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Liu Jiangtao's expression turned sullen. This Yan guy is too outrageous.

"Brother Yan, this is the only child in my family. He is just a child and doesn't understand human nature. So, from what I've said, you really want to investigate this?"

Battalion Commander Yan turned around coldly. He didn't want to waste time with Liu Jiangtao so he directly ordered them to leave, "Instructor Liu, please go back. We don't need those things. We won't need to trouble the instructor for Wenjie's recovery."

Liu Jiangtao felt very embarrassed, but this matter was caused by his family not being in the right, so it wasn't good for him to act. "Alright, then I'll come back later."

He carried the comfort items he had brought and thought to himself, "Even if the monthly allowance is not a small amount, the pastries, as well as the white noodles and eggs, are all good stuff. I can't bear not to have them."

— —

In the ward, Zhuang Wenjie nibbled on the steamed bun. She looked very elegant. After Liu Jiangtao left, she thought for a while and started to grope around. Coincidentally, a big hand reached out to her.

"What's wrong?" Battalion Commander Yan was standing beside the bed. He was afraid that Zhuang Wenjie would fall off the bed, so he opened his arms and stood beside the bed to protect her.

Zhuang Wenjie took his hand and wrote across his rough palm, "Are you all right?"

Her fingertips were very soft and tender, and her skin was very fair. A kind of itchy feeling came from the palm of her hand, spreading to his entire arm in an instant, causing him to have a strange feeling in his heart.

He placed the back of his hand behind his back and uneasily squeezed his palm, but his expression remained calm. "It's fine, don't worry."

But then he remembered something else.

Before his wife got married, she could be considered to have been raised by her family. However, because she couldn't see, she had never gone to school, so she was confined at home for more than ten years. He had never known that his wife was a tactful person.

As he thought this, he picked up his army coat, took out a small notebook, and took out a leftover pencil.

Previously, his wife had a bad temper and would argue with him whenever they met. Of course, it was usually her who would argue with her. He turned a deaf ear and never retorted, but this time, his brain was hurt and his wife seemed to have changed.

Previously, he had wished that she could be quieter, but now that she had quieted down, it made him feel a little uncomfortable. Compared to the always gentle and quiet her, he instead felt that it was easier to deal with that rude and headstrong woman from before.

Deal with it?

Yes, he was dealing with it.

He married her, he could be a good husband, he could care about her in every detail, but he didn't love her. From this point, he was very responsible and responsible, but at the same time, he was also a very cold-blooded and cold-blooded man.

He could provide her with what she needed for her life, and he could do his best to satisfy her needs, but only his heart, like a lock, was never open to her.

— —

"Use this."

He pushed the notebook and pencil into her hands, then he squeezed his own hand without leaving a trace. Zhuang Wenjie also heaved a sigh of relief.

She wrote: "There are a few questions. One, are we really husband and wife? Two, where is this, JL province? Third, how many years is it this year? Four, I know your surname is Yan, and you seem to be a Battalion Commander, but I don't know your name yet. Five, thank you so much for taking care of me these days. "

Zhuang Wenjie was an expert in calligraphy. Because calligraphy could help nurture the body, in her previous life, she had written a lot of good words, including wild grass, calligraphy, and calligraphy, all of which were on par with those famous calligraphers. But now, she had been reborn into an unfamiliar era, and was still an invisible blind person.

Ever since she started writing, Battalion Commander Yan had been watching from the side. After she began writing, his eyes became darker and darker. Finally, he grabbed the notebook and rushed out of the ward like a tornado.

— —

Battalion Commander Yan called a doctor and analyzed Zhuang Wenjie's situation with him.

On the day Zhuang Wenjie woke up from her coma, the doctor had suspected that something was wrong with her brain because of her abnormal state of quietness. However, after many inspections, the data showed that she was fine except for the wound on the back of her head, but these days she never made any noise. She was always quiet and everyone took it seriously.

Who knew, it was actually due to amnesia!

On the other side, Zhuang Wenjie had finally found out what she wanted to know.

First, she and Battalion Commander Yan were husband and wife, married a year ago.

Second, this is the JL Provincial Military District Hospital, near the deputy battalion commander and above with the army family building.

Three, it's 1984, and it's been thirty-nine years since the first set of national food tickets was issued in 1955 and the ticket was fully withdrawn in 1992. The ticket represents a shortage of material goods, but 1984 was a good year, and in that year the state began to advocate 'allowing some people to get rich first', followed by the first wave of seaborne commerce since the founding of the state, thus promoting domestic economic development.

Fourth, Battalion Commander Yan's full name is Yan Xulang, a 21-year old major with the rank of Battalion Commander. He's only 26 years old this year, and his family lives in a remote mountain village.

Zhuang Wenjie had heard people say that in the '80s, the undersea business in the' 90s, the stock market in the '90s, the internet in the' 000s and real estate in the '10s, she had been reborn, and in the good old days of' 1984, policies were being introduced one after another, and she might become one of the first people to go to sea and eat crabs.

However, the problem was that she had only been dumb in her previous life. Now, she wasn't dumb anymore. Instead, she had language problems, and she was a blind person.

A blind, dumb cripple, how could he get a slice of the sea trade?

While Zhuang Wenjie was thinking about these problems, days passed by very quickly. The wound at the back of her head was removed and she could leave the hospital. On the day she left the hospital, Battalion Commander Yan came personally to pick her up.

Ah!

The moment she was lifted into the air by someone's waist, she couldn't help but open her mouth in shock. If it wasn't for the language barrier, she might have already screamed out.

Although she couldn't see, her big, watery eyes were filled with a foolish and adorable look of fear. She called the man who held her as he curled his lips without leaving a trace.

Soon, they got into the car. The car was about ten minutes away, and the military car was parked in front of the dormitory.

"This is the staircase. Be careful."

This time, Yan Xulang didn't hug her again, instead, he held one of her arms and slowly led her up the stairs. Along the way, he patiently told her how many steps there were to take, and how long it would take to reach their home.

Finally, Yan Xulang gave her a key to unlock the door, and then brought her home to familiarize herself with the environment.

The two rooms in the living room weren't very big, but there was a wooden bench with a backrest for a sofa in the living room. In front of the sofa was a small table used as a coffee table, and along the wall was a round wooden dinner-table. The bedroom on the left was rather large, with a single bed, a wooden chair, and a wooden wardrobe.

"I'll stay in the bedroom on the right. If you need anything, just call me."

Zhuang Wenjie let out a long sigh. She had been worried about them since she knew they were husband and wife, but it seemed like she and Battalion Commander Yan were living a married life. They were living under the same roof, but they slept in separate rooms.

Yan Xulang saw that he had nothing else to do, so he said, "Take a good rest." He wanted to turn around and leave, but his clothes were suddenly tugged on by someone.