Ahhhh, he's going to be twelve soon! He won't have to hand in his New Year's money anymore!

It was like a huge sum of money falling from the sky, and his small treasury was about to be full!

Zhao Tianrui seemed to have already imagined the scene of himself rolling around in the pile of money after receiving the New Year's money and the New Year's money he had handed in in previous years.

When the time comes, he will sleep with the piggy box in his arms, and he will definitely sleep better.

"Wake up—" Zhao Mingze looked at his good-for-nothing son, avoiding the teasing gazes from the side, and patted the boy on the back of the head. "Stop dreaming! The money hasn't even reached your hands yet! It's too early to be happy now."

Zhao Tianrui was called back to reality from his fantasy. He ignored his father's words and instead looked curiously at the man with a strong aura beside him.

What does this uncle do? He looks very similar to many uncles in the compound, but none of them are as good-looking or handsome as him. He wants to be as handsome as him in the future!

I thought about it in my mind and asked it out loud.

Zhao Mingze looked at the man's face and couldn't help but burst out laughing. "Yeah, Uncle Jian was a beauty in the army back then. Many people wanted to win him but all failed. In the end, it was your Aunt Jian who won him over. Back then, the cafeteria even used vinegar for free, making the food so sour it was unbearable. Just look at your sister Shushu and you'll know how handsome he was when he was young."

"Sister Shushu?" Zhao Tianrui was stunned when he heard the familiar name, then suddenly realized, "Uncle Jian is--"

"Your sister Shushu's father," Zhao Mingze replied. Then he changed into a more comfortable position, waiting to see his stunned and bewildered performance.

The man beside him—or rather, Jian Yucheng—glanced at him sideways, "What do you mean by 'the flower of the army'? I think your education level has declined significantly. You should go back to school and get retrained."

"Am I wrong? Aren't you the most beautiful girl in our 925th Regiment? The Regimental Flower for short?" Zhao Mingze, on the verge of death, repeatedly tested himself and spoke provocatively.

Jian Yucheng moved his fingers slightly and was about to speak when Zhao Tianrui, who had finally come to his senses, spoke.

"Uncle Jian is not -" dead. He held the last two words in his mouth and did not say them out loud. But the expression on his face was very clear. How could the two old foxes not guess it?

Zhao Mingze was not clear about the inside story, but he guessed that it was very complicated. Since Jian Yucheng had no intention of saying it, it proved that it could not be revealed.

If you think about what the leader said some time ago, the other party's hints at the time, etc., you will know that the higher-ups must be fully aware of the situation. This is a serious matter, so there is no need to delve into the details.

As long as people come back, that's enough.

"You don't have to worry about so much. Just know that the person in front of you is real. There's another person who will give you New Year's money. That's enough. How about it? Are you happy?"

Zhao Tianrui felt like rolling his eyes when he saw his father teasing a child. Is he the kind of person who only cares about the New Year's money?

But the advantage of this kind of family is that he knows the boundaries of many things very clearly. He doesn't ask questions that he shouldn't ask and just wait to receive the New Year's money.

"Happy——" he said in a long tone of cooperation.

Zhao Mingze didn't care what he was thinking. He patted him on the back and ordered, "Go to the cafeteria and get some food to welcome your Uncle Jian."

Zhao Tianrui didn't move, staring at Zhao Mingze with a pair of eyes, the meaning in his eyes was very clear - what a stingy!

He didn't dare to say it out loud, but Jian Yucheng had no such scruples and bluntly interrupted, "You're so generous, you're treating me to a meal from the cafeteria to welcome me home? Not only can you prepare a table of delicious dishes at home, you should also go to the restaurant and get two, right?"

"That's right!" With teammates, Zhao Tianrui was no longer timid and kept agreeing like a lackey.

"That's just the beginning!" Zhao Mingze slapped him in anger. "Hurry up! There's delicious food in the cafeteria today. If you're late, it'll be gone!"

Then he turned around and said, "And you? If we launch a surprise attack, where am I going to get the ingredients to prepare a delicious meal for you so late at night? We can go to a restaurant, but don't forget, the nearest state-owned restaurant is quite far away. Going back and forth will waste a lot of time. Are you sure you want to go?"

Jian Yucheng turned his eyes away and said seriously, "Ruirui, go get some food."

I definitely won't go to a restaurant. Is the food the most important thing for a welcome party? The most important thing, of course, is the people! Chatting, reminiscing, drinking, and gossiping are the most important things. Of course, home is more free.

Zhao Tianrui let out a disappointed "Oh!" He had thought he could go to the state-owned restaurant for dinner! He hadn't been there for a long time.

Ever since his mother and sister left, his father has taken him to the cafeteria every day. He has been eating there so many times that he is already tired of it!

He skillfully took out the money from the small iron box in the drawer, put on his coat, took his lunch box and walked out of the house.

Zhao Mingze was not idle at home either. He took out a bag of peanuts and prepared to fry them as a side dish.

How can there be no wine for a welcoming party?

On the dining table, there were several boxes of vegetables that Zhao Tianrui had brought back, and a bag of steamed buns next to them.

Zhao Mingze took out his treasured wine, opened the lid, and the aroma of the wine immediately filled his nose.

"This was given to me by Shushu. Lao Qian drank a jar of wine when he came last time. This is the last jar. Let's have a good drink today, brothers!" Zhao Mingze didn't use a cup. He took out two large bowls and poured wine into them, talking as he poured.

When Jian Yucheng heard the familiar name that he had repeated in his mind thousands of times, his fingers trembled slightly.

After pouring the wine, Zhao Mingze poured some more for Zhao Tianrui, just enough for two sips, and sent him away. He sat down and asked, "Does anyone else know about your return?"

Jian Yucheng lowered his eyes and said in a calm voice, "Besides the chief, you are the only one who knows about this for now."

"Shushu doesn't know either?" Zhao Mingze asked back.

"Yeah." Jian Yucheng responded softly.

Zhao Mingze was puzzled. "Why?" Why didn't he tell Jianshu about such a big thing right away? Shouldn't he ask about his daughter first when he got home?

But for such a long time, he had been waiting for him to ask, but he never got the answer.

"...I'm a little scared." After a long silence, Jian Yucheng pressed his eyebrows, with a look of helplessness on his face, as if he had peeled off a layer of disguise, revealing his true emotions.

Zhao Mingze hadn't seen Jian Yucheng like this for many years. The last time was when Qiao Ling passed away.

At that time, he squatted beside her bed, at a loss, his eyes blank.

I didn't expect to see you a second time.

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