Chapter 27

Qianlin responded and showed Ninghe the drawing he had just drawn.

The colorful scenes on the drawing paper lit up Ning He’s eyes.

Ning He was born in the 21st century, an era when technology and the Internet are very active and widespread. In her era, if a three-year-old child could draw such a picture, his parents would have to spend money to cultivate him.

Not to mention that in the 1980s when there was nothing, Qianlin was able to paint such a vivid picture relying solely on his imagination.

Ning He was amazed. She touched Qian Lin’s head and asked him, “Lin Bao, do you like painting?”

Qianlin thought for a while before answering Ninghe: “I have never painted before, but when my mother taught me yesterday, I thought painting was very interesting.”

Ning He thought about it and it made sense. In this book, Qianlin didn’t become an artist when he grew up, but a typical second-generation military officer.

But since Qianlin is described in the book as a genius and adorable baby, he should be somewhat of a genius.

Ning He recalled a description of Qian Lin when he grew up in the book: he was taciturn, cold-hearted and had inherited all the traits of He Shaochuan.

However, after meeting the heroine, He Shaochuan’s long-frozen heart gradually melted and a smile gradually appeared on his face.

But Qianlin didn’t!

Ning He glanced at Qian Lin, who was smiling at her with his eyes curved. She just couldn’t connect him with the Qian Lin described in the book.

Ning He thought that the problem might lie with her biological mother.

Mothers have a significant influence on their children.

It is said that a child with a mother is like a treasure, and a child without a mother is like a weed. Qianlin in the book has no biological mother by his side, so he can only be like a weed, exposed to wind and rain, and become numb until he grows up.

Just thinking about this made Ning He even more determined to keep this marriage!

Also, she wants Qianlin to be a happy and carefree child and do what he likes.

Just like he likes painting now.

“Shaochuan, what are you doing in the yard so early in the morning?”

After the training, Yang Guoqiang looked at He Shaochuan who was sitting beside him wiping his sweat.

He Shaochuan’s hand holding the towel paused, and the scene of last night emerged in his mind.

He Shaochuan couldn’t even imagine it.

How he finished on the first night of his marriage.

No wonder she resisted and hated herself so much afterwards.

I could hear a woman’s faint breathing.

He Shaochuan’s patience had reached its limit. After fetching a basin of water for Ning He, he went out to take care of himself.

Who would have thought that after taking a cold shower and waking up from a nap, Ning He was hanging on him like a monkey, with her legs hanging on the man’s waist.

It also awakened the beast that had been sleeping for several hours.

He Shaochuan didn’t want to go out and solve the problem on his own like he did last night.

The two hugged each other tightly.

Finally he got up and went out to wash his pants.

Seeing He Shaochuan silent, Yang Guoqiang couldn’t help but tease him: “Are you washing your wife’s underwear?”

“What’s wrong with washing your wife’s underwear? Your wife can wash them for you, so why can’t you wash them for your wife?” He Shaochuan turned his head and looked at Yang Guoqiang with a cold face.

Yang Guoqiang was gagged by He Shaochuan’s words. He coughed lightly and explained with a smile: “I was just joking!”

He Shaochuan continued to wipe his sweat. Yang Guoqiang approached He Shaochuan and asked him in a low voice: “Nothing happened between you and your wife last night, right?”

“What do you mean?” He Shaochuan stopped wiping his sweat, put the towel away, and looked at Yang Guoqiang with a stern expression.

Yang Guoqiang rubbed his nose with his hand. Was he talking too much?

“Guoqiang, you have a bad habit. Whenever you feel guilty, you will rub your nose.” He Shaochuan exposed Yang Guoqiang with cold eyes.

Yang Guoqiang immediately withdrew his hand, knowing that He Shaochuan had become suspicious and he could not fool him at all.

He was desperate and said, “My wife told your wife about the performance of the art troupe on Army Day.”

He Shaochuan frowned, thinking of Ning He’s abnormal behavior last night. Could it be because of this?

“What did Sister Zhao say to my wife last night?” He Shaochuan asked.

Yang Guoqiang scratched his head and tried to recall: “Probably to let your wife cherish you. I also told my wife yesterday that your wife has a bad temper. If she knew that Yu Nianbai would come, she would probably make trouble with you last night. Were you okay last night?”

When men look at a problem, they always think a little more than women. If it were Ning He from before, if he knew about this, he would really have a big fight with He Shaochuan.

But now, Ning He has really changed. She didn’t make a big fuss, but instead tried to use herself to ease the relationship between the two.

If you ask He Shaochuan how he feels now, even he himself doesn’t know. He only knows that he is married, has a wife and a son, and his life will only revolve around these two people. The rest of the people have nothing to do with him.

He stood up with the towel in his hand. He wanted to go home for lunch today.

He left in such a hurry that he didn’t even have time to say hello to Ning He. He didn’t know if she had woken up or not. Had she eaten the bowl of porridge that had cooled on the table?

Is she used to it?

Just as He Shaochuan stood up to leave, a man wearing a green military uniform, a military cap, and a military green cloth bag on his waist came up on a bicycle behind him.

The bicycle stopped in front of He Shaochuan, and the young man took out an envelope from his bag and handed it to He Shaochuan.

“Captain He, I just went to your house to deliver a letter. No one was home, so I had to give you the letter. This is a letter from your wife.”

He Shaochuan looked at the envelope handed to him, his thin lips tightly pursed. It was unknown what he was thinking, and he was reluctant to reach out to take the envelope.

Yang Guoqiang nudged He Shaochuan and said, “Your father-in-law, the village chief, sent a letter to your wife again. Why don’t you answer it?”

He Shaochuan took the envelope without saying a word and thanked the man who delivered the letter.

“You’re welcome. The letter has been delivered. I’ll go to the next house. Captain He, Deputy Captain Yang, I’m leaving first.” With that, the man rode away on his bicycle.

Yang Guoqiang stared at the envelope in He Shaochuan’s hand with curiosity: “Your father-in-law sends letters to your wife every few days. What does he say? Is he worried about his daughter and grandson?”

He Shaochuan put the letter into his pocket, with no sign of joy on his face.

Only he knew that this letter was not sent by his father-in-law, but…

He Shaochuan said nothing and walked away with a cold face.

Yang Guoqiang was left staring at He Shaochuan’s back in confusion, muttering quietly: “Hey, what’s in this letter? It’s so mysterious, and they didn’t even tell me.”

He Shaochuan did not go home for lunch nor did he go to the cafeteria for lunch. Instead, he sat under an empty tree with the letter in his pocket.

He took out the envelope, looked at the three big words “Ning He received” written on it, and fell into deep thought.