Jiang Yuman's smile was equally impeccable, "Comrade Ni Wei is also excellent."
As he spoke, his eyes unconsciously fell on the little boy that Ni Wei was holding.
He is about six or seven years old, and perhaps he inherited his father's looks, so he has an outstanding appearance.
Although they are young, you can tell at a glance that they are children who have been carefully brought up; when they stand together, they look like close relatives.
Seeing her looking at his grandson, Political Commissar Zhuo introduced, "This is my little grandson, Zhuo Qianxing. Qianxing, come to Grandpa."
Zhuo Qianxing walked up to the political commissar and was immediately hugged by him, "Qianxing, this is your Aunt Manman."
"Aunt Manman." Zhuo Qianxing called obediently.
Jiang Yuman agreed with a smile. She caught a glimpse of the envious looks on the faces of the two eldest sons of the Zhuo family and felt relieved.
It seems that even a kind and fair political commissar cannot help but favor his grandson who lost his father when he was young.
I hope those speculations are just my own overthinking.
"I also have a little granddaughter, my eldest and youngest daughter, named Youyou."
Political Commissar Zhuo said, "She went back to her grandmother's house with her mother. Bring her back when you have time."
Jiang Yuman heard Uncle Sun say that he doted on his granddaughter and nodded with a smile.
It was obviously impossible for so many people to go upstairs, and in the end, a few adults went upstairs to visit Qin Donling, while the children played downstairs.
The two sons of the Zhuo family's eldest wife were at a mischievous age, and they had company, so they used the Qin family's living room as a trench and played a siege.
Seeing them running and jumping, shouting, and imitating the sound of "tu tu tu" with their mouths, Jiang Yuman's heart sank.
I just hope Xiaoyi won’t be so naughty when he grows up, otherwise she really won’t be able to handle it.
While I was praying, I caught a glimpse of Zhuo Qianxing sitting on the sofa, quietly drawing with a pen and paper.
She immediately felt a liking for the child and walked towards him.
Zhuo Qianxing was so focused on painting that he didn't notice her approaching.
Jiang Yuman looked at it for a while, a little confused, "Qianxing, is this a grassland? Why is it all painted green?"
She thought the painting was really strange. The sun was painted yellow and the ground was green, which was obviously inconsistent with common sense.
Zhuo Qianxing glanced at her and said slowly, "It's not grass. I painted it gray. This is the ground."
This one sentence made Jiang Yuman stunned for a moment.
She quickly pointed to the red color again and asked him, "What color is this?"
"yellow."
Jiang Yuman looked at him carefully to make sure that he was answering seriously and was speechless for a moment.
Zhuo Qianxing could not accurately distinguish between red and green. Like people with red-green color blindness in later generations, he saw red as yellow and green as blue or gray.
Ni Wei came down from the building and looked over here, frowning, "Qianxing, why are you painting again?"
Zhuo Qianxing quickly hid the painting behind her, "Mom, I have finished my homework."
"Even if you've finished it, you can't paint. You haven't learned these things systematically. It's like you're just scribbles on paper." Ni Wei strongly disagreed.
Jiang Yuman looked at her and asked, "Comrade Ni Wei, you look very beautiful in this red shirt today."
The two sons of the eldest wife also laughed and said, "We also think that the red shirt on Uncle Second's body looks particularly good."
Ni Wei smiled. The red dress made her look particularly beautiful. "Thank you."
While they were talking, Zhuo Qianxing stood beside them with his lips pursed, not saying a word.
…
In the afternoon, after seeing off the political commissar's family, Jiang Yuman frowned.
She had a friend who was red-green color blind, so she knew that this disease was hereditary and more common in men. Zhuo Qianxing had it, but no one else in the Zhuo family had it, which always felt a little strange.
Shaking her head, she thought that the probability of this disease being inherited was low and she might be overthinking it.
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