The next day, Yu Zhidong had something on his mind and didn't sleep in. He yawned as he walked out of his room at the crack of dawn. He saw his father working in the yard. "Dad, what are you doing so early in the morning?"

Father Yu didn't even raise his head as he focused on his work. "Didn't your mom say that she doesn't have enough hangers to hang clothes on?

Since I have time, I'll make one for her. "

Yu Zhidong's mind suddenly lit up. That's right, how could he have forgotten about this? Yu Zhidong patted his father's shoulder happily. "Good job!

Dad, you're amazing. "

Father Yu staggered from the pat and was about to scold the brat for being so impudent, but he turned around and ran away.

Mother Yu brought out a plate of side dishes from the kitchen and asked Father Yu, "Zhidong is up?

Why did I hear him talking just now? "

Father Yu snorted. "He just got up and ran out. Isn't he gone now?"

Yu Zhidong ran out of the house in a hurry and only remembered that he hadn't washed his face when he was outside. He rubbed his face casually and thought of the idea he had just thought of.

Father Yu had been an apprentice to an old carpenter a few years ago. Although he couldn't be considered a true apprentice, it wasn't difficult for him to make a wardrobe, table, and chair that was commonly used at home.

The toys that Yu Zhidong and his two older sisters played with when they were young were basically made by Father Yu himself.

It was only in the past few years that Father Yu put away his tools and didn't use them casually for fear of causing trouble.

Yu Zhidong was a tough kid and dared to use his father's tools when he was young. He was smart and Yu Zhidong's father had the intention of teaching him in the early years, so Yu Zhidong's tools weren't much worse than his father's.

It was just that he didn't have a fixed mindset. Once he learned, he would occasionally make a few exquisite gadgets. If he was short on money one day, he would take them to the city and find a way to sell them.

He was just using it to pass the time. He didn't seriously use it to make food.

Yu Zhidong hurriedly went to find Zhou Xiaofeng because last time Zhou Xiaofeng said he wanted to play with it. Yu Zhidong threw his set of tools to Zhou Xiaofeng.

When they arrived at the Zhou house, Mother Zhou was coming out to take out the trash when she saw Yu Zhidong coming over.

A warm smile appeared on his face. "Zhidong is here?

Have you eaten?

Why don't you eat here? "

When Yu Zhidong saw an elder, he was still polite. He smiled and said, "Third Aunt, there's no need. I'm just here to look for Xiaofeng."

Then he went forward to take the trash from Third Aunt's hands. Third Aunt rejected him, and Yu Zhidong directly took it and threw it into the trash pile.

Third Aunt smiled as she looked at him. She thought to herself that it was all because of those rumors that Zhidong caused trouble and hit people outside. Now, he looked like a good boy and was handsome. He was not like those people who said that she should look at him. Those people were just jealous!

(But he really wasn't.)

Then she said cheerfully to Yu Zhidong, "That brat is sleeping in the room. Come, come in with Auntie."

"No, Auntie. I won't go in. Just let Xiaofeng out for a while!"

The moment Third Aunt entered the room, she shouted at Zhou Xiaofeng, "Zhou Xiaofeng, are you dead on the bed?

Get up quickly!

Zhidong is looking for you! "

Zhou Xiaofeng was happily dreaming when he heard his mother's loud voice. He was so shocked that he almost fell off the bed.

With a lump of eye wax, he walked out sloppily in his slippers and protested loudly, "Mom, who's your son!"

Third Aunt pursed her lips. "If you can grow up to look like Zhidong, I'll wake up smiling in my dreams."

Then she urged, "Alright, stop nagging. Hurry up. Don't make Zhidong wait!"

Zhou Xiaofeng was speechless.

"Mom, I don't want to look like this!

Didn't you give birth to me? "

Third Aunt glared at him when she heard this. She took off her shoe and threw it at Zhou Xiaofeng's face. Zhou Xiaofeng had already been trained by his mother. He dodged quickly and ran out.

Yu Zhidong was waiting against the wall when he saw Zhou Xiaofeng rush out as if he had been bitten by a dog. "Why are you running so fast?"

Zhou Xiaofeng saw that his mother didn't chase after him and sighed in relief. Then he asked, "Brother Yu, why are you here so early?

What's the matter? "

Yu Zhidong didn't seem to mind. "Oh, it's nothing big. It's just that I gave you last time. Did you lose it?" Then he added, "If you didn't lose it, find it for me to use."

Zhou Xiaofeng scratched his head and thought for a while before saying, "I don't think so. Anyway, I haven't used it since I got it last time. Brother Yu, wait for me. I'll go look for it."

"Okay."

A few days later, in a military compound in Beijing.

The postman delivered a pile of letters early in the morning. The security guard on duty was sorting them out. One of the letters was addressed to Old General Song and was sent from Huai City. The security guard thought for a while and felt that it was very likely to be from Miss Song. He didn't dare to delay and quickly found someone to send it to the Song family.

Just then, Brother Song came back from his run. The security guard saw him and quickly saluted. Brother Song stopped and saluted back. Just as he was about to leave, the security guard hurriedly called out to him, "Colonel Song, here's a letter from your family. It was sent from Huai City."

Brother Song maintained a cold expression until he heard the two words' Huai City '. His expression changed a little and he quickly reached out to take the letter. "Thank you!"

Song family.

The nanny was preparing breakfast. Other than the kitchen, the rest of the house was deserted. Ever since Miss Song left, it had been like this. There was no laughter.

