Before returning to the military compound, she went downstairs to see Su Lianlian again.
Mother Su curled up on the chair and fell asleep, and Father Su sat by the wall in a daze.
Gong Xue handed the bag with food to Su's father, "This is bread and milk. You and your aunt will eat some for now. I will come over early tomorrow morning."
For everyone who cares about Su Lianlian, this is destined to be a sleepless night.
Xiao Wang sent her back to the army compound, and under the dim light of the street lamp, she opened her grandfather's old diary.
Due to the limitations of his childhood education, the pen calligraphy written by my grandfather looks the same as that written by a child who has just learned to write, stroke by stroke, rigid and immature.
However, there is a sense of seriousness between the lines.
She casually flipped through a few pages, all of which were news reports that her grandfather had excerpted from the People's Daily and the People's Liberation Army Daily at the beginning of the liberation of the last century.
Basically it has something to do with the military and soldiers.
Her fingers touched the bulge on a page, she found it, turned it over, and a line of headings with emphasis on text caught her attention.
What is a soldier?
What is a soldier? Isn't this the question that puzzles her?
Grandpa excerpted a passage below.
Soldiers are those who live for war and die for peace. Soldiers are those who save the people from fire and water, and save the country from collapse. Soldiers are those who follow the golden drum in battle at dawn and hug jade saddles at night. Soldiers die on the battlefield.
A soldier is a person who is wrapped in horse leather. A soldier is a person who must use me in battle and use me to win. A soldier is a person who persists in his beliefs and is indomitable. A soldier is a person who insists on loneliness and has no fear or regret...
She stared at those stiff and stereotyped words for a long time, and then slowly looked away...
The sultry evening breeze in summer couldn't dissipate the anxiety on her body at all. She raked her hair and slammed the diary shut.
Xiao Wang looked at her sideways, "I'm still thinking about Su Lianlian."
Can she say she isn't?
It was not all for Su Lianlian, but also for my own mood which was getting worse and worse.
After returning home, Aunt Tian heard about Su Lianlian, and she sighed again. Later, Aunt Tian discovered that Gong Xue's outfit was a bit strange. When she followed her to the room, she found that the little girl was looking at the colorful sanitary products, studying them carefully.
usage.
Seeing Aunt Tian's stunned look, Gong Xue smiled helplessly at her, "I'm not good at using it."
The light from the desk lamp made her slender figure even thinner. Her eyes were bright, with a hint of uneasiness and a hint of embarrassment, as she looked at the people closest to her...
Aunt Tian's heart skipped a beat and suddenly became unbearably sad...
She called out to Xiaoxue, walked up in a few steps, held Gong Xue's head, and held her tightly in her arms.
"Silly boy, why don't you tell Aunt Tian? Your mother is not at home, and I am here. I can take care of you... What a stupid boy... Silly boy..."
Aunt Tian couldn't help crying, for poor Xiaoxue, for the Gong family who couldn't be reunited, and for Mr. Gong who was seriously ill in the hospital...
After Gong Xue had mastered the use of sanitary napkins, Aunt Tian had already cooked red date soup with brown sugar boiled in it. It was steaming and appetizing.
Wearing the pajamas Gao Yuan gave her, she hugged a small bowl and leaned against the kitchen wall, chatting with Aunt Tian.
Aunt Tian was chattering away, talking about topics like how women should take good care of themselves.
Gong Xue thought it was good. The warm and sweet taste made her temporarily forget her worries.
"Ring--------ring--------" The ringing of the phone in the living room suddenly interrupted their conversation.
Aunt Tian was still busy cleaning up, Gong Xue put down the bowl and trotted over, "I'll pick it up----"