I stayed up all night, and time passed unnoticed as we talked.

As the dawn broke, Ping'an opened his eyes, looked at the three people around him, giggled happily, and immediately got up and threw himself into Zhou Xiaozheng's arms.

Seeing this, Zhang Guoqing couldn't help but sigh. Family ties depend not only on blood but also on fate. He had never seen Ping An treat his grandparents so warmly.

Hearing the movement outside, the couple ignored the child and threw him to Zhou Xiaozheng. They hurried into the bedroom and began to pack up the meat, grains and other supplies.

Don’t be fooled by what her father Zhou Xiaozheng says, she has everything she needs to eat.

Zhou Jiao noticed her father had lost weight. Normally, mailing was inconvenient, so the couple stuffed two large packages with oil paper and military blankets, fearing someone might smell something.

After cleaning up, Zhou Jiao was still worried and went over to smell it.

Zhang Guoqing said jokingly, "You've forgotten that men have very sensitive senses. Think about whether you've missed anything. Do you want to pack another one?"

Zhou Jiao shook her head regretfully. It was unreasonable to pack up anymore.

She looked at Zhang Guoqing aggrievedly, "You should have stuffed me in."

"Oh, wife, stop teasing me. I haven't packed the food for the journey yet." Zhang Guoqing couldn't stand her expression the most. How could he squeeze her in? He wished.

Zhou Jiao smiled. This time, they wouldn't see each other for several months. Without saying anything more, she took out the cooked food and handed it to him, then hurried out to prepare breakfast.

Parting hurts the most, but Zhou Jiao still held back her tears and smiled as she watched her father get into the car. She secretly comforted herself, thinking that it would be over soon, and they would be reunited soon.

"Grandpa, I want grandpa."

Zhou Xiaozheng glanced at his crying grandson, then at his daughter, got out of the car again, and took the child from Zhang Guoqing. "Ping'an, have you forgotten what grandpa said? Just be obedient."

Ping An slowly loosened his tightly clasped hands, "Ping An is a good boy."

"Yes. We are good children, Ping'an, and obedient children. Protect your mother well, and next time grandpa will take you home. Can you do it?"

After saying this, Zhou Xiaozheng saw the child nod and kissed him.

He hugged the child tightly again reluctantly, and after letting go, he handed the child back to Zhang Guoqing and smiled at Zhou Jiao, saying, "Dad will come to see you later."

Zhou Jiao didn't dare to speak and nodded repeatedly.

I watched Zhou Xiaozheng get into the car again. The car slowly accelerated and soon disappeared from my sight.

Ping An's sudden howling made Zhou Jiao burst into tears.

Every time Zhang Guoqing was separated from his father-in-law, he worried about this happening. He wanted to cry right now. Previously, it was his wife, and now his son was involved.

He was coaxing his son and comforting his wife at the same time, and he no longer cared about being laughed at.

Zhao Dashan, who had rushed over early in the morning after hearing the news, saw off his comrades. Standing aside, he watched Zhang Guoqing frantically running around, wanting to laugh.

"Forget it, you should go to work later." After saying that, he left quickly, otherwise he was really worried that he would burst out laughing.

Zhang Guoqing was not grateful to him at all. Don't think you didn't notice that he was laughing at you.

The car drove into the county town, and Zhou Xiaozheng finally turned his head and stopped looking out the window.

Zhao Chuangguang laughed, "Brother Zheng, how about we turn around and go back? You don't leave today."

Zhou Xiaozheng glanced at the teasing looks from the people in the car and said, "You guys are really brave. Why don't you stop the car and let's practice."

"Oh, we don't want you to go, but we don't mean any other thing."

"Yes... yes... we don't mean anything else. What do you think Xiao Ping'an will do?"

"I don't know if the child will cry, but someone must be crying in his heart."

"Haha... you're done, lunatic. You'll get beaten if you tell the truth."

"Dahe, look at you, you said everything you were thinking. The person I was talking about was Xiaowu, not Zhengge. Zhengge, give this old guy a try."

