During the short time that Chen Yuanwu sent Jiang Yun out, Chen Jing finally figured out the relationship between Zhang Xiuying, Jiang Lan and Jiang Yun, and naturally strongly opposed her brother's choice.
"Brother, which of your female high school classmates wasn't better than her? Also, when you were leaving for the army, I saw two of the college classmates who came to see you off at home. They seemed to like you! Why did you choose someone with similar interests instead of falling for this idiot?"
Chen Yuanwu's face darkened: "Xiao Jing, watch your words!"
Chen Jing pouted and complained: "Mom, look at my brother, he was so mean to me because of a stranger!"
Ye Qingyin looked at her son sternly: "Xiao Wu, you must correct your attitude. What is your current status? How can her conditions be worthy of you? Our whole family is on the rise, and their whole family is on the decline. The gap is getting bigger and bigger!
"After all these years, I haven't seen him in a long time. Do you know what happened in the meantime? Is there a conspiracy?"
Chen Yuanwu was helpless: "Xiaojun told me everything that happened in the past few years."
Ye Qingyin stared at her son with eyes wide open in surprise, almost biting her tongue as she spoke: "You believed what she said?! A staff officer who graduated from a prestigious military academy believes a yellow-haired girl who didn't even graduate from high school!!"
When she lived in the family compound of the division headquarters, Zhang Xiuying was one of the few housewives in the family. She had a bad temper and loved to curse people. She didn't interact with other people much and was not very popular among the family members. When she was unhappy, she would scold her children and husband in public like a shrew. In Ye Qingyin's eyes, she was a person of extremely low quality and was someone the Chen family refused to have any contact with.
Jiang Yonghua is Chen Zhong's subordinate, and at most their work relationship is normal between superiors and subordinates.
Ye Qingyin couldn't understand how such an outstanding eldest son could be together with the Jiang family's mediocre daughter?
Chen Jing said angrily: "Brother, I think you are bewitched by the beautiful snake! Tell me, did she use the honey trap?"
Chen Yuanwu knew that this was not the time to reason with his mother and sister, so he could only follow their lead to relieve his pressure: "Xiao Jing, her eyes are not even half the size of yours, how can you use the honey trap? Mom, you haven't had dinner yet, are you hungry? I'll go heat up the food."
As he said that, he walked towards the dining table and prepared to take the dishes on the table to the kitchen to heat them up.
Ye Qingyin raised her voice: "Xiao Wu, I haven't finished speaking yet. Where are your rules? Why have you become so casual?"
Chen Yuanwu turned around and touched his stomach: "Mom, I'm hungry. I've been cooking all afternoon, but I haven't eaten a single bite yet."
Ye Qingyin was choked and speechless. She was angry that her son had worked all afternoon, but also felt sorry for him being hungry. After a long while, she waved her hand weakly and said, "Eat, and wait for your dad to come back!"
"Xiao Jing, I have some fresh tomatoes. I'll cut two and add some sugar. Would you like to eat them? Or should I give you two cucumber salads?" Chen Yuanwu has always loved and cared for his younger sister.
Chen Jing has always been very good at acting like a spoiled brat in front of her elder brother: "It's already evening, I can't eat sweet things, it will make me fat. I'll just eat smashed cucumbers with a little sesame oil and vinegar, no garlic, it should taste good in my mouth."
The confrontation between mother and son was temporarily suspended because of a meal.
When the food was served, Chen Yuanwu went to help his mother come over to eat together.
Ye Qingyin sat down at the dining table and couldn't help feeling proud that her son had become so capable that he could even prepare a full banquet!
Chen Jing, who is always very picky about food, praised Chen Yuanwu's cooking skills: "Mom, this smashed cucumber is good, try it, it's crispy! The stir-fried liver tip is also very tender, delicious!"
The more Chen Jing praised, the more upset Ye Qingyin felt - her son's cooking skills were not meant to be shown to her and her daughter, and as a mother, she was just picking up some leftovers!
Ye Qingyin felt bad just thinking about it, and put down her chopsticks: "Alas, I don't have much of an appetite. When the orderly comes over later, I'll ask him to cook me some porridge."
Chen Jing said regretfully, "There are so many delicious dishes, but it's a pity I can't eat them all. Brother, you have to make this braised lion's head for me on my birthday!"
Chen Yuanwu smiled and cleverly changed the subject: "Xiao Jing, where are you going to be assigned this time?"
Chen Jing immediately became interested. "I'd like to be a soloist in the headquarters song and dance troupe, but they have so many outstanding soloists that I'm afraid the leadership will assign me to sing in the chorus. There's a baritone in our military region art troupe who sings exceptionally well. I came here today specifically to see his performance and discuss with him how I can improve my solo singing."
The PLA Art Academy also has a song and dance troupe, which has many high-level singers and teachers. Chen Jing came to the military art troupe specifically to seek advice from a singer, and her little thoughts were immediately exposed in front of her elder brother.
Chen Yuanwu asked calmly, "Are you talking about Cheng Dawei?"
Chen Jing was instantly overjoyed. "That's him! Our teacher said the headquarters song and dance troupe wants to transfer him over!"
"The soldiers all like Cheng Dawei very much. His mission in performing at the company is probably the most important. Wherever he goes, people ask if Cheng Dawei is here."
"His singing of 'Red Star Shines on Me as I Go to Battle' was so beautiful! Once, he was giving a performance at our PLA Academy, and the speakers were broken, so he sang a cappella. For days afterwards, his voice filled my head."
It’s not just the guqin that has lingering sound.
At that time, there were only bel canto and folk singing styles, and the most popular one was of course folk singing.
Folk singing, just like folk instruments, must be listened to live; the melodious and high-pitched frequencies are particularly easy to resonate with people.
The brother and sister talked about their common hobbies. Chen Jing became more and more happy as she talked, while Chen Yuanwu looked at his watch from time to time.
The orderly knocked on the door and came in: "Report, Director Ye, the deputy commander asked me to come and see how you are feeling."
Ye Qingyin leaned back on the sofa and waved her hands weakly: "I'm having a heart attack! Just tell the deputy commander that I'm fine."
Chen Yuanwu went to the kitchen and took out two pre-packed lunch boxes and handed them to the orderly: "I'm at home, you give this to Ding Yong."
Ding Yong knew Chen Yuanwu’s “mission” for tonight, and he knew how to arrange it just by looking at the lunch box.
The orderly took the lunch box, saluted, and turned back to report.
Chen Yuanwu sighed softly and turned to Ye Qingyin: "Mom, my dad won't be back until half past ten at the earliest. Why don't you go lie down for a while? I'll make some porridge now."
Seeing that her son stayed at home obediently and had no intention of running out, Ye Qingyin let her son help her upstairs without any worries.
Passing by Chen Yuanwu's room, Ye Qingyin began to feel uncomfortable again, and her chest became more and more stuffy.
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