Chapter 429 She's Here

Zhou Zixu glanced at the door. Three games of chess would take at least forty minutes. In such a cold day, Dongsheng would be frozen outside.

"Yeah! This kid forgets everything when he's playing. Go and have a look!"

The old man pushed the chess piece away with regret, forget it, the great-grandson is more important.

Zhou Zixu walked out of the house and saw Dongsheng crying. Lu Jianguo was holding him and protecting him from the wind and snow.

There was a fat snowman in front of the two of them, but the head was missing. It wasn't because it wasn't put there, but because it was pushed away by someone.

"Dongsheng, why are you crying?"

Zhou Zixu went over and picked up his nephew.

"Xiao Qiang... wuwu... he shoveled off my... snowman's head."

Dongsheng sobbed and pointed at the snowman, big tears falling down.

Zhou Zixu looked around for Xiaoqiang and saw a figure running away quickly. He chased after him while holding Dongsheng in his arms.

"Stop right there! You are still so young and you don't learn well."

Zhou Zixu shouted loudly, and Xiaoqiang was so scared that he fell to the ground and cried loudly.

He was afraid of this fierce uncle. He was warned last time and his mother even beat him, saying that he talked nonsense.

Today he saw Dongsheng making a snowman and thought it was fun so he wanted to play with him.

But Dongsheng ignored him and refused to play with him.

This is the scene above, and he got angry and pushed the snowman's head off.

"What are you doing? Bullying a child?"

When Xiaoqiang's mother heard her son crying, she ran out of the bicycle shed. She didn't go to park the bicycle, but chatted with someone for a few more words, and then she heard her son's heart-wrenching cry.

"It's you again. Look at your son's masterpiece. How can such a young child have so many bad intentions?"

Zhou Zixu has a sharp eye and anyone who has seen it will never forget it. This is the military wife who said behind Dongsheng's back that he was a bastard. He raised his defiant eyebrows and taught Xiaoqiang's mother a lesson rudely.

When Xiaoqiang's mother saw clearly who was in front of her, she was so scared that she didn't dare to cry. She picked up her son and patted him on the buttocks twice.

"Didn't I tell you to stay away from Zhou Dongsheng if you see him?"

"How do you teach a child? What a child needs is unity. How about you teach him to divide?"

Zhou Zixu put a big accusation on her, saying that a mother has a great influence on her child. Xiaoqiang was taught to be so arrogant and unreasonable.

"Yes, yes. I will teach him to be united in the future."

Xiaoqiang's mother held back her anger, said something with a smile, then took Xiaoqiang and walked quickly home.

"Hey, Dongsheng, stop crying. Isn't it embarrassing for a man to keep crying?"

After helping his nephew, Zhou Zixu began to teach him a lesson.

"My snowman is gone."

Dongsheng sobbed, and it seemed that he still hadn't recovered from the grievance.

"Also, Dongsheng, look, the snowman's head has grown out by itself."

Lu Jianguo smiled brightly. While Zhou Zixu was looking for Xiaoqiang, he made a snowball and put it on the snowman.

Zhou Zixu looked at Lu Jianguo's hands which were frozen red, just to make Dongsheng laugh.

"Okay, let's all go inside!"

Zhou Zixu went over and held Jianguo’s hand, which was as cold as ice. If his hands were frozen, how could he take him to see Sihui?

After returning home, he found a basin, grabbed Lu Jianguo's hand and rubbed it for a while, and only let go after making sure that everything was fine.

Three days later, the visiting delegation arrived. Zhou Zixu found a military uniform for Lu Jianguo to wear. Fortunately, he was tall enough and there were 16 or 17 soldiers in the army, so it was easy for him to find clothes.

The most frightening thing is being discovered by the eldest brother, but he won't give me any face at all.

Amidst full anticipation, a large truck carrying the cultural and art soldiers arrived.

There was a green tarpaulin on the big truck, and it was covered tightly with cotton curtains, so it was impossible to see clearly who was sitting inside.

Zhou Zisong is the troupe leader, and he is going to welcome the art troupe.

"Welcome, welcome, warm welcome."

He strode over and heard a shout behind him. He turned back with a sullen face, wanting to see who was shouting without his consent?