minute, I'll go get my sick leave note from my dad. Can you give it to Teacher Zhang for me?"
Although it is a local middle school and there are not many classes, the teachers are very responsible and take the roll call seriously every day. None of the children are late or leave early and they are very disciplined.
Jiang Yonghua came out with the doctor's prescription and the note he had just written. He handed it to Zhang Jie, "Please give this note to Teacher Zhang. Also, there's a meeting at Qiyi Primary School tonight. Who from your family will go?"
Zhang Jie took the piece of paper and carefully put it in her schoolbag: "Meeting? My dad hasn't come back yet, maybe my mom went there."
"When Political Commissar Zhang comes back, give him my regards."
"Okay, thank you Uncle Jiang. Jiang Jun, I'll go home first. I'll come see you after school tomorrow."
Zhang Jie pushed the bicycle away.
Jiang Yonghua: "Xiaojun, hurry in. I have something to ask you after dinner."
Jiang Jun was happy because he had discovered a mechanism that could trigger the original owner's memory. He responded with a smile and went into the house.
If it weren't for the injury on her head, she really wanted to jump and walk.
Jiang Yonghua looked thoughtfully at his eldest daughter's back, which was filled with excitement. She was in good spirits and seemed to have become a little different.
During the day at work, he took some time to visit the recruit company, hoping to find the soldier who had sent Jiang Jun to the hospital to find out more about the situation.
After morning drill, the recruit company went out for camping and training. The soldiers didn't see them, so he planned to ask his daughter first.
After dinner, Zhang Xiuying cleaned up the kitchen and took a sweater to talk to her neighbor. Jiang Lan ran out to play with her classmates, leaving only Jiang Yonghua and Jiang Yun at home.
"Xiaojun, I want to ask you something. While your mother is not home, please tell me everything." Jiang Yonghua asked straight to the point, "What happened to your injury?"
He deliberately sent Zhang Xiuying away just to get to the bottom of things. He felt that his daughter's injury was most likely related to Zhang Xiuying.
Jiang Jun raised her eyes and looked at Jiang Yonghua. She saw sincerity in Jiang Yonghua's eyes, not her father's majesty and reproach. She decided to win her father over as her ally.
"Dad, I don't want to go to the countryside." Jiang Jun knew that when dealing with someone with such a sincere look, the only way was to be open-hearted. But who knew that the moment he opened his mouth, tears would come out first: "I want to join the army."
Jiang Yonghua: "Who said you were going to the countryside?"
Jiang Yun's eyes were filled with tears. "My mom said that after I graduated, I couldn't just sit around and eat idle meals, so she told me to go join the team."
Jiang Yonghua was stunned: "You are only fourteen years old, how can you join the queue?"
Jiang Jun tried hard to hold back her tears: "But, Mom said it's too hard for you to support the family alone, I..." She tried to hold back her tears but couldn't, and they fell in large drops: "I want to join the army, but I'm afraid they won't accept me, so I went to the big playground, thinking, I want to train."
Jiang Yonghua sighed secretly: "Then why didn't you tell me?"
Jiang Jun stroked her forehead with her hand and continued to cry, "Mom said there's nothing you can do."
Zhang Xiuying always treated the original owner, Jiang Jun, with either beatings or scolding, with an expression of disdain. This made Jiang Jun cowardly, afraid to complain or speak out. In the eyes of a child, what their parents say is right, and the original owner, Jiang Jun, never resisted or even questioned her mother's words.
Jiang Yonghua frowned: "Since I can't do anything, what's the point of you training?"
Jiang Yun wiped away her tears and said, "I heard from Zhang Jie that every year someone changes their age to become a backdoor soldier."
Jiang Yonghua sighed: "If the age difference is one or two months, or half a year or eight months, it can be adjusted. But at your age, it won't look like you even if you change it!" After thinking about it, he decided to tell her in advance: "I heard when I returned to the department this morning that children of students from the division headquarters compound can go to Liujiaji Middle School for high school. I guess there will be a meeting at July 1st Primary School tonight, and they are talking about this matter."
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