The educated youth was reborn and wanted to disappear, but he was locked into a military marriage.

Turn from North and South Street onto East and West Street and walk all the way west. At the top of West Street is the largest Hongqi Shopping Mall in Pingcheng.

Zhu Xiaomin muttered: "Although the army distributes clothes, when you go out sometimes, you can't just wear military uniforms, buy some clothes."

"The number of times I can go out is limited, so military uniforms are fine." Lu Mingzheng shook his head with a smile, looked down at her and said, "On your side, your clothes get wrinkled when you hug Xiaoyi when you get home, so buy a few more to wear."

"How many pairs of underwear do you have to buy? You only wear the ones issued by the army, not the ones I bought. You look like a bachelor." Zhu Xiaomin settled for the next best thing.

Lu Mingzheng was helpless: "Who would look at my underwear?"

"Look, I see you even wear underwear from the army, so what's the difference between you and other people in the army?" Zhu Xiaomin said forcefully.

Lu Mingzheng was helpless and funny, so he could only nod vaguely: "Okay, you buy it, I will wear it when I see you." He followed her into the mall, but held her hand and walked directly to the women's clothing area.

There are not many ready-made clothes at this time. They come in either military green or gray blue. The most eye-catching ones are white shirts.

Zhu Xiaomin looked up for a while, shook her head slightly, and whispered: "To buy ready-made clothes, it is better to buy fabrics and let me make poems later."

"Okay!" Lu Mingzheng agreed, holding her in his arms to look at the fabric.

Zhu Xiaomin: ...I didn’t say buy it.

But Lu Mingzheng had already pulled her over, and when he saw a roll of light blue muslin, he walked over and asked softly: "Xiaomin, do you want to make a skirt?"

When I first saw her, she was wearing a long light blue muslin dress. The impression I had at that time was actually relatively weak. On the contrary, after I got into my heart, her image at that time became more vivid in my memory.

Zhu Xiaomin shook her head helplessly: "I go to the countryside all day long, and it's not convenient to wear a skirt."

"Wear it for work." Lu Mingzheng suggested.

Zhu Xiaomin was helpless: "It's not convenient either."

It has to be said that before the catastrophe of those ten years, women's clothing was influenced by Dasu. Dresses were once all the rage in the city. However, the catastrophe of those ten years brought ideological shackles to people, and even the clothes became more conservative. It is almost impossible to see women wearing skirts on the streets nowadays.

wear a skirt?

This guy is not afraid of someone coveting his wife.

Lu Mingzheng was obviously still a little unwilling, and said: "Otherwise, make a coat and wear it in autumn."

This blue suits her so well. It looks elegant and dusty when worn on her body. It is far different from the smart and capable look she wears in shirts and trousers now.

Zhu Xiaomin turned her head to think about it, nodded, and said with a smile: "That's fine!" Then she pointed to a dark red roll next to her, "I'll give you a piece of poetry too."

"Okay!" Lu Mingzheng smiled and waved to the waiter, "Comrade, help with the invoice."

The waiter turned around and saw a man in military uniform and a woman in a white shirt. He put down the things in his hands and asked with a smile: "Comrade, what do you want to buy?"

Not far from them, a pair of young men were also calling for the waiter. Seeing the waiter passing in front of him, the young man immediately became annoyed: "Waiter, I called first, what's your attitude?"

The waiter turned back and glared at him: "What are you shouting for? Soldiers have priority, don't you know?"

The man took one look at Lu Mingzheng's military uniform and darkened his face: "You look down on others. You think they are rich, but they are just poor soldiers."

Lu Mingzheng had just come out of school, still wearing two pockets of regular clothes.

Zhu Xiaomin didn't pay attention to the person over there at first, and was blocked by Lu Mingzheng. At this time, he heard the familiar voice, and unconsciously leaned over to look over there. He met the other person's eyes for a moment, and couldn't help but be stunned.

The young man recognized her in an instant, and after a moment of hesitation, he shouted, "Xiao Min?" He walked over, pushed Lu Mingzheng away, and asked in surprise, "Xiao Min, why are you here? Aren't you in the countryside?"

After saying that, he looked her up and down again, and saw that she was wearing a white shirt, black trousers, and her hair was combed into a neat ponytail. Her whole person exuded an intellectual aura, and there was no trace of a country person. There was some suspicion in her eyes, and she looked at Lu Mingzheng again. He looked over, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Who is he?"

Lu Mingzheng was pushed away by him unexpectedly, and he had already stretched out a hand to block Zhu Xiaomin's face. Unexpectedly, he was startled when he called out her name, and turned to look at Zhu Xiaomin.

At this moment, Zhu Xiaomin's heart was filled with emotions. She gritted her teeth, endured the discomfort in her heart, and said slowly: "He is Lu Mingzheng, my husband." Then he turned to look at Lu Mingzheng, "Mingzheng, he is... My brother, Zhu Xiaofeng.”

husband?

elder brother?

Both men were surprised. Lu Mingzheng put down his hand and stretched out his hand politely: "Hello, I am Lu Mingzheng."

I was not mentally prepared, so I didn't shout out because it was a bit awkward to say.

Zhu Xiaofeng turned a blind eye to his hand, frowned and asked Zhu Xiaomin: "Didn't you marry a rough guy? Oh, an educated youth? Not in that ravine? How come you followed a soldier and came here again? It's a different man. ?”

"Brother, what are you talking about?" Hearing his unpleasant words, Zhu Xiaomin's face darkened.

She had mentioned Lu Mingzheng's identity and name in the letter before her marriage, but she had only omitted his family background, so she didn't know that he didn't pay attention at all.

When Lu Mingzheng heard the question before him, he originally wanted to explain, but when he heard the last sentence, he swallowed the words in his mouth, his face darkened, and he slowly took his hand back.

The waiter suddenly heard a big melon. His face was surprised but also a little excited. He opened his mouth like an "O" and looked at Zhu Xiaomin and then at Lu Mingzheng.

How come this lesbian, so neatly and beautifully dressed, turns out to be from the village?

It turns out that she married a rough guy and was still an educated youth, and now she married a soldier, and now she was caught red-handed by her own brother.

Zhu Xiaofeng didn't care about Zhu Xiaomin's downcast expression. He turned to look at Lu Mingzheng again and nodded: "Whether it's a soldier, he is better than a villain." He pulled the woman standing behind him and said, "Your sister-in-law, Lijuan. ”

Zhu Xiaomin's eyes fell on the woman, who was taller and stronger than her, with fair skin, a pair of phoenix eyes, slightly raised eyebrows, a wide face, a thin and small mouth, and a slightly raised mouth. Say hello, but look her up and down.

Overall, she was a beautiful woman, but the combination of her facial features revealed some meanness, which made her extremely uncomfortable. She just nodded slightly: "Hello!"

Sun Lijuan's eyes moved up from the leather shoes on her feet, and she said with a smile: "You are Xiaomin. Mom always talks about you. Why don't you come back when your brother and I get married? This is outrageous."

Zhu Xiaomin smiled gently: "Are you married? I really don't know, did my family buy you a job, or did you take my mother's job away?"

Yes, the first job the family bought was given to my brother, and the second job was to get my daughter-in-law into the house, but I didn't ask her if she needed a job to go back to the city.