"Go home!" She was determined to find Old Feng and Comrade Old Yan to have a heart-to-heart talk.
Having finally come across a man who had stirred her heart, she couldn't let someone else dig him away just like that.
Yan Huan packed up and left, Xiaomei finished her apple and took a look at the knitting Yan Huan had left behind, her head nearly doubled in size: "Ancestors above, your yarn is all tangled into a net, how on earth did you knit this!"
The military district compound.
Yan Huan, carrying her bag, walked along the path lined with green pines, heading towards the small two-story building at the end--her home.
As soon as she entered, without even having time to shout "Mom and Dad," she heard Old Feng complaining to Comrade Old Yan, "Old Yan, are you ever going to take charge of your children? Neither son nor daughter is getting married! An old son, an old maid! Not one of them is giving any peace of mind!"
