Chapter 259 He is Baoer's biological father
When Commander Duan walked into the ward, he was still outside the door. A gust of wind cut through the air and an enamel plate flew straight into his nose.
Fortunately, the commander was also a soldier, and he caught the plate with his rough fingers.
"Old man, you are in great shape! You were able to throw a plate so far from the bed, and you are so strong. I think you don't need to stay in the hospital and waste the precious time of doctors and nurses. Go back to Dali."
"You little rascal, how dare you hang around me?" The old man was worried that he couldn't find a vent for his anger.
He was originally half lying on the hospital bed, but when he saw his eldest grandson coming, he sat up and started scolding and mocking him.
He had just ridiculed his younger son, and the boy was unhappy. The father and son were in a stalemate. Seeing Duan Yanzhi coming, Duan Suili stood up and was about to leave.
"Sit still! I'm not angry with you yet, why are you running away?" The old man saw that his son wanted to slip away, how could he allow him to slip away like that?
He also got angry, put on a sour face, and lay back down.
Duan Suili was helpless. He glanced at his nephew and said calmly, "Duan Yanzhi, you should explain to Grandpa what is going on."
"Explain what?" Commander Duan was speechless.
She walked to the bed with the enamel plate in her hand, threw it back into the bedside table, scratched her head irritably, and looked at the old man, "What do you want to hear? Peking opera or Huangmei opera, I'll ask the actors from the art troupe to come over and sing for you later."
"Get lost, you little brat! How dare you come near me?"
The old man turned his face away and said, "Just tell me, you are the eldest grandson of the Duan family, how come you can't handle a daughter-in-law?"
"It's not that I can't handle it, but she has her heart set on her ex-fiance, and that ex happens to be my best subordinate, and they still have feelings for each other. What do you want me to do?" Duan Yanzhi threw his hands up, feeling helpless.
"Humph! Your uncle is so useless." The old man turned around and vented his anger on his son again, glancing at Duan Suili, "I specifically asked him to go to Xiong District to help you, but you see, he was suppressed by Han Tingzhang."
It seems that the Duan family has no successor.
The old man was very unwilling in his heart that such a big thing was surpassed by the Han family.
Duan Suili leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, tilted his face, and waited for his old father to finish venting his anger.
Ever since he heard that Duan Yan had been defeated, the old man looked at his son and felt that his nose was not a nose, his eyes were not eyes, everything about him was wrong, and everything he did was wrong.
He had no choice but to call his eldest nephew over to take the blame.
It's impossible that Duan Yanzhi could blame his uncle for his failure, right?
Having said that, this is not any other ordinary woman. If Duan Yanzhi really falls in love with a girl from a certain family, he will have to help him snatch her to the Duan family. But this time the opponent is very strong, so strong that when Han Tingzhang arrives, he directly suppresses their Duan family with his status as the head of the Han family.
"Grandpa! You look full of energy, so your illness should not be serious. You can stay here for two days and then go back to Dali to recuperate." Duan Yanzhi sat on a chair beside the bed.
"I won't go back! Dali is not fun. Besides, now that I see your mother, I can't help but want to curse her." The old man said angrily with a dark face, and then he subconsciously murmured, "Why did my outstanding grandson lose?"
Duan Suili held his forehead and said, "If my sister-in-law hadn't run over and scolded him severely, there might still be a chance."
"Your sister-in-law really offended me this time!"
"But it's okay, Dad. Even though she can't be the granddaughter-in-law of our Duan family, our two families will still keep in close contact in the future. I decided to let Ziru do business with me. It's much easier to join forces than to support the Duan family's business alone."
Duan Yan looked up at his uncle, his sharp eyebrows furrowed, "What kind of business can she do with you?"
"Don't underestimate her! When the machines I bought from Japan are shipped to Yun Province next month, I will have to rely on her to help me set up the production line. She seems to know a little Japanese. When the workshop production needs an execution manual and standards, she promised to help me get them."
"..." Duan Yanzhi's throat moved up and down, his voice a little rough, "So, in a few days, she is really going to move to the military compound with Han Suijing?"
"It's very obvious! But Duan Yanzhi, you should be more open-minded. Even if you can't be husband and wife, you are still neighbors. In the future, you may not see each other when you go out, but you will see each other when you come home..." Duan Suili couldn't help but want to tease his nephew when he thought that their two houses were across the street.
How could Duan Yanzhi not have thought of this?
He and Han Suijing lived in the most upscale family compound in Kunming District. They each had a small house, with their doors facing each other, and even their parking spaces were next to each other...
Suddenly, the old man's eyes showed a strange excitement. "You mean that girl is going to move to the military compound? She will live in Han Suijing's house?"
"They have a child and don't live together. Are they going to move across the street to live with your eldest grandson?" Duan Suili held back his smile.
"By the way, didn't you say you would let that girl check my condition? Did you tell her about this when you saw her?" The old man looked at his younger son nervously and asked.
Duan Suili nodded gently, "Yes, she said you have Parkinson's disease, which can only be relieved but not cured. But I don't know if Duan Yanzhi mentioned this to her. If she didn't, it means her medical skills are not simple."
"I didn't tell her what illness grandpa had. I just told her that he had a headache and his hands were shaking." Duan Yan said straightforwardly.
I was secretly amazed that my young wife's diagnosis was correct from a distance.
It is not difficult to guess that she has not stopped studying in the past few years since she left the Han family, which is quite remarkable.
When Duan Yanzhi thought about what the art troupe had done this time, he became depressed and frowned again. It turned out that he wanted to do one last thing for her and fulfill her wish of piano accompaniment.
