Chapter 310 His wife is also very obedient
The building in front of the family compound, the suite on the east side.
"Dad! Why do I suddenly feel like crying?" Baoer didn't pay attention to his parents at first. He was leisurely swinging his little feet and leaning on a rattan chair, reading a picture book.
Suddenly, I heard the music my father was playing in the study, and he appeared at the door with a sad face.
But at this moment his father had no time to care about him. The young man looked at the two of them with his clear eyes, wiped the moisture from his eyes, turned around and returned to the rattan chair.
In the small study room decorated in a simple and elegant style, Han Suijing sat behind the desk, with a Ru kiln porcelain tea set at hand, including a Lotus Xishi teapot, which was exquisite and elegant, with a thin wisp of hot steam floating in the porcelain cup.
In front of me is the music score written by my wife.
Following the music score, I tried to play a piece of music with a faint melody. Just looking at the music score, there was nothing special about it.
But when he listened to the music he played, it was so sad, melancholy, quiet and profound, as if he was looking back at the road he had walked.
One can't help but feel that one has learned a lot, but suddenly feels that one has lost even more...
Over the years, his beloved girl married someone else, causing him to lose his beloved woman, which became an unspeakable pain in his heart.
Wang Ziru leaned forward on the edge of the desk, her chin supported by her hands, looking at her husband with foolish eyes.
When the song ended, she couldn't help but sigh: "You really have a musical talent. You can sing it so smoothly in just one take."
Han Suijing grew up in a wealthy family and grew up well. He is proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting.
This piece of music was not difficult for him.
The handsome man wiped away the moisture from the corners of his eyes with his fingers, raised his eyes, and held his wife's hand. "This song has a profound artistic conception. I think anyone who hears it will cry."
"Uh," Wang Ziru opened her red lips slightly, wanting to say something, but found that she couldn't say anything.
She lowered her eyelids, forcibly suppressing the bitterness rising in her nose, sniffed, and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "This is actually about separation, separation between life and death, of course it will make people feel extremely sad."
As I said this, my vision blurred and a tear quietly welled up in the corner of my eye.
In this life, responsibility is more important to her than the love in her heart.
At this moment, she could clearly feel the emotions that had been ignited deep in her heart...
The distance between the young couple was so close that a strange atmosphere enveloped this cramped space.
"Zi Ru..." Sitting on the chair, Han Suijing stared at his wife with warm eyes. He unconsciously increased the strength of his hands, pulled her over, sat her on his lap, and hugged her into his chest.
That night, Han Suijing no longer played the newly composed piece of music.
If possible, he never wanted her to hear such sad and moving melody again.
He stayed with his wife quietly until late at night, and they fell asleep in each other's arms.
The next day, Wang Ziru woke up to the chirping of birds in the morning woods.
Without opening his eyes, he felt around, only to find that the pillow next to him was empty.
She slowly opened her eyes. The man was no longer in the room. She couldn't even hear the little guy getting up every morning.
"What happened? You slept so soundly."
I got up from the bed, lifted the thick mosquito net, and walked out of the room. I saw my son's room with the door open. I walked to the door and called inside, "Bao'er, Bao'er, are you playing in the room?"
After taking a look around, Wang Ziru found that she was the only one at home.
"Bo'er might go to the playground with his father to watch the warriors practice..."
She guessed correctly, this time was the troops' routine training period every morning.
The newly recruited soldiers have been divided into squads, all of whom ran out of the troops to cross mountains and ridges for a 10-kilometer running training.
"Dad, you have to hold on to me, or I'll fall."
On the training ground, a group of soldiers are training intensively.
After inspecting the training ground, Han Suijing took Baoer to experience the various equipment in the training ground. Finally, he came to a row of high and low hanging bars and personally took his son to join the training.
Under the golden sun, the young father held his child up with both hands, letting the child hold the horizontal bar tightly with both hands.
Han Suijing laughed softly, "Don't be afraid, Bao'er, Daddy will hold you firmly."
"After practicing all this, can we go home and have breakfast?" The boy already felt a little hungry and wanted to go home and have breakfast.
"Okay! If you do five, Dad will take you home for dinner."
Han Suijing encouraged the children patiently. This scene was particularly warm and loving in the eyes of the captains nearby.
Han Bingtuan, who is usually stern and unsmiling, can be so gentle towards his young son.
The female soldiers stood at attention, followed a deputy captain, and ran at the end of a team of a thousand people, looking back every few steps as they slowly rushed towards the military gate.
"Hey, Zhou Zijiao, look, that's Han Bingtuan's son, right?" someone couldn't help but ask.
Zhou Zijiao didn't sleep well the whole night, and his eyes were still a little red and swollen. He saw Han Suijing holding a little boy from a distance, and he felt very sad.
"Don't ask! He must be the son of Han Bingtuan. They are the only family in the entire compound that has a child." Another female soldier who had a good relationship with Zhou Zijiao said in a low voice with annoyance.
In the family compound, only Wang Ziru, a well-behaved military family member, was making breakfast at home.
After breakfast, she had to go into the village to find people to help her reclaim the wasteland.
So she decided to make omelettes in the morning.
Taking a large enamel bowl for soup, I scooped three spoonfuls of flour, beat two eggs, chopped some green onions, and mixed them with the diced cucumber.
Stir in flour and set aside.
Turning around, she picked out a potato, a few long, curved eggplants, and two emerald green peppers from the small bamboo basket, took them to the sink, washed them, and brought them back. She put the chopping board on the table and cut the potatoes into shreds and rinsed them in clean water.
Then use the poker to grill the eggplant on the stove.
I bought eggplants and peppers from a fellow villager in the village yesterday. She picked them from the fields herself. They are very fresh and tender and can be easily cooked until soft.
