It was a rare movie night at the compound, and it was one of those especially stirring patriotic films.
Shanshan was beside herself with excitement when she heard.
She pestered Zhang Yunhua, asking three times.
"Is it true? Will we really see tanks? Will there really be shells exploding in the sky?"
Zhang Yunhua had used some recently purchased floral-print fabric to sew a small top for Shanshan overnight.
Although it wasn't a thick, padded winter coat, it was both warm and pretty when worn over her old cotton-padded clothes.
The color was a festive peach-pink, and it even had two small clouds embroidered on the cuffs.
Shanshan was absolutely delighted, twirling around in front of her aunt and uncle.
"Auntie, this top is so pretty! I love it, thank you!"
She spread her little arms and hugged Zhang Yunhua tightly around the waist.
Then, with a loud SMACK, she planted a kiss on Zhang Yunhua's cheek.
Yang Dapeng saw this and felt a little pang of jealousy.
