The next morning, Jiang Yuman took her son to see Fu Jingchen and Fu's mother off to the car.
The family talked a lot on the platform before Zheng Jiqing hurried over.
"Comrade Ji Qing, did you oversleep?" Fu's mother joked as she saw him rushing around with his clothes a little messy.
Zheng Jiqing felt a little uncomfortable. It wasn't that he overslept, but that the little witch was too bold and kept holding him tightly.
After all, he had to put in a lot of effort to get in, resulting in such a dishevelled picture.
Fortunately, Mrs. Fu did not intend to ask more questions. Just at this moment, the conductor behind her reminded her, and she turned around and prepared to enter the carriage.
Fu Jingchen, who was always vigorous and resolute, seemed to be hesitant at this moment, looking back every few steps.
"Come in quickly." Jiang Yuman raised Xiaoyi's hand, "Say goodbye to your father quickly."
"Goodbye, Dad." Xiaoyi said seriously.
"Goodbye." Fu Jingchen faced the two of them and didn't turn around until he walked into the carriage.
He and Zheng Jiqing sat next to each other, and seeing that there was one person missing, Zheng Jiqing was curious, "Where is Comrade Xiang Lifeng?"
"He went outside the border."
Xiang Lifeng was a man with a plan in mind. Not long after he returned, he left the capital. Based on Fu Jingchen's understanding of his brothers, they should be outside the border now.
Zheng Jiqing nodded and did not ask any further questions.
Seeing Fu Jingchen looking at the platform, he followed his gaze and looked at Jiang Yuman standing outside holding the child, and remembered his father's teachings in the letter.
He did not agree with those plans of pursuing girls.
But it was his blessing to marry Wei Qing, and he agreed with it.
“Bang, bang, bang—”
The train slowly left the platform.
Jiang Yuman didn't take Xiaoyi back until the car disappeared.
In the afternoon, the female soldiers of the 22nd Division's 4th Regiment also returned.
Fu Haitang, Wei Qing and others had known for a long time that Jiang Yuman would not go back, and they were reluctant to let her go.
"I'll be back soon. You guys train well and take care of your health, okay?"
"Well, sister-in-law, I will miss you."
that's all,
Within one day, most of the surrounding areas related to myself returned.
Fortunately, Xiaoyi was there to accompany her. Jiang Yuman brought tonic soup to and from the General Military Region Hospital, and every day was fulfilling.
A few days later, Qin Donling's reexamination showed good results, so he was transferred from the high-ranking cadres' ward back home to recuperate. Jiang Yuman moved in with Xiaoyi.
When Political Commissar Zhuo got the news, he brought his family to visit in the afternoon.
Jiang Yuman opened the door and immediately saw Ni Wei behind him.
Ni Weixiao saw her.
"Xiao Man, I heard that your father is back, so I hurried over to see him. How is he doing now?" Political Commissar Zhuo asked impatiently.
"You're in good spirits, uncle, please come in." Jiang Yuman retracted her gaze and asked them all to come in.
Political Commissar Zhuo knew that she didn't know her family, so he introduced them to her one by one.
After talking about the eldest son's family, it was the turn of the second son's family. They smiled with even greater satisfaction:
"This is the second son's wife, named Ni Wei. She is very capable and is a translator. You should have met her the last time she came to the General Political Department."
After Political Commissar Zhuo finished speaking, Jiang Yuman and Ni Wei looked at each other.
Ni Wei smiled and nodded, changing her previous neglect in the General Political Department. "Indeed, I have met her. Comrade Jiang Yuman is very outstanding. That performance was one of the most exciting musicals I have ever seen."
"Really?" Political Commissar Zhuo looked to the right and said cheerfully, "It's really rare to hear you praise someone like this."
The smile on Jiang Yuman's face was equally impeccable, "Comrade Ni Wei is excellent."
As he spoke, his eyes unconsciously fell on the little boy that Ni Wei was holding.
At the age of six, perhaps because he inherited his mother's looks, he has an outstanding appearance.
Although she is young, you can tell at a glance that she is a child who has been carefully nurtured. When the two stand together, you can tell at a glance that they are mother and daughter.
Seeing her looking at her 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 understood.
It seems that even a kind and fair political commissar like him cannot help but favor his grandson who lost his father at a young age.
I hope those speculations are just overthinking.
"I also have a little granddaughter, my eldest son's little 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.
Obviously, it was impossible for all of them to go upstairs. In the end, a few adults went upstairs to visit Qin Donling, while the children were playing 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 guerrilla warfare.
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 can’t 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 took a liking to the child and walked forward.
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."
These words made Jiang Yuman slightly stunned.
She quickly pointed to the red color again and asked him, "What color is this?"
"yellow."
Jiang Yuman looked at him carefully, making sure that he answered seriously, and was speechless for a moment.
Zhuo Qianxing could not accurately distinguish between red and green. Like the red-green color blindness of 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."
“You can’t draw after completing the 껩. You haven’t learned these things systematically. You are just scribbling on paper.” Ni Wei strongly disagreed.
Jiang Yuman looked at her and asked, "Comrade Ni Wei, your red shirt is very beautiful."
The two children of the eldest wife laughed and said, "We think Second Aunt's red shirt is very pretty."
Ni Wei smiled. The red dress made her look particularly good. "Thank you."
While they were talking, Zhuo Qianxing stood by with her 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 and 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 bit 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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