Starting from the first day of the new year, Fu's mother would open the gate early every day, and close neighbors would bring their children to visit.
The Fu family didn't have many relatives, but because they had a relative from the Chief of the General Staff this year, and since it was the first year since his rehabilitation that he would celebrate New Year in the capital, more people came than in any previous year.
The two old people felt sorry for the younger generation and some unimportant friends, so they received them personally and let the children go to the military district courtyard to laze around.
It happened that Zhang Yurong brought her children back to visit her grandfather and stayed at Qin's house.
"Youyou, Youyou." Fu Siyi was so excited when he saw Zhuo You that he kept circling around her.
Zhuo You sat on Jiang Yuman's lap, gave this strange brother a look, and turned his head towards Jiang Yuman's arms.
"Okay," Jiang Yuman put her finger against Fu Siyi's lips, "Don't forget what your mother said to you last time."
Fu Siyi's eyebrows drooped. Of course he would never forget that his mother used his most beloved candy to threaten him not to kiss Youyou again.
But Youyou's face is as sweet as candy.
Seeing this, Zhang Yurong acted as a peacemaker and said, "The kids are just joking, don't take it too seriously."
When she first returned home after her divorce, her condition was not good, but not to this extent. At first glance, Jiang Yuman was immediately attracted by the dark circles under her eyes.
"Sister-in-law, have you been sleeping lately recently?"
Zhang Yurong said, "I'm upset and can't sleep."
Jiang Yuman was already an insider about their family affairs, and thanks to her telling the truth, she was not kept in the dark.
So Zhang Yurong did not hide it from her and quickly told her about her troubles.
Zhuo Qinghuai was about to get married, so he went to the Tian family on the first day of the new year, which was originally a good thing.
The first two sons got married, and the old lady of the Zhuo family had not passed away yet. But now there were only two men in the family and no woman to take care of the family. Political Commissar Zhuo wanted to invite her to go look for something to buy.
If the two of them divorced peacefully, Zhang Yurong would definitely agree without hesitation. But the problem was that they were the laughing stock of the entire capital, and everyone knew that Zhuo Yun had someone behind him.
The leaders of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs knew more. In short, among the top leaders, the Zhuo family affairs were a laughing stock.
"I wanted to refuse, but then I thought about how good Dad is to his three children."
Human nature is selfish. Zhang Yurong knew that she had left the Zhuo family, and the resources her father left to her children were not even half of what her grandfather had left.
Zhuo Qinghuai will definitely have children in the future. If his own children are not raised in the Zhuo family, it would be good to gain some affection for them.
Who would dislike having more money and power?
"Uncle Zhuo is a good person. Even if you reject him, he will understand." Jiang Yuman expressed her opinion.
Obviously, she also felt that this kind of thing should not be agreed to.
Since I am getting divorced, I must completely abandon my identity as the daughter-in-law of the Zhuo family to avoid being used as a target of gossip by others.
Zhang Yurong always took Jiang Yuman's words as her guiding principle, and when she left Qin's house, she already had an idea.
She returned to Zhuo's house with the children, politely rejected Political Commissar Zhuo, and conveyed her concerns.
The Zhuo family's reputation had been worrying recently, and Political Commissar Zhuo was too embarrassed to ask other people in the courtyard. After learning of Zhang Yurong's concerns, he didn't make things difficult for her, but lowered his requirements and asked her what she must prepare.
Political Commissar Zhuo truly felt indebted to this daughter-in-law who was willing to marry into the Zhuo family when its reputation was at its worst.
Zhang Yurong was reluctant to go with Zhuo Qinghuai to see what to buy, but was willing to make a list, so she went to Zhuo's house twice more for this purpose.
It just so happened that Tian Minjing came home with Zhuo Qinghuai and they met each other.
"Sister-in-law." The fault lies with Brother Xiao. Zhuo Qinghuai has always recognized this former sister-in-law.
He also took the initiative to introduce Tian Minjing to Zhang Yurong. No matter what he thought in his heart, at least on the surface, Tian Minjing showed the proper courtesy.
This made Zhuo Qinghuai and Political Commissar Zhuo quite satisfied.
Privately, Political Commissar Zhuo even called his son to the study and specifically told him, "You're getting married soon, so you mustn't follow in your brother's footsteps. Since you're marrying into the family, you have to be a responsible man."
Zhuo Qinghuai nodded carefully.
Trouble has been brewing at home one after another, and now many people are focusing their attention on him. He must clear the dirty reputation that others have given to the Zhuo family.
Seeing his son's determined eyes, Political Commissar Zhuo was both happy and moved.
He walked forward and looked at his youngest son, who was already taller than him. "Don't be like your older brother. Your second brother is a rare example. As long as you treat others sincerely, others will treat you sincerely. Look at your Uncle Qin's family, they are harmonious and loving."
When Zhuo Qinghuai heard his father mention Qin Dongling, there was a moment of unnaturalness in his eyes.
But they didn't look at each other, and Political Commissar Zhuo apparently didn't notice.
He sighed to himself, "Before, I was busy in the army, and your mother took care of everything. It wasn't a good example for you. But in Qinghuai, a man should be a man of integrity. He should be worthy of your uniform at home and worthy of your family at home."
Patting Zhuo Qinghuai on the shoulder, he looked straight at him and said, "You are not good at it, but there are people who do it very well."
Zhuo Qinghuai didn't answer, but his eyes revealed a lot of information.
If even his father, a war hero, said he couldn't do it well, then who else could it be?
Even though they were almost entirely raised by their mother since childhood, they never felt that Political Commissar Zhuo had failed in his duties. Without the tenacious resistance of their father's generation, there would be no peace and tranquility.
No one knows a son better than his father. Political Commissar Zhuo smiled and said, "You may soon become familiar with Jingchen."
Thus, Zhuo Qinghuai knew that the person his father was so sure of was Uncle Qin's son-in-law, Fu Jingchen.
He lowered his eyes slightly, "Isn't he from the Southwest Military Region?"
"That was in the past," Political Commissar Zhuo said, walking to the bookshelf. "He has established a first-class position in Xinjiang and can be transferred to the capital as soon as his injuries recover. Currently, the most reliable place for transfer is the 24th Group Army of the People's Liberation Army General Military Region, which is where you are."
"What position will you be in then?" Zhuo Qinghuai asked.
Political Commissar Zhuo was a little surprised. It wasn't like his son to ask questions, but he still said, "The worst-case scenario is a transfer to a lateral position, and the probability will increase."
Border defense accidents in peacetime are the best place to fight. Fu Jingchen worked hard this time, and all nine people survived, which also gave every border defense soldier a shot in the arm.
At least Political Commissar Zhuo admires this kid.
At his age, he relied entirely on his bloodiness to fight the enemy, but when he was three or four years old, he understood tactics.
Each generation is stronger than the previous one.
Coming out of the study, Zhuo Qinghuai felt a bit complicated.
It is true that he is the head of the group, but he is seven years older than Fu Jingchen.
Fu Jingchen was transferred to a level position, and he was not as good as the other party. If Fu Jingchen was promoted again, he would be his superior.
So young, so promising, and with the right time, place and people, none of these can be missing.
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