By the time they finished eating, it was late at night.
At the table, Zhao Lanxiang asked plenty more questions about her son's experiences at the Logging Camp. With Zhao Xiaozhi embellishing things beside her, they practically praised Lian Youming to the skies.
Not only could this girl dance, she had a silver tongue too. Once she discovered Zhao Lanxiang was a veteran of an army arts troupe, she grew even more affectionate, calling her "Auntie" at every turn until Lian Youming's mother was utterly won over and laughing with delight.
Watching them, Lian Youming muttered inwardly. She had never seemed this talkative at the Logging Camp. How had she turned into a different person the moment she returned to the city?
Although they had been sent to the same place, one had stayed among the female educated youths and the other among the males. They had barely spoken to each other.
Yet she showed no reserve at all.
Still, Zhao Xiaozhi had done him a huge favor today, and they had become friends.
And after chatting for a while, he learned that the girl really was from a military family. Her father's generation had even served in a hero company. She had gone to the Northeast purely to experience the path her predecessors had traveled.
With his third aunt chiming in with exclamations from time to time, and Lian Shuang and Lian Lei joining the excitement, he had no chance to get a word in.
"You really kept that well hidden."
She certainly had. For someone from a military family compound to live anonymously among a group of educated youths, willingly sharing their hardships and toil without anyone knowing her background-that sort of commitment usually came from her parents' upbringing from childhood.
Just then,
"Sister-in-law, my brother said he