Chapter 1322 Writing a Complaint Letter 1
Because the gifts were medicinal oils for treating joint pain and sheepskin kneepads, not particularly valuable, the old soldiers who had long suffered from ailments did not refuse this kindness and felt a warmth in their hearts.
Indeed, who doesn’t hope to be remembered by others?
Although they had willingly gone to the battlefield and bore their injuries with no regrets, only harboring a firm patriotic heart, the feeling of being forgotten versus being remembered is entirely different.
They were grateful to Feng Qingxue and, at the same time, to Lu Jiang for his consideration.
If it weren’t for Lu Jiang thinking of them, would Feng Qingxue have brought medicinal oils all this way? And would she have made sheepskin kneepads?
Leaving the old soldiers’ residence, Lu Jiang gripped Feng Qingxue’s hand tightly, "To have such a virtuous wife, how fortunate am I?"
He had been very busy lately, wishing he could split a day in two to get his work done. Even though he was concerned about the old soldiers’ health, it was his wife who had carefully prepared the medicinal oils and the sheepskin kneepads, unbeknownst to him. If it weren’t for his wife’s thorough preparations, he would be hard-pressed to accomplish anything. Thus, the one he truly should be grateful to was his wife.
The weather became especially cold after nightfall, and Feng Qingxue was wrapped up like a bear, not lacking a hat, scarf, or gloves.
Her old military coat was not as warm and comfortable as Lu Jiang’s, so she was now wrapped in his.
"Why mention such things? Don’t let others see and gossip," Feng Qingxue shook his hand, really, wasn’t this era against men and women walking side by side or showing affection in public? How could he be even less concerned with others’ opinions than herself?