"Isn't it just that I beat you last time? Are you planning to settle the score later?"

Zhou Xiaozheng was so amused by his brothers that he felt much better. As much as he hated leaving his children in Northeast China, the time would come soon. Soon, his family would be reunited. Then he could take his grandchildren on a stroll.

Zhao Chuangguang wanted to ask Ping An something, but after glancing at his other brothers, he swallowed it. He felt there was no point in hiding the child. What was wrong with the child being smart? That was a good thing, something others couldn't even ask for. Besides, when Ping An wasn't Zhou Jiao, who would dare bully him?

Zhou Xiaozheng shook his head slightly. It wasn't that he didn't trust his brothers, but there were some private matters involving the children that he didn't want to make public.

Last time, the two old leaders had jokingly asked him whether Jiaojiao had a photographic memory like her grandfather, and they were eager to let their child work in the confidentiality department.

You must be kidding! How could he let his delicate daughter live such a dangerous life? He finally managed to persuade her to give up the idea, but if his grandson ran into her again, there would be no room for negotiation.

County town courtyard, living room

Zhang Guoqing saw Zhou Jiao holding the child, and they finally calmed down. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It was really not easy.

Zhou Jiao patted her son gently and said, "You go to work, we are fine."

Nothing? Nothing, why would the mother and son look so sad?

Zhang Guoqing's eyes rolled. "Jiaojiao, you and your son forgot Dad's gift. Son, your grandpa brought you a lot of gifts. Dad moved in and showed them to you, okay?"

"I want grandpa."

Zhang Guoqing wanted to slap himself, "Okay, when the snow stops, we'll go find Grandpa. Grandpa is an adult and has to go to work. Didn't he ask you to protect Mom?"

Ping An pouted and nodded.

"Brother, we're really fine. You're already late, go to work. We can do those things ourselves."

Zhang Guoqing looked at the small arms and legs of Zhou Jiao and her son. He smiled and shook his head. If he asked his wife and son to move, then when would that be?

Soon, he went out and moved several sacks into the living room.

Zhang Guoqing chose one of the lighter bags and opened it. As he pulled out boxes of toys of varying sizes, he was speechless. Who buys toys in sacks? Some of them are duplicates. This isn't fruit; you can eat it again.

"Son, your grandma likes to buy everything she wants, and your grandpa likes to use sacks to pack things. What do you think you should use to pack things when you grow up?"

"Big cars. Lots and lots of cars."

Zhang Guoqing teased his son and finally saw him smile again. He was so heartbroken! The child had never cried like this since he was born.

Seeing the little one start to move things and hide them in the bedroom by himself, the wife began to help open the bags with great enthusiasm - the storm was finally over.

Zhang Guoqing packed up, stood up and said, "Then I'll go to work. Son, remember to protect your mother." After saying that, seeing the child nodded, he hurried out.

When a monk rings the bell every day, it is too late for him to ring the bell today.

As for giving so many gifts to others as usual, forget it. Since his son grew up, his stinginess has become even more pronounced. He insists on giving and receiving, and never suffers any loss.

Over here, Zhou Jiao helped the children put away their toys. She left a basket of fruit outside and put the rest into the space. If she was right, someone would come to gossip later.

It was already afternoon when Mr. and Mrs. Zhang came over, and Zhou Jiao had just seen off the neighbors.

"Jiaojiao, why didn't your dad call us when he came?"

Zhou Jiao smiled and said, "He arrived in the early morning and had to catch a morning train. He was in a hurry and asked me not to call you, saying it was too cold and it would be inconvenient for you to come. I'll get together with you next time."

Father Zhang smiled and shook his head. "Your dad is just being picky. What's so cold about it? Why are you in such a hurry to come back this time?"

"He didn't have any vacation time. He came here directly from a meeting in the south. After seeing us, he had to rush back to work."

Even Zhang's mother laughed and shook her head. This father was truly extraordinary. Her husband loved the children so much, yet he had rarely visited them.