Political Commissar Zhuo seldom inquired about the children's affairs, but when the children behaved well, he would still criticize them.
So, when he returned and saw that Zhuo Yunqi had not returned home again, he went to the study with a gloomy face.
Mrs. Zhuo had just coaxed the child to sleep when Zhuo Yunqi hurried back in the night.
After going upstairs, he did not rush back to the house to check on the child. He listened attentively to a lecture before returning to the house with a chill in his heart.
"Why are you back so late?" Mrs. Zhuo lowered her voice.
Zhuo Yunqi said, "I've been busy lately. Dad called and said I'll be home soon. You've worked hard taking care of the kids."
"It's mainly because the two older ones are so obedient. Actually, Youyou is very cute every day."
Her husband is often at home, and she wanted to tell him about the fun things that happened to her child. "Today I took Youyou to Fu's house to play. The adults were gathered around us, and Xiaoyi..."
"It's a good thing to have time to play," Zhuo Yunqi said with a tired look on his face, "Go wash up first."
The words on the tip of her tongue were cut off, and Mrs. Zhuo could only swallow them.
The children's affairs are really not that important. Since he is worried about work, I should be more considerate.
Comforting herself like this, she turned over. Zhuo Yunqi, who had just finished washing up, got into bed with a damp body and turned off the desk lamp on his side.
Without mentioning the interesting things about his daughter at the Fu family, or caring more about his wife taking care of the children, Dong Yi fell asleep quickly.
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On the other side, the Fu family.
Fu Siyi lay on his side between his parents, with his hands under his head. His face looked round and chubby, which was very cute.
Jiang Yuman thought her son was adorable, but remembering what happened today, she couldn't help but tease him.
"What were you thinking today? Why did you go to your cousin's house?"
Fu Siyi could already understand some of the older people's words. He lay flat on his back with his legs raised high, looking a little shy.
"This time it was Auntie who was generous, and you benefited from Grandpa's kindness. But you can't do this again in the future, okay?"
Jiang Yuman was very worried that Xiaoyi would follow in Chuzhou's footsteps.
"I know, Mom." Xiaoyi nodded heavily.
At this moment, in his young mind, this matter is like eating candy and brushing teeth, which is something he can do.
"Being obedient is a good thing." Jiang Yuman kissed his forehead as a reward.
Xiaoyi, who was originally a little depressed, suddenly became happy, raised his feet high, and even propped up the quilt in a funny way.
"You are naughty," Fu Jingchen, who was standing beside him, stretched out his hand to stop him. "I will send you to your grandfather."
Fu Siyi quickly put his foot down and moved closer to Jiang Yuman.
It was so hard for him to sleep with his parents once before he had to be sent back.
"Good boy, it's time to go to bed." Jiang Yuman covered his eyes with her hands.
At first, Xiaoyi twisted his body to try to move her hand away, but then his eyelids became heavier and his breathing became more even.
Reaching out to touch his eyelashes, Jiang Yuman said, "Such a small child, yet he still kisses a little girl."
The fact that she mentioned this matter over and over again was enough to show how surprised she was by it.
Fu Jingchen said: "You are sensible and just joking, you will never dare to do it again in the future."
"This matter must be taken seriously," Jiang Yuman said, "Son, do you think your daughter would remain so calm if she was kissed?"
Fu Jingchen had no illusions. After all, from the moment Xiaoyi was born, he knew he would only have one son.
"I don't want to talk about you," Jiang Yuman said worriedly, "If you become like Chu Zhou in the future, you'd better be honest."
"......" Why does his son look like Chuzhou?
Even though the child is still young, Fu Jingchen is confident that Xiaoyi will never become that kind of person in the future.
Of course, a good man will refute what his wife says.
So he didn't say anything, but just silently pulled the quilt for Fu Siyi.
Jiang Yuman applied medicine to him as usual. Even though the wounds on his body healed quickly, the scar on his back showed how critical the situation was at the time.
Even though I've watched it so many times, I still feel palpitations every time I watch it.
"What's wrong?" Fu Jingchen noticed that the fingers behind him paused, and tilted his head slightly, "Let Dad wipe it for you?"
"What nonsense are you talking about? Your wife cleans your house for you. Do you think your parents think you're competent?"
Jiang Yuman came to her senses and applied the medicine skillfully.
After finishing the lesson, she asked, "Jingchen, have you ever thought about staying in the capital?"
Ever since Fu Jingchen was injured, Qin Dongling has been very concerned about this matter.
He has a daughter, Jiang Yuman, and the couple's relationship is stable. He doesn't want his son-in-law to be in danger again.
At first, Jiang Yuman was sure that he wanted to stay here and that his efforts were fake.
But in the past, Fu Jingchen didn't even mention it... Now her father didn't ask, and she was not sure.
"I thought about it,"
Fu Jingchen sat up, buttoned his clothes slowly, and looked up at her. "I do all this for you to be transferred back."
"Did Dad ever contact you in private?" Looking at him, Jiang Yuman felt blessed.
Fu Jingchen remained silent.
"I'm so sorry Dad didn't ask about this. It turns out you guys had already discussed it privately."
Jiang Yuman raised an eyebrow. "Such an important matter, and you can actually hold back and tell me!"
"The transfer hasn't come down yet, and I don't know what position it is." Fu Jingchen explained.
Jiang Yuman accepted this explanation and was still pondering her own way out until she went to the General Political Department the next day.
Even though she is now a screenwriter for the Tenth Division Workers' Troupe, they will still return to the Southwest Military Region after the performance.
Her so-called reserved position was only for script delivery. The position that really required long-term and energetic effort should be transferred to the capital.
"Is this easy?"
Gao Fei, who came to the General Political Department, listened to her ideas and gave her advice, "Either you become a screenwriter in the General Political Department, or you can get a job in the administrative office."
Jiang Yuman asked, "But you're the permanent screenwriter for the Political Department. Can you do it?"
"How can it be possible?" Gao Fei exposed his past without mercy. "Although the level is stable, it can be delayed. You are diligent and the quality is stable. Even if the General Political Department knew about it, they would be dreaming."
"Usually, when a musical is performed on the diplomatic stage, the General Political Department will extend an olive branch. If you expect it to be performed this year, it should be possible next year." She counted the days on her fingers to help Jiang Yuman.
Jiang Yuman looked up at her.
Su Zheng is still looking forward to this honor, but Gao Fei has heard the news?
"Someone did contact you and asked to use your work. Although I haven't received the notification letter yet, it's almost there."
Gao Fei nodded slightly, as a sign of acknowledgement.
There is nothing surprising about Jiang Yuman. After all, Gao Fei has many classic works, and "Dawn" is a new face.
Jiang Yuman readily agreed to Gao Fei's invitation to take her to watch the rehearsal.
In the afternoon, I went to the Great Hall of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs with her.
The decoration of the Great Hall is solemn, but it still cannot be compared with later generations. There are some problems with the circuit, and the staff are still debugging.
While waiting, Jiang Yuman went to the restroom and happened to run into Zhuo Yunqi coming out of the office nearby.
Jiang Yuman greeted politely, "Brother Zhuo."
The other person was startled, turned his head to see her, and said in a somewhat natural tone, "Comrade Jiang Yuman, what brought you here?"
"Come and watch the rehearsal." As she spoke, Jiang Yuman subconsciously looked at the side of his neck, where there was a very obvious color.
Looking closely, it seems to be lipstick.
Jiang Yuman's expression suddenly became complicated.
While his wife at home takes care of the child all day, he is being ambiguous with her in formal occasions.
Thinking of Mrs. Zhuo, she felt a chill in her heart.
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