Chapter 237 "I want to go to Kunqu with the commander..."

"Fu Jiqiu! Tomorrow is your first day of school here, and I will go to see you off." Seeing that they attached so much importance to a kindergarten child going to school, Fu Xun touched his son's head lovingly and said.

Fu Jiqiu didn't feel that this was an honor. She pursed her lips and said, "No need. Just ask the guard to take me to school."

The boy knew his father's work schedule very well, and early morning was an important time for military training.

His father was able to hold the position of a teacher at this age. He was very serious and rigorous in his work and would never leave the army easily at a time like this. He would usually instruct the guards to drive him to the school gate.

"Hey! Did Fu Jiqiu transfer here as well?" Wang Ziru just couldn't find the words to dispel Han Suijing's 'eye contact', and smiled brightly, "Commander, you just took over the Ninth Division, and you are busy with work. If you are at ease, leave Fu Jiqiu to me."

"Ah? Then, how can I bother you?" Fu Xun raised his eyes and looked at Wang Ziru, and was immediately flattered.

Wang Ziru looked straightforward and chuckled, "It doesn't matter if I give one child as a gift or two."

The indifferent young man sitting next to Baoer froze in silence, this was something he could never even hope for!

I immediately agreed on behalf of his father: "Thank you, Auntie. I will wait for Baoer at the gate of the military unit tomorrow morning."

Fu Xun looked at his son in confusion, and a warm smile appeared on his square face. "It seems that Fu Jiqiu really likes going to school with Baoer! Okay, then I'll trouble Comrade Ziru."

"It's not a problem, Chief, just focus on your work. The Ninth Division needs you." Wang Ziru said politely.

Commander Duan chewed his food and looked at the two children. "Fu Xun, did you know that the National Defense Art Troupe will be going to the Ninth Division to perform?"

"I also heard about the literary performance before I came here! I wonder what the commander thinks?"

"I read the notice this afternoon. They hope the troops can get involved and put on one or two programs. You see, if we gather some children and rehearse a singing program, it can also unite the family courtyard."

Fu Xun nodded quickly and said righteously, "The commander is right. I will hold a meeting tomorrow morning to arrange this matter."

"No need to be so formal. The children in the family compound haven't seen much of the world. Just sing a nursery rhyme." Commander Duan approached his young wife and said, "I see you have a lot of free time now. How about this? When you go back, pick a group of children and rehearse a nursery rhyme for them."

Wang Ziru felt the commander's strong sense of pressure, met the gentle black eyes, and said: "The commander has plenty of people to do this, and besides, I can't sing."

He refused in a decent manner, but his feet kicked towards the table dishonestly.

"Hey! How come you learned my bad habit of kicking people, but you didn't learn other good habits?" He glanced at the dishonest feet under the table and smiled brightly and gently.

Han Suijing coughed twice and said, "Commander, this suggestion is good. Help the troops rehearse the performance. You will have something to do during this time."

"Yes! Comrade Ziru, send the child home tomorrow and start taking care of this matter. Just tell me if you need anything." Fu Xun also realized that the two senior cadres were trying their best to push their people to the front, and they must want to use the opportunity of the cultural performance to help her get some benefits.

But maybe he was wrong. Anyway, someone had already taken care of this matter, which saved him a lot of trouble.

Fu Xun said excitedly: "Fu Jiqiu has never been on stage. This is indeed a good opportunity for the children in the family home to stand on the stage, dance, sing, and exercise their courage."

Wang Ziru glanced at the men and saw that they were so determined, so she didn't refuse.

However, the performance wouldn't be dry without any musical instruments or accompaniment, right?

She looked at Fu Xun and asked, "Commander, is there any musical accompaniment?"

"Why do you need accompaniment when singing a nursery rhyme? But what kind of musical instruments do you want to be equipped with? Han Suijing seems to have a panpipe and an accordion, right?" The commander raised his chin slightly, his eyes fixed on Han Suijing.

"Yes! If necessary, I'll have someone send it to the Ninth Division tomorrow." Han Suijing nodded.

"No piano?"

"Piano?!" the three men said in unison.

Perhaps the word "piano" was too foreign-sounding. Even Fu Jiqiu, who usually looked indifferent, couldn't help but turn his head to look at the beautiful aunt. He was very curious. Did she know about piano?

Fu Xun has always been concerned about his son. Seeing Fu Jiqiu looking at Wang Ziru in surprise, he laughed and said, "The piano is imported! I'm afraid our military art troupe doesn't have that kind of high-end musical instrument."

"Comrade Ziru, I'm not afraid of you making fun of me, but I've only seen it on TV."

Wang Ziru tilted her head slightly and looked at Commander Duan, "Haven't you seen it either?"

"I have seen it before, but that stuff is too high-end. The army art troupe is poor, how can it afford such foreign goods." Commander Duan raised the corner of his mouth slightly, obviously being tricked by his young wife.

After a few seconds, he remembered that his uncle was discussing business on the beach.

With my uncle's extensive knowledge from studying abroad, he is not like these rough guys who are completely unfamiliar with the piano.

Then he said seriously, "I'll ask my uncle tonight! He's been in Waitan discussing business these days. In our country, I'm afraid only Shangjing and Waitan have pianos at the moment."

"I'm just asking casually. If you don't have the answer, forget it." Wang Ziru was a little disappointed.