After roasting the eggplant and pepper, tear them into irregular strips, add some minced garlic and garlic segments, sprinkle some soy sauce and sesame oil, and mix them together.
Cook some shredded potato soup.
The father and son held hands and talked and laughed all the way back to their family compound.
After climbing to the fifth floor, Han Suijing just came out of the stairs and saw his wife standing in the corridor outside their door cooking.
A ray of orange-yellow morning light filtered through the branches in front of the family yard, casting a shadow on the light blue sweater my wife was wearing, making her look particularly gentle and kind.
"Zi Ru!" He couldn't help but call out loudly.
While frying an egg pancake, Wang Ziru raised her almond-shaped eyes and looked at the father and son who were walking back home. "Did you know that I have prepared breakfast?"
"Mom! Let me tell you, Dad took me to the training ground for training this morning." Baoer quickly broke away from his father's warm hand, happily rushed to his mother, and proudly told her what happened in the morning.
Wang Ziru held a spatula in her hand and gently touched the child's rosy face with her fingers, "Be good, go wash your hands, we're going to eat egg pancakes today."
"Yeah, yeah."
Han Suijing was already standing by the sink in the corridor, turning on the faucet and washing his hands.
A handsome face really couldn't help but look at his wife.
Seeing the child running back to wash his hands, he admired his wife's virtuous way of cooking, picked up the child and helped him rinse his hands under the faucet.
The father and son washed their hands and returned home. As soon as they entered the house, their eyes were filled with shock.
"Wow! Look, Dad, Mom made something delicious." Baoer excitedly sat on his little chair, picked up a beautiful and delicious egg pancake from the small enamel plate with chopsticks and took a bite.
Han Suijing glanced at the cold roasted eggplant and the steaming shredded potato soup on the table.
The wheat-scented pancakes were prepared by his wife for him and his son...
The wife was very considerate and put oval plates on them for the father and son respectively, and also placed chopsticks and small spoons there.
Han Suijing was not in a hurry to sit down. He picked up his chopsticks, picked up an egg pancake and ate it while walking to the door. "Zi Ru, if you make such a delicious breakfast, Bao Er and I might gain weight in this summer vacation."
"Then just gain weight. No one will like you if you're fat anyway! Those female soldiers on the playground are staring at you like an eagle watching its prey," Wang Ziru said playfully, turning her head to the side as she gently flipped the egg pancakes in the iron pan with a spatula.
“……”Han Suijing was laughing.
He's become immune to the same joke after playing it so many times.
"Baoer and I will eat first." He turned and sat down at the wooden table, and said in the words of his "violent boss" that from now on, he would never eat the meals in the army cafeteria again.
Thinking that Commander Duan would arrive at the special forces by car tomorrow at noon, he couldn't help but wonder whether he should invite the commander to his home for a simple meal tomorrow.
The father and son had never tasted such delicious egg pancakes. When Wang Ziru came in with another plate, their plates were empty.
There was only a little bit of the roasted eggplant and shredded potato soup left.
"There's more here. You two can have two more waffles." She was full after eating just one.
Wang Ziru glanced at the man's muscular body. He was also responsible for supervising the training of the warriors, and sometimes he had to go into the battlefield to demonstrate personally, so the little bit of food would definitely make him hungry soon.
"Then I'll have another egg pancake," Han Suijing took one from the enamel plate his wife was holding, and turned to ask, "Baoer, are you full?"
"When you are full, you and mom can eat."
The boy was indeed full, having eaten egg pancakes and shredded potato soup, his belly was round and plump.
Putting down his chopsticks, the young man wiped his mouth and said, "Dad, when will my uncle come to our place? Will he come with Fu Jiqiu?"
"Your uncle should arrive in Kunming tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. Why, do you want him to come to the army to see you?" Han Suijing chewed an egg cookie. He remembered that the child didn't like his uncle very much last time.
Are you thinking of your uncle again today?
Baoer blinked her clear eyes and said, "I have met my uncle. When my uncle and Pingping got married, he went to the village to attend the wedding banquet."
Han Suijing looked at his wife with warm eyes, "I heard Han Dixing say that on the day of Zonghao's wedding, he brought White Rabbit candy and mung bean cake for Baoer, but Zonghao took them all away to treat other children. Han Dixing was very upset about this."
Wang Ziru chuckled, "Don't you know about Zong Hao's gang?"
"In order to show off at Zhang Kang's house, he took Chen Pingping to Qinglong Village to show off!" After a pause, Wang Ziru sighed from the bottom of her heart, "However, Zong Hao is not that lucky. He was originally engaged to Zhu Yan and was about to get married, but he insisted on breaking off the engagement and marrying Chen Pingping."
"You may not have any impression of her, but she is the little girl of the Chen family who lives across from us. She is a lazy girl who likes to eat but never do anything. The last time we talked on the phone, my dad said Pingping is pregnant. I'm afraid she is almost the ancestor of the Wang family now."
Han Suijing did not comment on his father-in-law's family affairs, but asked: "We didn't arrange our wedding, and we didn't buy you any jewelry. Your parents didn't take any money either. Do you think we should send some money back to them?"
"Not for now! The Wang family has two pregnant women now. My parents don't need the money you sent back. They should use it on their two sons and daughters-in-law. Besides, you can't spend your money recklessly..."
Since money was mentioned, Wang Ziru smiled and said, "Call Brother Tingzhang sometime. I have something to say to him."
"What do you want to say to your elder brother?" Han Suijing's eyes paused slightly. Seeing his wife's hesitant look, he actually felt a little jealous of his elder brother.
"I just want to ask my eldest brother how much money he has saved over the years. If he is not in a hurry to get married, he can lend it to me and I can use it to do something."