After the military marriage, the stupid beauty wants to run away from her husband

Since that big incident, Song Bojun has become extremely busy in the Song family. He often does not go home, and even if he does, he leaves in the middle of the night or early in the morning.

It had been almost half a month since Zhang Yuwan saw Song Bojun again. One day, when she arrived home before dinner, she found him sitting on the sofa with a serious expression, as if he was thinking about something.

The tea on the coffee table had long since gone cold, so Zhang Yuwan replaced it with a cup of hot tea and gently placed it next to him.

Zhang Yuwan had intended to quietly withdraw so as not to disturb Song Bojun's train of thought, but he stopped her, "Xiaowan, are you adjusting to life in the capital? Are you having any difficulties?"

"Dad, everything is fine. Except for the dry climate, everything else is good and comfortable. Mom and Mrs. Wang also take good care of me." Zhang Yuwan sat in front of Song Bojun with dignity.

"Xiao Wan, I heard from your mother that you are now working as a translator for a machinery factory." Song Bojun asked.

"Yes, they recently imported some equipment and invited a technical expert from the United States. My main job is to translate documents and instructions." Zhang Yuwan didn't know what Song Bojun meant by asking this.

"How much do you know about America's industrial and military capabilities? Tell me what you think." Song Bojun asked casually, "Let's discuss it. Don't feel pressured. It doesn't matter if you don't understand."

Zhang Yuwan didn't really understand much, but she knew the history of more than 50 years later. After thinking about it, she found some things to talk about and briefly chatted with Song Bojun about future development trends.

Sitting in this position, Song Bojun is more concerned about the overall situation. The country is currently poor. As a senior official, he is not unaware of the gap between China and European and American countries. Even if he wants to catch up, it will not be a matter of one day or one night.

However, domestic development stagnated, and in many things he could only find ways to confront people with different political positions while protecting some people to develop slowly.

He didn't expect that Zhang Yuwan had a deep understanding of the international situation and had his own unique insights.

In the end, Song Bojun sighed. The difficulties he faced were more than just a mountain! There was no one to help him, so he couldn't show his ability.

"China is still too short of talent. Xiaowan, you are really good and capable. We need young people like you to develop China."

"There will always be talented people, Dad. Our China will definitely get out of these difficulties. There will always be outstanding people supporting this country and moving forward. Before that, we will also get rid of these burdens, and China will usher in an era of rapid development." Zhang Yuwan said affirmatively.

At night, Zhang Yuwan was lying on the bed flipping through the book "Communication Management System". She knew that the country needed talents like Mr. Lin, but she was very conflicted and did not dare to recommend him easily.

Although no one told her during her few days in Beijing, she still found some clues from the traces that the Song family was now in some trouble.

She felt sorry and sympathetic for what happened to Mr. Lin, but she didn't dare to lend a hand easily.

Now she can only choose to turn a blind eye, as people tend to seek benefits and avoid harm.

Despite her dilemma, she still called Yucun to ask how Old Man Lin was doing.

Now it is not like a few years ago. Old man Lin was treated much better, but he became ill due to overwork. Some time ago, he was found unconscious in the cowshed. He was taken to the hospital and stayed there for three days before he was brought back to health. Now his health is completely broken and he can no longer do physical labor.

This phone call made Zhang Yuwan feel a strong sense of guilt. If only, if he had consulted his father earlier, could he have rehabilitated Mr. Lin sooner and allowed him to live a normal life.

After staying up all night until the evening, Song Bojun finally returned home on time these days, without working overtime or getting home in the middle of the night.

As soon as he entered the house, he saw his daughter-in-law waiting at the door. He asked gently, "Xiao Wan, didn't you go out today? I heard from your mother that you go out every day. If you want to go somewhere far away, I can arrange a car for you."

Zhang Yuwan took Song Bojun's briefcase and said straight to the point, "I didn't go out. Dad, I'm waiting for you here. I have something I want to ask for your advice."

"Oh! Okay! I like chatting with you too. You, young comrade, are very thoughtful! Haha! Let's go to the study and talk!" Song Bojun changed his shoes and took Zhang Yuwan into the study.

After Zhang Yuwan told him about the books written by Mr. Lin and his own objective description of Mr. Lin as an educated youth, he also talked about Mr. Lin's current physical condition due to overwork some time ago.

Of course, I also expressed my own worries and anxieties.

Song Bojun was like a teacher, giving Zhang Yuwan some guidance from time to time and giving her some specific suggestions on her ideas and what she had done.

"Dad! Thank you. Chatting with you has made all the confusions I had before clear up now." Zhang Yuwan feels very lucky to have an old man who can help him when he is confused and doubtful.

A few days later, I received a call from Wei Qiuchi, "Comrade Zhang, I recently contacted Yu Village and found out that Mr. Lin's rehabilitation notice has arrived, requiring him to return to Beijing as soon as possible, his position to be reinstated, and his salary for the past few years to be paid. This is great."

"That's really great news. Do you know when Mr. Lin will be back?" Zhang Yuwan asked on the phone.

"We will arrive in Beijing tomorrow. There is no one at Mr. Lin's house anymore. Let's go and pick him up together!" Wei Qiuchi suggested.

"Uh~ I'd better forget it! It's not very convenient." Zhang Yuwan didn't want to see that crazy woman Wang Jingjing again.

There was a cough from the other end of the phone, and it took Wei Qiuchi a long time to calm down, "It's not that you listen to me..."

In short, the next day, Zhang Yuwan took a jeep to the train station. Wei Qiuchi was already waiting there at the bustling train station entrance. Of course, there was a woman, Wang Jingjing, with him.

Wei Qiuchi and Wang Jingjing did not expect that Zhang Yuwan would be picked up by a military vehicle, and the driver was tall and mighty, and he looked like someone who was not to be trifled with.

Wang Jingjing suddenly felt that her attitude towards Zhang Yuwan a few days ago was a bit presumptuous.

Now he felt a little embarrassed in front of Zhang Yuwan, his eyes wandering around, and he didn't dare to look at her.

Wei Qiuchi knew that Zhang Yuwan had married well, especially since her home had a telephone. He was still surprised that she could have a car to travel.

No wonder she doesn't dress like an ordinary person.

Now he had no idea who was behind Lin Jifeng's rehabilitation.

Zhang Yuwan pretended not to notice Wang Jingjing's awkward look and just got out of the car and nodded to Wei Qiuchi.

They were outside looking at the people leaving the station. They waited for a long time until almost all the passengers on this train had left. Then they saw Lin Jifeng, wearing patched clothes and holding a small cloth bag, walking slowly down the train.

"Uncle Lin." Zhang Yuwan saw it immediately with his sharp eyes and hurried forward to greet him.