On the evening of the twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, amidst the vast expanse of white snow outside Gaijiatun, a green figure appeared and disappeared intermittently.
Li Hongjun, wrapped in a green military coat and carrying a huge backpack, hurried home.
For the first time in all the years he had been a soldier, he felt the true meaning of being eager to return home—he just couldn't wait to get back, couldn't wait to see his wife.
As soon as Dashuan's wife opened the door and saw the man in military uniform at the gate, she was startled. His Lei Feng hat was covered in white frost, and she didn't recognize it was Li Hongjun at first glance.
"Hongjun's back, oh, why have you only just got back?" After recognizing him, Dashuan's wife hurriedly ushered him inside.
"Sister-in-law, is Yunfang all right?" Li Hongjun still didn't know that Yunfang had already given birth.
"She's fine, very fine, you'll see for yourself," Dashuan's wife said with a hearty smile.
