He was so busy today, busy meeting with his superiors, busy getting to know his troops and his environment, that he didn't even have time to go home and take a look.
He took off his military jacket and covered the child's slightly bulging shoulders with it.
The slight sound woke Zhao Xiaobei up.
Zhao Xiaobei rubbed his eyes and suddenly sat up from the wooden bed.
His memory is still of his rural home a few months ago.
He slept in the cowshed and had to get up before dawn. If he didn't work, he and his mother would be beaten too.
Zhao Xiaobei moved so quickly that he almost jumped off the wooden bed.
Zhao Weidong reached out and held him down.
"Xiaobei."
Zhao Xiaobei heard the voice, saw the person in front of him clearly, and came back to his senses in a trance.
He moved his dry lips and uttered hoarsely, "...Dad."
Zhao Weidong touched Zhao Xiaobei's head and spoke in a low voice.
"Xiaobei, are you still adapting to this place?"
Zhao Xiaobei grabbed the quilt on his body and saw the military jacket that Zhao Weidong had taken off.
He pursed his lips and said softly, "It's nice here."
After a pause, he added another sentence.
“It’s not cold here at all.”
In the early spring, the winter snow in the north has not melted yet and there is still ice on the river surface.
Zhao Xiaobei has experienced bitterly cold winters since he was a child, and the warmth of the south is like heaven to him.
Zhao Weidong felt a little relieved after hearing this.
He then asked.
"Have you eaten yet?"
"I didn't finish the dry food I had on the road. It was all white flour buns. I ate them at noon and at night. I ate quite a few. Don't worry, Dad. I'm not hungry."
Zhao Xiaobei likes steamed buns, which are delicious and filling. The only problem is that they become a bit dry and hurt your throat if left for too long.
But there was a water tank in the yard, and the water in the tank tasted a bit sweet, so he drank a lot.
Zhao Weidong asked again.
"What about her, has she eaten?"
The joyful expression on the boy's face gradually disappeared.
Zhao Xiaobei was silent for a while and then said.
"After arriving here, she locked herself in her room and never came out again. I don't know whether she ate or not."
This answer was within Zhao Weidong's expectations.
He didn't say anything, but just touched Zhao Xiaobei's head again.
"Xiaobei, this will be our home from now on. Daddy has a salary and allowances, so you can live a good life. Whether it's steamed buns and dumplings, eggs and noodles, or even pork, we can all afford them, so feel free to eat and gain some weight. Daddy is busy these days, so I'll let you go for a while. After a while, I'll make you a bed so you can sleep more comfortably."
"Dad, this is fine now..."
Zhao Xiaobei wanted to explain out loud, he was already very satisfied with the current situation.
But after meeting Zhao Weidong's worried and concerned eyes, he swallowed the rest of the words back into his stomach.
He could feel that the man he once called uncle was now a father who truly cared about him.
Zhao Xiaobei nodded gently. "I understand."
Zhao Weidong finally reminded, "Take care of yourself, get along well with her, and go to sleep."
The burly man walked out of the small room, then turned around and pushed open another door.
…
After entering the house.
Zhao Weidong saw the tidiest and cleanest desk in the room.
There was a piece of glass on the desk, which was wiped spotlessly clean. On the desk were neatly placed a pile of books, a pen and a bottle of ink.
Next to it was an empty suitcase.
He took one look, then turned his eyes to the bed.
There was a beige sheet on the bed, which was smooth and without a wrinkle, as if no one was sleeping on it.
In fact, a slender figure was curled up and sleeping.
She only took up one-third of the bed, leaving a large space for the tall Zhao Weidong.
But the man knew that this was not an invitation, but rather an attempt to avoid suspicion.
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