The performance began. Fu Weihao was sitting in the audience at the moment. He had no interest in watching the performance. He lowered his eyes and thought to himself: When I saw Xiao Xiao's photo before, I thought he had remembered it wrong, but he was also careful. He locked the photo in a drawer in his study and did not put it outside. Even Tan Lingling did not see the photo.
When I saw Commander Mu's face this time, I couldn't help but secretly be glad for my choice at that time. If outsiders saw this photo and then this face, it would be difficult not to think too much, because they are so similar.
But what puzzled him was, how could this be possible?
Although he was not very clear about Sister Jingshu's affairs, his father had mentioned this matter when he was communicating with his uncle, and he still remembered the old man's angry tone.
But is someone like Commander Mu also a heartless person?
He was the hero he had always admired, and his heroic deeds could be heard in several battles, big and small.
It is said that he saved the lives of many comrades on the battlefield.
Such a person actually abandoned his wife and daughter?
Fu Weihao's mind was in a mess, and he felt that he couldn't accept it for a moment. He had always targeted him, and now he knew that he was the one who hurt his relatives.
He didn't know what to do in this situation, but he also knew that he couldn't do anything.
Given his current position, it is difficult to see him normally.
Not to mention rushing forward to seek justice for Xiaoxiao.
Don't be impulsive. Rushing forward rashly is simply a foolish act seeking death.
I should discuss this matter with the third brother and hear what he has to say.
Just at this moment, Tan Lingling's performance began on the stage. He suppressed the surging emotions in his heart, raised his hand and applauded with everyone else. He glanced at Tan Lingling and smiled.
"......"
The performance lasted until noon, with a break for lunch and then continued at 2pm.
Because the troupe had a meeting to discuss the afternoon program, Tan Lingling went to the restaurant with the people from the art troupe.
Fu Weihao took Mr. Tan and his two sons back home. There were still some vegetables at home, so they didn't want to squeeze with so many people.
It was indeed very crowded. It was rare for the military to have such a concentrated meal together. Today, everyone had no training tasks, so you can imagine how many people could be in the restaurant.
He went home and made a pot of egg noodles with the only remaining noodles in the house.
Fu Sui ate a mouthful of noodles with a little disdain, muttering, "It's not as delicious as my sister's."
Fu Weihao glanced at him and said nothing. He knew that his cooking was not delicious. Besides, he usually had little time to cook, so he didn't pay much attention to his appetite.
In his opinion, it’s OK as long as the food is cooked. Besides, it’s all made of white flour and eggs, so how bad can it be?
Father Tan finished the noodles in the bowl, wiped his mouth, looked at Fu Sui who was wearing a mask of pain, and said with a smile: "Ahao, your eldest son is really amazing. He dares to run in front of the commander."
Fu Sui put down his chopsticks and said helplessly: "Grandpa, I'm not the only one there, there are so many people around, why don't you say anything?"
Father Tan snorted coldly, "Then how come they noticed you and called you over specifically?..."
"Who knows? Maybe they thought of asking me to come over and have a word with them because I look energetic. Don't leaders like kids like me?"
Fu Sui, who had been looking bored, met Fu Weihao's cold eyes and smiled awkwardly to beg for mercy.
"Dad, I really didn't. I just used a telescope to take a few glances. I was just curious."
Fu Weihao was preoccupied with something and ignored his antics. He finished his meal and said to Fu Sui, "Wash the dishes later."
Then he turned to look at Mr. Tan and said with a smile, "Dad, please go back to your room and rest for a while. The afternoon performance doesn't start until 2 o'clock."
"Okay, I'll go take a rest," Mr. Tan stood up and said to Fu Yu who was standing beside him, "Xiao Yu, call me at two o'clock, and we'll go out and see together."
Fu Yu smiled and nodded.
After dinner, Fu Sui went to the kitchen to wash the dishes, and Fu Weihao came to the study.
He sat at his desk, opened the lock on the drawer with his key, took out the photo and looked at it for a few more times. Then he put the photo on the table, tapped it lightly with his fingers, and didn't speak for a long time.
After a long silence, he put the photo back into the drawer and locked it.
He stood up and prepared to go out to call Fu Weilun.
Fu Sui, who had just finished cleaning the kitchen, saw him about to go out and asked, "Dad, you're going out..."
Fu Weihao, who had already put on his shoes, nodded and said calmly, "I'll go out and call your uncle. You two should stay at home and watch the show with grandpa this afternoon. Don't get into trouble."
After saying that, he opened the door and walked out.
Fu Sui smiled, turned to look at his brother, and said, "Guess what our dad said to Uncle San?"
Fu Yu shrugged and said calmly: "What can I say? He has always been like this. If there is anything he can't figure out, just ask Uncle San for help."
"Hey, tell me, should we tell our sister about this when we write to her..."
Fu Yu shook his head. "Don't say that in the letter. It's easy for someone to intercept the letter on the way. Uncle San will tell Xiao Xiao then."
"Well, then, if you don't want to tell me, then don't tell me. But I miss my sister. I'll write her a letter and we'll mail it together later."
Fu Sui turned around and went back to his room, lay down on the table and started writing a letter.
Fu Weihao went straight to the telephone room, saluted the person on duty, and said, "I want to tell my family about some private matters. Can you give me some privacy..."
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