He had long wanted to bring her here so that she and the child could have a stable home.
But Zhouzhou was too young. When she was first weaned, she would cry all night and couldn't be left alone.
Bringing them here would be too much trouble; just preparing formula and changing diapers would be a nightmare.
In the past two years, he has been on missions every day, often disappearing for months at a time, and has no time to take care of his family.
But it's different in Qingshan Village.
With Yin Hua and Lu Jinhe lending a hand, her days weren't so tiring, and she felt more at ease.
But things are different now.
The three-bedroom courtyard house has yards in the front and back, offering spaciousness and good natural light.
They can also build a toilet and a shower room for independent use, so that they don't have to go to the public bathhouse in the cold weather.
He knew Su Qingzhi's personality all too well.
He is reserved and shy, preferring not to shower for days rather than undress in front of a group of strange women.
There's a well in the yard; you can draw water and use it right away.
She boils the water herself, so she can shower whenever she wants and for as long as she wants.
"Okay! Let's go take a look!"
Her eyes lit up.
Having been in the military region for so long, she had never been to the family compound; she only knew that those red brick buildings were hidden behind the sycamore trees.
Now I can finally see it with my own eyes.
Lu Jichuan immediately put on his coat and reached out to take her hand.
"Come on, I'll go with you."
"You're going too?"
She was taken aback.
"Your injury isn't fully healed yet, why are you running? It's windy outside, don't catch a chill."
He smiled and squeezed her hand.
If I don't keep you company, who will?
Her heart softened, and she stopped objecting.
"The injury is much better."
Lu Jichuan smiled.
Actually, the wound had already healed, and the scab had fallen off, leaving only a faint pink mark.
I haven't fully recovered yet; my shoulder blade still twitches occasionally when I raise my arm.
Honestly, even he himself found it strange.
In the past, when we broke through the border, shrapnel from artillery shells would cut our flesh, and doctors would say it would take three months before we could get out of bed.
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