Sending Wang Shixun away, Du Qiujuan looked at her daughter in wonder, Li Yingxue was not busy answering her, and carried Xiaohua into her yard.

"Mother, prepare two buckets tomorrow morning, the larger ones are not enough, and the smaller ones are not enough."

When he returned to the house, he put down the little flower before turning back and saying a word to Du Qiujuan.

"You kid, I ask you what you're borrowing a donkey cart for?"

"Go to the city and sell fish!"

Li Yingxue feels that there is a problem with communicating with this mother, do you still need to ask about such a simple matter?

I brought a basin of water into the house, closed the curtains and began to undress.

Du Qiujuan saw that her daughter had the intention of taking a bath, frowned, and called out to her, "I'll boil some hot water later, the girl's house can't get cold, and it's too late to regret it after a serious illness."

"That donkey is a donkey, can you do it?"

In the time between boiling water, Du Qiujuan returned to the house, looked at her daughter and asked.

"It's fine."

Li Yingxue took out her clean clothes and replied nonchalantly.

"Really, this bold man is about to open the sky."

Du Qiujuan shook her head and whispered, Li Yingxue pretended not to hear it, thinking about the fact that she was going to get married, and she became irritable inexplicably.

Is it worth it to gamble on her life for the sake of anger?

Mother's virtue, daughters are not good, so how good can the son be?

At this time, in the battalion commander's dormitory of the battalion headquarters of a certain military region, Wang Haifeng was holding the book of the Art of War given to him by Ma Shanhe and was looking at it, the door of the dormitory was slammed open, he sat up with his eyebrows, and when he saw the comer, he leaned on the quilt and continued to read.

"Look! Something big is wrong. ”

Ma Yushan looked angry, grabbed the army-green iron cylinder on the table, and poured it with a bang.

Wang Haifeng carefully put the bookmark, closed the book and put it next to the pillow, sat up straight, and looked at Ma Yushan quietly.

"Your father begged my father to let him approve your marriage report, and let you go home and get married now."

Ma Yushan saw that Wang Haifeng looked like Mount Tai had collapsed in front of him and his face did not change, so he walked over and punched him, announcing the bad news angrily.

Wang Haifeng's eyes darkened, and he knew that Uncle Ma couldn't persuade his father when he went, but he didn't expect it to backfire.

"Speak! Are you dumb? Just succumbed? ”

Seeing that Wang Haifeng didn't speak, he sat quietly, Ma Yushan was anxious and pushed him hard, hoping that he would fight angrily and not give in to the dictatorial father.

"Well, then get married! Since ancient times, loyalty and filial piety can't be both, and I can't be filial piety by my parents' side when I'm a soldier, so it's as his old man wants! ”

Wang Haifeng was silent for a long time before he slowly spoke, his voice was low and he was in a bad mood.

"I'm so angry, how can you do this? Or is it not the Haifeng I know? ”

Ma Yushan sat on his bed in annoyance, panting heavily.

"I'm married, why are you angry about doing this?"

Wang Haifeng suddenly found a question, whether Ma Yushan's reaction was too big.

It feels like it's not himself who is in an arranged marriage, but he.

The deep eyes looked at him amusedly, waiting for his explanation.

"Because my father was infected by your father."

Ma Yushan let out a long breath of turbidity, pushed Wang Haifeng off the bed, leaned on his quilt, put his hands behind his neck, and looked bitter and hateful.

"Poof, are you talking about your father also betrothed to you? Haven't seen each other like me? ”

Wang Haifeng was squeezed out of bed by him, and he didn't care, he just picked up the jar and drank a sip of water, and when he heard Ma Yushan's complaining words, he immediately burst out laughing.

"Do you have a conscience?"

Ma Yushan glared angrily, Wang Haifeng quickly put away his smile and asked him seriously: "Which daughter is the girl?" ”