Chapter 510 Mother and Son Journey to the West 4

It was Xibao’s first time riding a train. After waking up, he sat down and rubbed his eyes. He didn’t cry or make a fuss. Instead, he nimbly climbed to the end of the bed, pressed his chubby face against the glass window, and pointed outside from time to time, “Mom, Mom!”

It is now daybreak, and the outside is covered in snow, which is very magnificent.

Xibao was so surprised that she didn't even blink.

The conductor had brought them hot water long ago. Feng Qingxue prepared the milk powder and put the bottle into Xibao's arms. While holding him, she told him about the scenery outside and said with a smile, "Let's sit on the train and go find Dad."

Xibao spit out the pacifier, called "Dad", and continued to drink milk.

"Yes, let's go find Dad!"

Feng Qingxue had just finished speaking when a food truck passed by and called out, "Comrade, would you like to buy some food?"

"Buy, buy, buy!" Feng Qingxue quickly put Xibao on the bed, took out the lunch box, food coupons and money she had brought with her, and bought a bowl of hot noodles. The pork head was buried in the soup and soon became soft and the temperature was just right.

After drinking the milk powder, Xibao was not satisfied, so he crawled to her and ate a few noodles and drank two sips of soup.

Feng Qingxue carried him to the tea room to wash the baby bottles and chopsticks and lunch boxes. When she came back, she met the conductor, whose surname was Li. The conductor Li said, "I'll ask Xiao Wang to put a bucket in the compartment. It will be convenient for washing and pouring water, and it will also be convenient for the child to relieve himself. Ask her to take it out and pour it out before going to bed every night. You two should not come out if you have nothing to do."

Xiao Wang, the conductor who arranged for Feng Qingxue and her son to enter the sleeper compartment, really brought a toilet with a lid, delivered hot water at a fixed point, and the dining car passed by to say hello. Except for Feng Qingxue to go to the toilet when it was convenient, there was really no reason for her to go out.

After receiving the telegram, Lu Jiang was worried day and night.

He has not shown his emotions on his face over the past year, making it difficult for others to tell his mood, and he has become more low-key in his actions. But everyone has clearly sensed his anxiety recently, especially the soldiers under him who have been severely drilled by him over and over again.

A large group of people collapsed on the field, not caring at all about their miserable appearance.

Lying there, head to head, they started chatting.

"We'll die if we keep going on, it's too much!"

"I almost collapsed from exhaustion."

"The brigade commander is excited, right? I heard that my sister-in-law is coming with the child."

"Excited? I thought he was angry. He trained us like this. Although he was a little tired, his progress was much greater than before!"

"Who told you that? The conditions here are so bad. We are in a plateau area with a bad climate. It's a waste of time to go back and forth, and the train tickets are very expensive. Will my sister-in-law really bring the children to visit the brigade commander?"

"Han Ping said that the places in the army that can accommodate outsiders are reserved for the art troupe, so my sister-in-law will live in the brigade commander's dormitory. I heard that the bed and bedding are ready. The army also provided a kettle, towels, enamel pots and washbasins. The only thing missing is that my sister-in-law and the children can move in. I heard from Han Ping that the brigade commander's fat son is very cute and we will be able to meet him soon."

Compared with the number of people who were looking forward to the arrival of Feng Qingxue and her son, there were more soldiers who were looking forward to the arrival of the art troupe. Moreover, the art troupe arrived at the military region smoothly as they wished and stayed in the accommodation arranged in advance.

Seeing the young female arts soldiers who are as beautiful as flowers, the soldiers in the army are eager to join the fight.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Lu Jiang didn't even look at him and started counting the days on paper. The telegram sent to him had the departure date, and after careful calculation, it should be in these few days, so when Ye Zhengjun sent someone to ask him to watch the rehearsal, he was very reluctant.

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