Chapter 6: Cold War

Zhang Guilan's heart was on fire. She looked up at Luo Jijun's follow-up, and couldn't help but a sarcastic smile everywhere. She has been with the army for several months, and this person has entered her room for the first time.

Obviously, he told himself to calm down, but he couldn't help sneering at the other party, "Yo, it seems that I really have to thank Shang Hong. Without her, I don't know when you can enter the threshold of my room."

Luo Jijun originally had a paralyzed face. At this time, he was covered with another layer of frost by Zhang Guilan's words, and he still restrained his hot temper. "There is nothing between me and her. Don't think too much. I'm going to take the army outside to train. Take care of yourself in the next few months

"I don't have that brain. I didn't expect that I could see these eyes." Zhang Guilan originally wanted to lose her temper, but she felt that what she had done these days would be in vain. But she was not angry and unwilling. In the end, the words of concern came out of her mouth and faintly, "The weather is cold. You should pay attention to your health when you go outside. I knitted a sweater for you, and take it with you

Looking back to her last life, Zhang Guilan was also very aggrieved. In fact, she had an inferiority when she married Luo Jijun. When Luo Jijun came to Zhang's house, Zhang Guilan hid in the back room to peek. The men in the village were soft. The men who had been in the army like Luo Jijun were Li asked Luo Jijun to marry her with the matter of repaying kindness. Maybe the two of them would not be happy, but she still looked forward to it.

But who would have thought that Luo Jijun was drunk on the night of getting married, and she hated it and didn't care about liking it. Later, she quarreled with her mother-in-law and father-in-law. In the face of Luo Jijun's indifference, the initial ignorance was gone.

It can only be blamed on her for living so much. She has not even learned how to deal with people. She will only play, otherwise she will not end up like that. She will live a new life. She always tells herself that she can't go back.

Find out the sweaters knitted in the past few days from the cabinet and handed it to Luo Jijun. "If you want to go out, there must be a lot of things in the team that have not been explained. You can go to the team for breakfast."

Zhang Guilan lowered her head and could only see Luo Jijun's chest, like a mountain. It was false to say that she didn't care. Thinking of the scene where Shang Hong pulled Luo Jijun, and Luo Jijun did not shake it off, Zhang Guilan's heart was uncomfortable.

Luo Jijun looked at the sweater in his hand and then looked at his angry wife who bowed his head in front of him. His voice was cold and stiff, "I know."

Hearing this sentence, Zhang Guilan scolded a mallet in her heart. Can't she say something nice? Even women can't coax.

"This is 20 yuan. If it's not enough, I'll borrow it from the Li family at the opposite door. I'll pay it back when I come back." Luo Jijun took out 20 yuan from his pocket and handed it over.

Zhang Guilan didn't say much. In fact, she needs money now. She doesn't have a job. She only relies on Luo Jijun to support her family alone. She can't get rich these days. Moreover, in her last life, she also understood the truth that no matter how much a woman needs love, she must first have her own career,

So she needs money to do business now, even if it is a small business, at least it needs to be moved.

Listening to the sound of the door closing, Zhang Guilan knew that Luo Jijun had left and sat back ** with a breath. At the same time, he was angry. He had to let Luo Jijun kneel under her pomegranate skirt one day.

Luo Jijun took the sweater and went directly to the department without wrapping it. He was seen all the way. Several people had a good relationship. He also came to take the sweater to have a look. The place where the twist was twisted was knitted with white wool and matched with dark blue wool. Not to mention how beautiful it was. He is a man in the army. He usually doesn't care about these things, and he is also attracted.

"Zijun, is this woven by my sister-in-law? It's better than the one sold in the city's shopping malls. It is Camper Yang, the husband of Shang Hong.

Yang Zongguo is also a son of a high-level man. He is the second generation of the army. He has never seen anything when he is young. Just say that this sweater can be praised by him, that is, it must be good.

"Zijun, I didn't expect my sister-in-law to have this skill. She taught my family another day and asked her to weave one for me." The speaker is the political commissar Huang of the third team.

Luo Jijun couldn't see anything on his face. "This time when you go out for training, some of the players in your three teams are not very stable. Lao Huang, you are looking for an opportunity to talk to someone."

Luo Jijun has always said little, and his mouth was also a business. The people present did not think much about it, and the sweater was over.

But after several men present came home that day, they all mentioned the sweater incidentally, especially Yang Zongguo, and said with a smile, "Don't think it's from the countryside, you have a special mind. You should also walk around more on weekdays and don't dislike others."

"It's just a sweater that coaxes you men. If you get something else, why don't you go home to divorce your daughter-in-law?" Shang Hong, dressed in long-legged and long-sleeved pajamas in white cotton, was sitting in the mirror and going to wipe the snow cream on his face.

"You woman is just biased. This is the army compound. You usually don't form gangs. Do you know that this is engaged in internal division?" Although Shang Hong's identity is good, Yang Zongguo's background is not low.

In terms of height, Shang Hong still needs to lower Yang Zongguo. Although Shang Hong's father is also an officer in the army, he is a political commissar and a civilian, while Yang Zongguo's father holds the military power in his hand, which is naturally not as good as the other party.

"Empt, I'm not good. I'm divided. You can go to whoever is good." After falling the wooden comb in his hand, Shang Hong turned around and left.

Yang Zongguo didn't look well. He took it off, got up, put on his clothes, and went straight to the team to live. The two were also introduced by his family to get married. They had only been married for three years and had no children. With the passage of time, there were more and more such small quarrels.

Both of them are children spoiled by their families. Who is willing to let each other take a step? In this way, there are conflicts, and it is often cold for several months. Yang Zongguo stood under the tree and smoked heavily. He regrets why he listened to the family's introduction to get married.

Looking at the dark shadow passing by from afar, it got closer and closer. After seeing the fat figure, Yang Zongguo's unhappiness in his heart retreated a little and said, "Sister-in-law."