Chapter 33: Wife Writes Him a Letter_1
Lu Jianjun turned his head and glared at a few show-offs, “Stand at attention, about face, run ten laps.”
“Commander Lu, please no!”
“Commander Lu, we are sorry.”
“Commander Lu, we are sorry.”
So, in a short while, a few agile figures were seen running around the training ground. The others were no longer curious; these youngsters must have somehow annoyed Yun Hao again.
As the camp commander, Yun Hao didn’t have his own separate house, but he did have a single-occupancy dormitory. Latest content publıshed on 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩⁂𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾⁂𝔫𝔢𝔱
The room was quite simple, equipped with a desk, a small desk lamp, a pen holder with a few pens, some military books, and a bed. The military green quilt on the bed had been neatly folded into a cube by him.
At that moment, he was sitting on a stool, staring at a package in his hand for a long time before finally unwrapping it. When he saw the blue articles inside, an expression of surprise crossed his face.
Although his mother had knitted sweaters for him before, they were not . This must have been knitted by his wife.
There were knitted sweaters, knitted trousers, and knitted socks. There was even a letter hidden in the folds.
Yun Hao held the letter without opening it for a long time, feeling a rush of emotion, longing, and nervousness.
After taking a deep breath, he finally unfolded the letter: Yun Hao, I don’t know what to write. This is the sweater and trousers I knitted for you. Try on them and see if they fit. Unfortunately, I don’t know how to make shoes, so all I can do is knit. Everything at home is fine. I have grown accustomed to my new role. Your mother and father treated me well, but I miss you, Yun Hao. Take good care of yourself in the military and don’t get hurt; I would find it heart-wrenching.
Yun Hao was overwhelmed with emotion. He knew that many eyes must have already scanned this letter. But even so, this was his most precious letter.
Again and again, he stared at those words with admiration. His wife’s handwriting was even better than his. Just looking at it, one could hardly guess that it was written by a young girl of about ten.
Little did he know that in her previous life, Meng Yunhan had lived for more than fifty years. It was beyond challenge to have her change all at once. And yet, Meng Yunhan had overlooked this fact.
In fact, Yun Hao didn’t know at this point; the superior officers of their entire army were aware of the beautiful penmanship of Yun Hao’s wife.
He carefully tucked the letter inside a book. As for the knitted clothes, he took off his jacket right away and began to try them on.
The blue sweater fit him perfectly.
His wife truly had a discerning eye.
At this moment, the praised Meng Yunhan was busy in her own space.
When she saw that the tree she had focused on recently sprouted a new bud, she almost jumped with excitement.
The Well Spring Water really works, really works! Look at the tree sprouting new buds.
So, she brought some vegetable seeds from home and started to work hard. With her small arms and legs, she could only do it slowly. She divided more than one-acre land into several areas, planned to use a large piece for corn, a separate piece for wheat, reserved a very small piece for vegetables. She just considered this vegetable plot as experimental farmland.
“Hanhan, Hanhan, why do you keep watching this jujube tree whenever you have free time?” Yun’s mother finally asked when she saw her daughter-in-law standing under the jujube tree again.
“Mother, mother, it is sprouting new buds!” Meng Yunhan stared at the jujube tree and wondered why it was not growing leaves, blooming, and bearing fruit as said in the legend.