Zheng Haimei's face changed Su Xiaowan didn't see it, she thought Zheng Haimei was making fun of her, and said with a smile: "Sister-in-law, you will laugh at me, who in our hospital doesn't know that your husband and wife are model couples, but it's okay." Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info But sister-in-law, you are busy, I will go to Sister-in-law Wang to see the vegetables she grows, and by the way, get some soft soil back." After speaking, he went to the vegetable field of Wang's sister-in-law's house.

Zheng Haimei replied: "Go, hurry up", and then began the first experience of turning the ground in her life, which was fine at first, but the more she got to the back, the worse she became, and the more angry she became.

Mainly, Zheng Haimei's family conditions are not very good, but she was also raised with her, and she has never done any heavy work since she was a child, and the most tiring thing is to learn to cook with her mother, which is a compulsory course for girls.

Now turning the ground with a shovel is physical work, how can she compare with those military wives who grew up in the countryside, her little hands are all thin skin and tender meat, where to grind, now her hands are blistered with blood, can it not hurt? The more it hurts, the more she thinks of Su Xiaowan's smiling face that she doesn't have to suffer at all, the more jealous she becomes, and by noon, the ground has only turned over by less than a third, and she has no strength in her body.

Su Xiaowan came to Wang Hong's side, and after saying hello, the first thing she did was to touch Xiaozhuang's little head, rub his little face, give him a piece of candy to eat, and tease him for a while before talking to Wang's sister-in-law.

Wang Hong was still very nervous at first, she knew it when Su Xiaowan came, but there were so many people, she didn't dare to go over, and later many people talked about Su Xiaowan, she had the heart to help say something, but she didn't know what to say, so when Su Xiaowan came over, she didn't know how to speak.

Su Xiaowan saw her like this, so she looked at her mouth and asked, "Sister-in-law Wang, what's wrong with you?"

Wang Hong mustered up all the courage to say a sentence: "Sister-in-law, yes, I'm sorry, those people are talking about you, me, but I don't know what to say to help you." After speaking, he lowered his head in shame.

Su Xiaowan was said by her, and then there was a warm current flowing in her heart.

This is the first kindness received when she came to this military hospital, although Wang Hongren is cowardly and timid, but she is more sincere to her than anyone else.

Su Xiaowan is not stupid, on the contrary, she is still very smart and has strong observation skills, let's take Zheng Haimei, just look at Zheng Haimei, she is still a little aware of her expression and performance just now, and she can understand some small mental activities, so she doesn't care.

Although Su Xiaowan didn't care about those people and those words, she was still very moved by someone who really thought about her and cared about her feelings.

So Su Xiaowan also said sincerely: "Sister-in-law, it's okay, you don't have to apologize to me, you are already very good, I don't care about those people, don't worry about me."

After discussing how to plant again, the two of them walked back with the soft soil they had chosen together.

However, when I passed by the small market, I saw a meat seller, so I bought some pork belly, a big bone, some dried tofu, and a small bundle of dried shallots and went home.

When she got home, she changed her shoes and clothes, put all the things she had bought into the kitchen, picked up the soft soil, found a sunny place on the balcony, and began her big project.

Then I boiled the bone broth again, and the bean sprouts had grown a large piece, so I grabbed a handful, shredded the dried tofu, cut some meat, fried a dried bean sprouts, and steamed some rice, just like that, I drank the soup at noon, and ate the meat fried bean sprouts and dried tofu, which was not bad, and after eating and cleaning up, I found that there was nothing else to do today, and I was a little tired, so I went to sleep.

I slept very soundly, I slept until more than three o'clock in the afternoon before I got up, stretched my waist, I felt that my life was very full now, I had nothing to do, and I suddenly remembered that I knew Mrs. Chen on the train, and I also left the address and phone number at that time, thinking that it was too expensive to call, a dollar a minute, or forget it.

But they can't help but contact, because, no matter how good the relationship is, if they don't always contact, the relationship will fade, not to mention, they realize that it's not a few days now.

Then I have to write a letter, it's quite fresh to think about, I haven't written a letter for many years, just do it, but I have to go to Han Dongchen's study to get pen and paper, I don't have it, I still feel a little excited in my heart, and I pushed the door open little by little.

The whole room was very tidy, the same as when I first arrived, nothing had changed, but as soon as I entered the room, I could feel the breath on his body, and I smelled it on the train, and it felt good.

I walked to the desk, found a large notebook, which was blank, and there was a certain army's printing on it, picked up the pen, thought about it, and after a while, I started to write, brush, brush, brush, and write a letter of peace.

In terms of content, I wrote some things I had seen and heard, as well as interesting stories about the troops, and briefly talked about the strange events I encountered, and expressed it very spiritually, my own cleverness, small calculations and careful thinking.

There are also interesting anecdotes about farming, by the way, I praised Comrade Han Dongchen's carefulness, and others' envy, jealousy and hatred, and finally, I asked about the situation of the old man, all of which are trivial questions about life, whether I eat well or not, how I sleep, what I am busy with every day, whether I have encountered any interesting things, whether Uncle Wu is in good health or not, etc., wrote a lot of things, and finally wrote a letter of hope.

Writing letters normally, they are all critical and serious, but Su Xiaowan's letter is more like a chatter, she knows very well how to get close to people's hearts, not so much those lofty remarks, it is far better than a heartfelt, sincere and warm, and playful and cute nagging letter.

Although, the content written by Su Xiaowan is not gorgeous, but the pen writing is very good-looking, there is no computer in this era, and there are still popular words like others, so Su Xiaowan's pen words in the previous life were not practiced in vain, which will come in handy at this time.

After writing the letter, he also found an envelope and stamps on Han Dongchen's desk, which should be the rest of his usual letters to write home, and it seems that there are still a lot, Su Xiaowan didn't think much about it at this time, and the reasons were all found.

After getting the letter done, I changed my clothes, went out, there was a small delivery station in the army, the little soldier there was also very enthusiastic, I called my sister-in-law when I met, and I went home after submitting the letter, and when I arrived at the door of the family courtyard, I met a very beautiful woman, with long hair and a shawl, big waves, melon seed face, and her facial features were also very exquisite, but she looked arrogant, her eyes were contemptuous, and she looked a little mean, and a good big beauty was stiffly discounted, wearing a dress, black leather shoes, and a leather bag, and she walked very coquettishly。

This kind of dress is very fashionable in the local area, and fashionable, it is also a perm, Zheng Haimei is compared with others, it is really a heaven and an underground.

However, she is very arrogant, looking high, greeting others to her, that is, nodding slightly, more like leading the inspection work, and greeting some military wives wearing patched clothes, there is also a sense of disgust.