Such a large National Defense Art Troupe doesn’t even have a piano. Does it mean there’s not even an organ?

Wen Yiting went to Kunqu University to study for a few years. What did she want to show off in front of her?!

She concluded: Wen Yiting definitely can't play the piano.

Thinking of this possibility, Wang Ziru curled up her lips into a sarcastic smile.

Han Suijing, who was sitting opposite them, saw this scene from a distance and thought that it was because his grumpy boss promised to get Wang Ziru a piano that she was so happy.

He was almost going crazy with jealousy, and his hands gripped the spoon so hard that they turned white.

The next day, Wang Ziru got up after six in the morning.

The corridor was noisy, especially near the sink, which was crowded with military wives, all busy making breakfast for their children to eat before going to school.

Wang Ziru turned on the stove. There was still a weak flame from the coal she had added last night. She went to the small balcony in the living room and got a piece of honeycomb coal and placed it on the stove. Then she turned back to the house and picked up the child from the bed.

"Mom, is that uncle going back to Kunqu today?"

Somehow, the first thing Baoer said when she opened her eyes in the morning was to ask about Han Suijing.

Wang Ziru paused while buttoning her child's shirt and looked at her son. "How did you know he was going back to Kunqu today?"

"We were having dinner at the hotel yesterday, and my uncle told me when he took me to the bathroom."

"What else did he say to you?" Wang Ziru suddenly felt a little worried, afraid that Han Suijing would acknowledge the child in private.

Bao Er said with a smile: "Uncle told us to wait for him at the army. He is going to Guangzhou on a business trip and will be back soon to pick us up to go to Kun District."

"Ah? But the commander also said he would take us to Kun District. Who do you want to go with?"

As Wang Ziru said this, she stared at the boy's reaction anxiously.

Bao Er bit her little finger happily and said shyly, "I want to go to Kunqu with the commander..."

"Ah? Why is it the commander and not Uncle Han Suijing?"

"Commander uncle said that when we return to Kun District, he will take me to the post office to buy a really big stamp! There are big airplanes and flags on the stamps! He also said he wants to give Fu Jiqiu a gift."

Wang Ziru was inexplicably amused by the commander and chuckled, "It seems that Commander Duan is better at winning people's hearts!"

But in my heart I was even happier: Han Suijing didn't even know how he failed.

After taking the child to the toilet, Wang Ziru replaced the honeycomb coal that was almost burned out, fixed the stove, set up the iron pot and started to boil water and cook noodles.

There were no eggs left at home, and she had no plans to buy any more.

I cooked two bowls of vegetarian noodles and had them with breakfast.

After she finished packing and took the child out, many military wives upstairs and downstairs had already eaten. They helped the child carry his schoolbag and sent him to the military gate to catch the bus.

As they were almost at the parking lot in front of the military gate, Fu Jiqiu came running towards them from somewhere in the bustling crowd.

"Baoer! Auntie!"

Wang Ziru was still checking which Dongfeng car she was going to take when she saw Fu Jiqiu running up to her with a smile on his face, "Fu Jiqiu you're so fast!"

"I followed my dad downstairs after I got up this morning." Fu Jiqiu held Bao'er's hand like a little brother, "Bao'er, let's go to the front and take Uncle Han Suijing's car."

"Why do we have to take Han Suijing's car?" Wang Ziru felt something was wrong.

But Fu Jiqiu was already pulling Baoer with him, and the two little guys happily walked around the back of the Dongfeng truck and headed towards a military green jeep parked on the other side, seemingly ready to set off at any time.

Han Suijing was standing next to the car. When he saw them coming, he nodded gently and said, "Get in the car. I'll take you to school."

"Oh, I thought you had already left for Kunqu."

Wang Ziru looked at the two children who had already climbed into the car, and embarrassedly slipped into the back seat under the man's nose.

In front, Han Suijing also sat in the passenger seat.

The jeep slowly drove out of the military post.

Many military wives who saw this scene were shocked. How could Wang Ziru be able to ride in the Korean Army’s special car?

Outside the car window, there are lush green farmlands and verdant mountains along the road.

Wang Ziru opened her mouth and wanted to ask why she didn't see the commander.

The man sitting in the co-pilot's seat, who was paying close attention to the situation behind him, said in a deep voice: "The commander returned to Kun District last night. His grandfather was seriously ill, and his family asked him to return to Dali..."

"What disease did the commander's grandfather have?"

"I don't know exactly what the illness is, but the commander said it seems like the old man has a severe headache."

The two of them walked one after the other, chatting casually as the car drove into the town and arrived outside the school gate.

As Wang Ziru got out of the car, she was about to pick up the child, but Han Suijing moved quickly, opened the other door, and got out carrying the cute baby.

Baoer already likes this uncle very much.

Being put on the curb, he waved with a smile, "Goodbye, uncle."

"When you get to kindergarten, get along well with your classmates, and tell your mother if anything happens. Remember that?" Han Suijing reminded them while standing at the curb with a sturdy figure.

"Um."

Wang Ziru shyly lifted her hair and said, "Then I'll send them in first."

The man nodded slightly and watched Wang Ziru, Baoer and Fu Jiqiu walk into the school gate. He turned around and told the guard to drive the car to the front and stop to wait for Wang Ziru to come out.

They had been apart for too long, and both had a lot to say, so they needed to have a deep conversation without any interruption.