's latest issue has arrived.
Like a stone thrown into a calm lake, it stirred up waves within the military district compound.
Around the newspaper stand, people were swarming in layers.
In the center of the layout, a brand-new section was highlighted in bold—.
Author: Lin Wan Yi.
The illustration for the first issue was .
No grand scenes, no heroic charges.
Just a hand holding a needle and thread, and that crooked patch on the military uniform.
"Oh my God…"
Sister-in-law Liu's fingers touched the newspaper, her voice trembling.
"Is… isn't this my hand?"
Beside her, the young soldier's wife Su Qing was also staring intensely at the painting.
"This patch… it's exactly like the one I sewed for Old Zhang before he left, with just such a big hole in the shoulder!"
"Me too! Me too! I even joked about my clumsy hands, sewing it as if chewed by a dog!"
"This painting doesn't depict art, it depicts our lives!"
An older military wife said, wiping tears with the back of her hand.