The two men in the family were both from the military. Before dawn, the two of them got up. Brother Song went out for a run while Father Song sat on the sofa and read the newspaper. The only movement in the living room was the clock hanging on the wall, ticking away.

At this moment, the living room door opened and hurried footsteps were heard. Brother Song hurried in.

Father Song was a little surprised. His son was usually the calmest. There were very few things that could make him reveal such an expression.

At this moment, Brother Song walked up to him and handed him a letter. "Dad, Xiao Xuan wrote a letter back."

When Father Song heard this, his face showed some joy. He hurriedly opened the letter and read ten lines at a glance. Brother Song kept a close eye on his father's face, afraid that something had happened to his little sister.

After the two of them finished reading the letter, the father and son looked at each other speechlessly. There was nothing in the letter. Song Xuan told them that she was doing well and that the people there were very friendly to her. She told them not to worry about her and that Father Song was not young anymore. He had to take good care of his body.

Every word she said was appropriate, but it made the two men feel uncomfortable in their hearts.

Their family had doted on her since she was young. How long had she been gone? She had grown up.

It was not that this was not a good thing, but she had to pay the price for growing up. As her brother and father, they had not done a good enough job!

Brother Song was the first to speak to his father. "Dad, is there anything else at home?

I'll go to the district later and send it to my little sister. "

Father Song nodded in agreement. "Later, get the auntie at home to pack up. Send all the nutritional products that those people brought over to your little sister. Also, give her the cloth coupons."

"Okay."

As Brother Song spoke, he took out a piece of paper and wrote down what he wanted to send later. After organizing it, he showed it to Father Song. The father and son discussed it over and over again as if they were discussing national affairs.

Zhiqing Yuan.

Song Xuan woke up in the morning and spent a lot of effort to prepare breakfast. She could not help but sigh in her heart. It was indeed different to see with one's own eyes and to do it with one's own hands.

Ever since Hu Mengyun and her parted on bad terms that night, Hu Mengyun acted as if she could not see Song Xuan. She no longer pretended to be a caring big sister. She did not even say a word in the morning. She had a straight face and was cold.

Of course, Song Xuan was also very happy about this.

To her now, Hu Mengyun had not done anything to let her down. At most, she was just coveting some small benefits. However, based on what she had done in her previous life, it was impossible for Song Xuan to get along with her without any grudges. Therefore, it was best for them to treat each other as strangers.

Song Xuan tidied herself up and went to work in the fields as usual. In fact, it was not the busy season yet, so there was not much work to do in the fields.

However, Song Xuan felt very bored if she had to stay at home.

When she went to the fields to take a look, there was indeed nothing to do.

Right now, those who did not have any other work to do came over to work. Those who had other ways to make a living, like Father Yu and Mother Yu, who had other ways to earn money in private, basically did not come over to waste time. Because they were living leisurely now, the number of centimeters they remembered was pitiful. However, for some families, it was better than nothing.

The women pulled out the weeds in the fields, and the men continued to dig the flood control canal.

In fact, after a few days, the weeds in the fields were almost all pulled out. The women gathered together and chatted about trivial matters. The supervisors also turned a blind eye and did not pursue the matter.

After a few days, Zhou Shumei had already established a deep revolutionary friendship with Song Xuan. When she saw Song Xuan coming over, she held a handful of grass in her hand and waved at her enthusiastically.

Song Xuan smiled at her and quickly walked over.

Yu Zhidong had been working in the fields tirelessly these days. He was so diligent that it made people's hair stand on end. He had simply made up for the work that he had missed out on for so many years.

This morning, Yu Zhidong cleaned himself up as usual. He even dug out the new jacket that Mother Yu had made for him and dressed up pretentiously before going out.

Mother Yu wore reading glasses and was cutting clothes in the living room. When she saw Yu Zhidong dressed like a human, she thought that after persisting for a few days, he finally could not bear it anymore and wanted to go somewhere to play. She asked casually. Who knew that Yu Zhidong would turn his head and look calm, but he would actually show off to his mother and say, "I'm going to work in the fields."

Mother Yu had just asked casually. After Yu Zhidong left, she reacted and chased after him with a cloth ruler. "You stinky brat, why are you wearing new clothes when you're working in the fields? Aren't you wasting things?

… … "

Walking on the road, Yu Zhidong was like a peacock seeking a mate. He was busy showing off his advantages. His face did not have the usual sarcasm and impatience, and the corners of his mouth seemed to curl up into a smile. He did not have the frightening aura of the past, and his unique face became eye-catching.

Along the way, he attracted the gazes of the young ladies and young women, who all looked at him and whispered together.

He swaggered all the way until he saw the plot of land where Song Xuan was working. He stopped and walked up to the person who was digging ditches in that plot of land. He put his hand on the person's shoulder like an outsider and said, "Hey, brother, do me a favor. How about we change places?

You can work at my place and give this place to me. I'll put all the centimeters on your head. I don't want it. "

The person who Yu Zhidong put his hand on his shoulder was a young man. He was a few years younger than Yu Zhidong.

Don't look at how some people thought that Yu Zhidong was disliked by cats and dogs. In the eyes of these children who were a few years younger than him, he was a role model for their generation and an idol-like existence.

Hearing his idol say this, that person agreed without hesitation. "Brother Yu, we can change places, but how can I take your centimeters?!"

Yu Zhidong was a little amused by this person's righteous refusal. He smiled and said to him, "You're already calling me Brother Yu. How can I let you suffer a loss?" Then he straightened up and patted him on the shoulder. "Okay, thank you very much for today."