FSC [QT] Chapter 78.2

It’s Monday again~~

Be happy, and let’s work hard, everyone!! ❤️

In the past few years, she had never cut her hair. The waist-length hair of ‘Ye Wu’ was almost to the buttocks when it was loosened. Her hair quality was excellent, thick, and black.

Because of the habit of tying braids all year round, her hair was naturally curly when it was loosened, which was more beautiful than the curly hair with a perm.

Because of the braid, her hair didn’t look that long. After it was tied, it was about waist level.

Ah Wu combed her hair on both sides, opened the door, and prepared to light a fire to cook rice porridge first and wash the underwear that she had changed out of last night.

Pah, pah, pah—

When she walked to the main hall, Ah Wu heard the sound of chopping wood, which made her subconsciously think that a thief had come to the house to steal firewood.

It was not until she saw Kuang Aijun sitting in the yard that she remembered that her husband had returned.

“You’re up. I’m almost done chopping the firewood. I’ve filled the water jar with water. I’ve also washed the clothes you and the children took off last night. There’s porridge cooking on the stove. We’ll be able to eat it soon, but it may be a little hot, so it’s best to let it air dry for a while.”

Seeing Ah Wu appear, Kuang Aijun straightened his back and deliberately fiddled with his strong and muscular body.

It’s almost the beginning of summer, but it’s still spring weather now, with low temperatures in the morning and evening. It is only around 19 or 20 Celsius now.

Ordinary people with weak bodies still had to wear two long gowns. It was rare to see a man like Kuang Aijun walking around in a camouflage vest.

“Have you washed the clothes?”

Ah Wu looked at the familiar pair of underwear drying in the yard and the simple vest that she couldn’t make herself, and her face quickly turned red.

Such a private thing, Kuang Aijun actually washed it for her!

At this moment, Ah Wu really wanted to explode on the spot.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure I washed it clean.”

Kuang Aijun thought about the little thing that was only the size of his palm and was a little curious about how his wife put that piece of cloth on her body.

All in all, they hadn’t seen each other for nearly four years, and it had been a long time since their last intimate contact.

Kuang Aijun had always felt that he had some psychological problems after surviving a near-death experience three years ago. Although all his memories were preserved, he did not have much sense of identity with his current identity. It was not until he met his wife Ye Wu yesterday that he finally felt at ease.

He is Kuang Aijun, and Ye Wu is his wife. Since the war three years ago, Kuang Aijun had never identified with this identity as much as he did now.

Ah Wu glanced at the man who was eager to show off his achievements, but she did not speak and turned back to the room.

“Three years ago, when you got the news of my sacrifice, everyone really thought that I was dead.”

Kuang Aijun stopped chopping wood and followed Ye Wu into the house.

“At that time, many of our comrades died, including my teammates in the same battalion. The battlefield was too chaotic, with stray bullets flying everywhere. In jungle warfare, you don’t know where your enemy will come from.”

“At that time, I was shot and it happened to hit my right arm. The hand holding the gun loosened, and I didn’t have time to pick it up. In order to avoid the enemy’s strafing, I rolled into a ditch…”

Kuang Aijun said this not to gain sympathy, but to briefly describe the situation on the battlefield at that time.

“When the battlefield was being cleared, my gun was found with several broken fingers on it, which made others think that I had died. In fact, I lost the gun, and the broken fingers on it should belong to a person who picked up the gun later.”

“The place where I fainted was too hidden, so I was not found until the fourth day after the war. The person who found me was an aboriginal living on the border.”

“By the time he sent me to the hospital and the hospital notified the troops, some time had passed. By that time, you already knew the news of my death.”

It was really a miracle that Kuang Aijun could save his life.

First of all, he survived in the harsh jungle for four days despite being shot and bleeding heavily.

The blood did not dry up, the wound did not get infected, he did not starve to death, and he did not die of thirst. The doctors who performed the operation on him shouted that it was impossible.

In the end, all this was attributed to his excellent physical fitness and strong desire to survive. Apart from that, there was no other reason.

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