Seeing Wang Xinsheng arriving together with Jiang Yun, Lu Shuai, General Xu and others, Feng Qingxue patted the back of Lu Jiang’s hand, reminding him to greet them, and she no longer focused on the dresses worn by Su ixiang and the others.
Amidst the black, gray, blue, and green, the appearance of lian-shan skirts symbolized the first step won have taken in their pursuit of beauty.
Even though it bears significant political aning, it is still worth celebrating.
Upon seeing Feng Qingxue, Wang Xinsheng and Jiang Yun, Lu Shuai, and the others expressed great joy, especially Wang Xinsheng, whose wrinkles relaxed as he smiled warmly. After the greetings, when Lu Shuai and General Xu were led away, he said to Feng Qingxue, "When did you arrive in the Capital? You haven’t even co by my place; your aunt is always thinking of you."
Feng Qingxue laughed, "Next ti, I’ll visit you and Aunt next ti I have a chance. I just got back from the South Sea, flew into the Capital, and thought I had a whole month. My father and Xibao are staying at Brother Jiang’s place, so I brought the kids along for a brief stay of a couple of days to see them. I’ll soon have to return to the Wucheng military base."
Hearing that the children were at his place, Jiang Yun was very pleased, "Aren’t you returning with Lu Jiang? A month is still a long ti!"
When the situation isn’t tense, sotis the arrangents for the military can be quite humane, allowing doctors in temporary positions a month to return to their original posts. It’s essentially giving them a good rest, though there are issues with long distances—not everyone has the chance to fly back.
Though there is a month, Feng Qingxue really can’t return to her post just before the month ends. She has to be mindful of appearances, especially since Lu Jiang is now constantly under everyone’s watchful eye.
Her stay in the Capital felt almost like stolen ti.
Therefore, Feng Qingxue could only force herself to tell Jiang Yun, "Ajiang won’t be back for another ten or twenty days; I can’t wait for him."
"Leave the kids here then, I’ll head ho in a few days," Jiang Yun said decisively. As one gets older, they enjoy the liveliness; Lu Chen alone is too lonely, plus he likes the Lu Family’s kids—naturally at ease, smart, and lively.
Feng Qingxue smiled, "That’ll depend on the kids’ thoughts, I can’t decide for them."
Kids may be young, but they have their own wishes, and she and Lu Jiang have always respected the children as parents.
Jiang Yun nodded, "I’ll ask them when I get back."
He chuckled; he had ways to make the kids willingly stay behind.
Just as Feng Qingxue was about to speak, they heard the announcent of the start of the dance. It was Lu Shuai who announced it, causing her to pause in surprise and softly ask, "The old leaders haven’t arrived yet, how did it start so soon?"
Wang Xinsheng waved his hand, "The old leaders are getting on in age, mobility is a bit inconvenient, so they won’t be attending this ti."
Feng Qingxue suddenly realized and promptly asked about the old leaders’ health. Naturally, Wang Xinsheng and others said it was good, unwilling to reveal anything more, and Feng Qingxue understood this custom and refrained from further inquiries.
Music started playing, and many veteran cadres entered the dance floor with their partners, two or three at a ti.
Wang Xinsheng smiled at the couple, "Go on, dance, it’s a rare occasion to attend."
Lu Jiang had attended nurous dances in the Capital, consistently never stepping onto the dance floor. So who’d spent considerable ti in the Capital were familiar with his first-ti dance scene and admired his resolve. This ti, as he ca with his wife, everyone’s eyes imdiately followed them, surprisingly, they danced quite well.
He stepped forward, she stepped back; one strong, one gentle, harmoniously creating a scene that resembled a painting.
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