He Siwei understood Zhao Zhengyuan's character. The son raised by Aunt Shao had upright views. Why the marriage ended up at that stage had a lot to do with the wife at home.
After she was reborn, the person who really cared about her was Aunt Shao. He Siwei knew Zhao Zhengyuan's future fate and wanted to do his part.
Zhao Zhengyuan looked at He Siwei doubtfully, "Who did you listen to?"
He Siwei's heart tightened and he said harshly, "You don't care, I know anyway."
Zhao Zhengyuan said, "People don't look down on me at all. You are thinking too much."
He Siwei thought that if she didn't like her now, she would like her later. She didn't know how the two got together. Anyway, they got married and had two daughters.
She said, "It turns out it's not that you don't want to, it's that people dislike you. But for a person with a bit of ambition, even if the other party catches up with him in the future, he won't take a second look. A good horse never turns back, right?"
Zhao Zhengyuan stared at He Siwei closely, "You talk so much, don't you like me?"
He Siwei blushed, "What are you talking about? I kindly remind you, forget it if you don't listen."
Zhao Zhengyuan said it was not the best, otherwise his mother would beat him again, and left muttering.
The two of them stood at the door of the courtyard talking, and the lights in the room were not turned on, for fear of attracting people's attention. Zhao Zhengyuan left after speaking.
He Siwei closed the door. Before the lock inside was locked, he heard a knock on the door. The sound was very small and mixed with the footsteps of Zhao Zhengyuan in the distance. However, because it was night and everything was quiet, this The gentle knock on the door was impossible to ignore.
He Siwei didn't open the door, but he could hear Zhao Zhengyuan's footsteps getting farther and farther away. It couldn't be Zhao Zhengyuan, so who could it be?
The knock on the door sounded after Zhao Zhengyuan left, which meant that when she and Zhao Zhengyuan were talking, the other party had been watching in the corner, and might even have heard it.
He Siwei pursed his lips and stood in the darkness across a wooden door. This door seemed to separate two worlds. As long as he pushed it open, he might fall into the abyss at any time.
In the silence, there was the sound of the door closing, and then the surroundings fell into complete silence.
After a brief silence, a low voice sounded, "It's me."
He Siwei was stunned for a moment and immediately opened the door, "Company Commander Shen?"
Under the night, Shen Guoping was dressed in military uniform, and his tall and straight figure dispelled the fear brought by the night. He stood there like a mountain, becoming a safe haven.
A big smile broke out at the corner of He Siwei's mouth unconsciously, "Company Commander Shen, why are you here?"
Shen Guoping said, "I went to the hospital in the afternoon. Lin Fang was discharged from the hospital and returned home. Before returning home, he went to the police station. Huang Jianming did not beat him when he retracted his confession."
No wonder Commander Shen came over at night.
Shen Guoping said, "Your stepmother may come looking for you tomorrow."
He Siwei said, "I will go to the factory early tomorrow morning."
Commander Shen rushed over in the middle of the night, just to ask her about her attitude again and whether she wanted to make it a trivial matter. He was almost forced to confess. She was calculated to do this without doing anything. Why should she give those faces back?
Confirming her decision, Shen Guoping nodded, "Then we still go as planned."
As he said that, he handed over the things in his hand, "It's given out in the army, you can keep it and eat it."
The old man said in the letter that he should take good care of his goddaughter. This afternoon, he called again. Shen Guoping's boss also came to bring the things sent by the work. With the old man's phone call, the old man's mission was completed.
He Siwei asked what it was, and while taking it, he saw a few apples and two twists inside. After taking the things, he could not return them. Shen Guoping looked serious and gave in to him. He Siwei It always felt inconsistent with his momentum.
Just say thank you directly, I already owe so many people a favor, I can just pay it back in the future.
Shen Guoping glanced at the little girl and asked her to close the doors and windows, then turned and left.
He Siwei originally wanted to wait until he left before closing the door, but seeing that Captain Shen didn't move, he finally obeyed and closed the door first and then locked it.
After pressing the lock, he heard the sound of soft footsteps, and He Siwei returned to the house with his things.
In addition to these two things in the net pocket, there was also a white plastic bag of Friendship brand cream. He Siwei picked it up and looked through it carefully. He thought it would be great to be a soldier, so he gave it to him.
When she came back this time, He Siwei brought nothing but bedding and food. There were no scissors in the house. After washing her face, she found a dry branch in the yard and tied it on top of the cream. A small hole was made, and the cream came out with a gentle squeeze.
After wiping, the back of his hand was squeezed a little more, so He Siwei got on the kang.
The bedding was new, and she had just wiped her body with a towel when she washed her face, so when she went to bed, she only wore a tank top and shorts and got into the bed.
I have been in the countryside for a year, and I haven’t taken off my clothes to sleep for a full year.
Although the kang was not burning, it was not very cold this month. Before going to bed, He Siwei still thought about giving money to Captain Shen to take this bedding with him when he left.
As for her own set of bedding, everyone had spread it under her because of the wildfire. Even though she could take the cover off and wash it, she still couldn't help feeling uncomfortable.
The next day, He Siwei got up early, locked the door and planned to go out for breakfast, but he met Zhao Zhengyuan. He was holding a yellow enamel basin with a lid on it.
"My mother asked me to deliver steamed buns to you."
"Send it to me?"
The two spoke at the same time, He Siwei smiled, opened the door and took Zhao Zhengyuan back to the house. She said that she had nothing to pack, so she would put the basin here first and then return it when she was done eating. While talking, she took a bun and started eating it.
Zhao Zhengyuan asked her, "What's wrong with you going out so early?"
He Siwei said, "I want to go to the factory."
Zhao Zhengyuan asked, "What's the matter?"
He Siwei knew that after she left, the matter would not be hidden, so he told Wang Shumei that her father had given work to Wang Shumei without her consent.
Of course, the intention behind the scenes was not revealed.
Zhao Zhengyuan said, "I heard about this in the factory. Didn't you agree to it?"
He Siwei smiled, "I didn't agree. My dad passed away suddenly. I was ill and I didn't know about it until I recovered, so I had to ask the factory."
Zhao Zhengyuan said that there are not many good stepmothers, "I'll go with you, it just so happens that I also have to go to work."
He Siwei didn't refuse. Half of the buns in her hand were eaten. She grabbed another one and said, "Let's go."
Zhao Zhengyuan frowned, "Let's go after eating."
He Siwei had already walked to the door and stuffed the remaining half of the bun into his mouth, "Let's go."
Seeing that she was so anxious, Zhao Zhengyuan did not try to persuade her. When passing by the door of Zhao's house, Zhao Zhengyuan went into the house and said hello, and then went to the factory with He Siwei.
Early in the morning, except for the guard, few people came to the factory. He Siwei said she was looking for the factory director, and the guard let her in. They were all family members of the Fourth Factory. Although He's father was no longer alive, in the eyes of the family hospital, Here, He Siwei is a child in the family home. She takes care of her more when she has something to do, so there is nothing embarrassing for her.