Who knew that the art troupe took it upon themselves to get her an old organ!
When she turned around and asked Han Suijing, she found out that the Kunqu Art Troupe had a piano. She thought that he had not agreed and was unwilling to let her use the troupe's piano. He had already kept this in mind.
On the afternoon before the art performance, the art soldiers from the Kunqu National Defense Art Troupe arrived at the Ninth Division in a Dongfeng vehicle, carrying an organ.
We started the final rehearsal for the literary performance the next afternoon.
That night, Wang Ziru was very excited. She wanted to play the organ for accompaniment, but she didn't know that this was Commander Duan's order.
As night fell, when the organ in the auditorium sounded, people outside the auditorium stopped in their tracks.
The auditorium was cleared out by the art troupe, and the idle people could only listen outside the auditorium, so they were all guessing who was playing the piano.
All the performing artists were very excited after watching the two programs directed by Wang Ziru. They didn't expect that there was a military wife in the family compound who knew musical notation and could play the piano.
The love song sung solo by Zhao Qingrui was also accompanied by instruments such as drums from the art troupe, which instantly raised the effect to a higher level.
The director of the art troupe approached Wang Ziru and asked, "Comrade Ziru, did you write these two songs yourself? I mean the lyrics and the music?"
"Well, sort of."
"Such a clean and clear song, and the children sang it so beautifully, I'm sure it will be sung in schools soon." After a pause, the band leader said excitedly, "Your love song has bold lyrics, expressing the man's bold pursuit of the woman he loves. It seems that as long as it is broadcast on TV, it will definitely become a hit."
"Hehe, as long as everyone likes it." Wang Ziru smiled humbly.
A skillful piano performance had already been envied by the art soldiers in the art troupe.
After the rehearsal ended in the evening, the director of the art troupe told the children not to tell their parents about the rehearsal when they got home, as he wanted to wait until the next day for the official performance to give everyone in the army the most moving performance.
The children were also very motivated. When they got home, they didn't say a word to the adults and they all supported Teacher Wang.
It was not until dark that the Kunqu TV station arrived at the Ninth Division and contacted the members of the art troupe.
The family compound is bustling with activity, and everyone is paying close attention to tomorrow's arts performance.
They rehearsed intensively that night and didn't finish until very late. Commander Duan also heard about Wang Ziru's strong organizational and leadership abilities over the phone, and he became more and more reluctant to part ways with her.
The next day was Saturday.
At noon, comrades from the art troupe and the TV station were the first to arrive at the army canteen to eat.
After lunch, everyone returned to the auditorium to make intensive preparations for the arts performance that was to begin at 1:30 p.m.
The TV station's program recording team had already set up a production platform in front of the stage.
In preparation for the arts performance, Wang Ziru went to a tailor shop in town to order a set of clothes, a white shirt and navy blue pants.
The trousers are of the later style with side buttons, and the shirt is also of the later style, simple and intellectual, which is extremely fashionable.
She asked the tailor shop to make it urgently and bought a new handkerchief. On the day of the performance, she finally let down her braid, revealing her long, black, velvety hair. Compared with those military wives who had their hair permed into small curls, she looked more fashionable and beautiful, stunning countless audiences.
The arts performance that day was almost coming to an end before it was the turn for the two troops to perform.
"The next program is a song called "Little Beauty" sung by the children of the Ninth Normal School Family Home. Please invite the children to come on stage to perform, and please also take your place for the organ accompaniment."
When the announcer finished announcing the program and turned around, the red velvet curtain behind him was slowly pulled open to the sides by two warriors.
A group of cute and lively children, wearing the school's Children's Day shirts and shorts, stood in two neatly arranged rows on either side of the organ.
As the pleasant and clean organ sounded, Wang Ziru played the organ and sang the opening song.
The children sang along with the accompaniment, their voices clear and loud, and the wives of soldiers and soldiers sitting in the audience applauded like thunder.
"The last program is a love song solo by the warriors of the Ninth Division. Please invite Zhao Qingrui to perform on stage."
Suddenly, music sounded in the auditorium.
Zhao Qingrui's voice has become wider after countless rehearsals, and he slowly sings a soulful love song:
"~Asking what is the most beautiful love in the world is definitely a miracle~~"
After the cultural performance, the TV station and the art troupe both greeted Wang Ziru specially and hoped to keep in touch with her.
Wang Ziru didn't explain much, just said she needed to contact him if she had anything, and then she called the office of the head of the Ninth Division.
The next day was Sunday, which was also a holiday in the factory.
Zhai Qingsong was on holiday at home that day. He pushed his bicycle to the unit early in the morning, parked his bicycle outside the sentry post, and went into the family compound to pick up Baoer and Wang Ziru.
After a while, Zhai Qingsong came out of the courtyard holding Baoer.
Afterwards, Wang Ziru took the mother and son's clothes and planned to go to the village to take a good bath.
It happened that Fu Xun was leading his child past the military gate and ran into Wang Ziru. After asking, he learned that the eldest son of the Zhai family had come specially to pick them up to go to Li Village for fun.
The mother and son had only been in Li Village for an hour or so when a jeep drove into the military outpost in a cloud of dust.
Two weeks after leaving the Ninth Division, Han Suijing came to the Ninth Division again, and his mood was different from the first time.
After returning to Kun District last night, he did not delay for a moment and drove to the Ninth Division overnight just to see his wife and children earlier.
"Hello, Chief!" A sentry at the sentry post saw that it was Han Suijing's driver and hurried out to greet him.