"Dad is back." Fu Siyi heard the noise and turned around. Seeing that it was Fu Jingchen, he rushed to the door barefoot.
I haven't seen my beloved dad for a long time. He was circling around the gate like a little bee, his excitement beyond words.
Jiang Yuman also came forward, but before she got close, the little guy had already seen Fu Jingchen's clothes, and said in a serious tone: "Dad, why didn't you take me with you when you went to play in the mud?"
This kid loves playing in the mud and always thinks everyone else likes it.
"No," Fu Jingchen looked down at his son and rubbed his head with his hand. "Have you been well behaved these days?"
"Be good, grandpa said I'm good." Fu Siyi blinked.
"You're quite smart," Jiang Yuman said, sitting next to the father and son. "Your grandpa is too indulgent with you. I think you should just go to kindergarten after a while."
After she finished speaking, she turned her gaze to Fu Jingchen. Seeing him in such a mess, she felt a little distressed.
"Hurry upstairs, wash up and take off your clothes." His military uniform was covered with stains, but Jiang Yuman didn't mind and took over to take off his coat.
Fu Jingchen dodged to the side and seemed to have bumped into something with his leg. He looked down and saw that it was his son.
"What are you hiding from?" Jiang Yuman helped him take off his coat. It had been soaked so many times that it felt as hard as clay sculpture.
Thinking of the situation at the resettlement site, she also asked, "Is the situation of the affected people getting better?"
"We've cleaned up some silt and dirt, and the water base has receded. But in the areas that haven't been cleaned up, there's half a meter of silt." Obviously, the situation isn't good.
After a pause, Fu Jingchen added, "I came back to see you. I heard it's going to rain again, so we need to dredge the flood detention area as soon as possible."
If the silt blocking the waterway is not cleared, once heavy rain comes, everything will return to the same state, and all their efforts will be in vain.
"Then don't waste time and wash up quickly." Jiang Yuman urged.
Fu Jingchen then withdrew his gaze, which was almost glued to her, and walked quickly upstairs.
Jiang Yuman went to the bathroom with her coat, and then came out to pack her clothes. Xiaoyi followed her closely, like a little follower.
"Are you sleepy?" Looking at the little guy clinging to her, she lowered her voice unconsciously.
Fu Siyi shook his head. His eyelids were clearly fighting each other, but he still had to pretend that he was not sleepy because his mother was busy.
Jiang Yuman felt distressed and picked him up, saying, "If you're sleepy, go to sleep. Mommy will comfort you. Do you want to listen to a story?"
"Ask Dad to tell you."
"What I said is just as good. Your father is very kind." She stood up and hugged him, patting his back. When Fu Jingchen came out, Fu Siyi was already asleep.
The couple went downstairs quietly. When they reached the entrance, Jiang Yuman gave him a pair of new rain boots.
The black and gray rain boots were not as good-looking as the military boots, but Fu Jingchen felt warm in his heart.
"You knew I was coming back?" Otherwise, why would you think of buying this.
"How would I know?" Jiang Yuman said casually. "I was thinking of asking someone to bring you a place to stay tomorrow. Now that you're back, I can save myself the trouble."
Fu Jingchen looked at her carefully. It was not surprising that his wife had heard of the resettlement site, but the fact that someone brought it to him reminded him of the incident that was praised by everyone in the army.
Several male volunteers who were carrying goods brought a lot of supplies over, saying that it was a beautiful female volunteer who asked them to deliver them.
It is precisely because of this precedent that the supplies delivered to the resettlement sites are becoming more and more sufficient.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Jiang Yuman's voice brought him back to his senses.
Fu Jingchen put on his military boots and put them into his backpack. "Someone at the resettlement site delivered some supplies a few days ago, and I also asked someone else to deliver some."
Jiang Yuman crossed her arms and raised her eyebrows, saying, "It's me."
She was standing at the entrance. Even though the light was dim, she was still fair and beautiful, as if she could light up this corner.
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