Chapter 1571 Sisters' Night Talk 3

General Rong waved his hand, "Forget about asking for credit, that's what a soldier should do."

General Rong couldn't get away because Rong Yuan was injured, and his wife had been recuperating due to illness. In addition, General Rong didn't want to tell his wife about this before it was confirmed, fearing that the surprise would be in vain.

He had to do it himself, and General Rong checked his schedule.

Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue didn't ask about the follow-up development of this matter, and they were still busy with their own work.

When Feng Qingxue was inspecting the ward, Rong Yuan stopped her.

"Is there any news from my dad? Have you heard about Comrade Li Jiaoyang?" Even though he was lying and unable to move, Rong Yuan was very concerned about this matter, with an anxious look on his face.

Feng Qingxue smiled and said, "I found out that Li Jiaoyang is in Shanghai, but it's still unknown whether he is your brother."

Rongyuan said happily, "Knowing his name and address, finding him, and checking the marks on his body, the result will be very clear. If my father didn't send anyone, please call him for me and ask him to take action quickly, even if it's okay to ask someone to check if there are three black moles on the soles of his feet. As long as it is confirmed that my brother is still alive, my mother will be very happy."

"If your father knows, he will definitely take action. Your main task now is to recover from your injuries." Feng Qingxue closed the notebook in her hand, "I asked Zhu Lei to make some red date soup to replenish blood and send it to you later."

"Thank you!" Rongyuan was a little embarrassed, "My comrades-in-arms gave me a lot of nutritional supplements and kept asking me to replenish them."

Feng Qingxue looked at his bedside table, and sure enough, there were two net bags of nutritional supplements such as malted milk and brown sugar.

The army is so humane.

The longer Feng Qingxue lives in the army, the more he likes this place.

Not busy today, she got off work on time, but she heard her sister's voice just as she arrived at the door.

"Xiaoyun, how come you have time to come?" Feng Qingxue said.

Feng Qingyun turned her head to look at her sister who walked in, stepped forward to take the shoulder bag in her hand, and said with a smile: "Sister, I came to perform with the group, I will stay here for a long time!"

"Good news!" Feng Qingxue was very happy.

The triplets were very happy and were eating oranges with Ye Yan.

Fubao was also very happy because Feng Qingyun bought her a pair of warm fur shoes.

"Xiaoyun, don't always buy clothes and shoes for Fubao, buy more for yourself with your salary." Feng Qingxue drank half a tank of hot water and found that the leather shoes on her daughter's feet were very beautiful.

The versatile black leather shoes, but the style is very fashionable and will not be out of date decades later.

"Sister, I bought you a pair too, the latest model this year." Feng Qingyun took out a shoe box, "Look at the shoes your brother-in-law bought you before you got married. How many years have you worn them? Anyway, I have seen you wearing them since you were a child. Except for the shoes issued by the army or made by yourself, you have never bought new shoes for yourself. Only your brother-in-law has bought you two pairs, right?" Feng Qingxue tapped her forehead, "Your brother-in-law and I have to pay attention to the impact, and the leather shoes are of good quality. They have been worn in wind and rain for more than ten years without breaking. I think they can be worn for at least thirty years." Who doesn't like new clothes and new shoes? When Feng Qingxue tried on the shoes, Wang Cuilan glanced at them, "Did you buy them in the capital and bring them back?" "No, the department store in the capital didn't have them yet. I bought them in Shanghai with the help of a friend. The clothes and shoes in Shanghai are famous throughout the country for being the most fashionable. Whoever has them will be the most glorious." A red cloud flew across Feng Qingyun's face. Feng Qingxue lowered her head to try on the shoes, not paying attention, and said casually: "Who did you ask for help?" "A friend."