He quickly cleared the remaining rice from the bowl and stood up: "Uncle Grandpa, Auntie, I'm done eating too. I'm going back to the house."
Feng Juan smiled at her, her tone gentle: "Tu, go back."
Qin Chang nodded and turned to walk towards the stairs.
He walked up a few steps, then stepped back, walked in front of Feng Juan, lowered his head, and said in a very low voice: "Aunt, please don't quarrel with Uncle because of me. I don't want to affect you. I don't actually plan to study in the capital. I want to join the army. Please, please help me persuade my uncle."
After saying that, Qin Chang didn't dare to look at Feng Juan and Qin Lin's reactions, and ran up the stairs at a trot.
"Did you hear what the child said? The child told you not to quarrel with me." Qin Lin glanced at Feng Juan angrily and said, "You are already old, but you don't have the slightest tolerance. You are not worthy of being laughed at by the child."
Qin Lin's words were truly harsh, and Feng Juan suddenly felt a surge of anger. She turned around and glared at him irritably, "You still want to argue, don't you?"
"How could I..." Qin Lin felt a little regretful. He didn't mean to ridicule Feng Juan, but decades of habits were too difficult to change in a short time, and all he said were unpleasant words.
He quickly apologized: "I was wrong, I was wrong, okay. Let's get over it."
"You're wrong." Feng Juan snorted and said, "When your daughter talks to you, you argue with her. When I talk to you, you argue with me. Anyway, as long as what we say is not to your liking, you will quarrel with us."
"..." Qin Lin was speechless for a moment: "That's not it, that's not just a disagreement, it can't be considered a quarrel."
"That's nonsense." Feng Juan turned her head away, not wanting to pay attention to him.
Qin Lin sighed, "Xiaojuan, please don't be angry with me. I'm really in a difficult situation right now. Qin Chang is determined to join the army, and his grandmother won't agree. What do you think, should I help him? Or not?"
"Don't ask me," Feng Juan said. "If you don't listen even if I ask, it's pointless to tell me."
Qin Lin: "You tell me first."
Feng Juan said, "If you ask me, I'd definitely say let him join the army. He's not cut out for studying, and forcing him to study won't make him any good. It's better for him to join the army and give it a try."
Qin Lin sighed, "You don't understand. It's not easy to get ahead as a soldier. In the army, every soldier with a good reputation is covered in wounds."
Feng Juan: "But everyone went through this. Qin Zheng was Qin Chang's current age when he joined the army. You weren't as reluctant back then as you are now."
"It's different," Qin Lin said. "Qin Zheng is my own son. I accept whatever happens to him. But Qin Chang is different. If anything happens to him on the battlefield, how will I explain it to my sister?"
"If it's so difficult, then don't agree to it." Feng Juan rolled her eyes, and her next words were tinged with sarcasm: "Your sister's opinion is the highest instruction. The child's own opinion is irrelevant."
“…”
Qin Lin was helpless: "Look at you, you're like this again. Can you please tell me?"
"You refuted everything I wanted to say. How can I possibly say anything?" Feng Juan said impatiently. "No matter what you think, I support Qin Chang. It's rare for a child to have his own ideas and opinions. As elders, we should support him."
Qin Lin was silent for a moment, then finally nodded: "Okay, okay, let me think about it. Let me think about it."
***
He Tingjun came back around 11 o'clock in the evening. As soon as he entered the house, he was surprised to find that the lights in the living room were still on.
When I entered the house, I was even more surprised to find that the person sitting on the sofa in the living room was Qin Lin.
"Dad." He Tingjun greeted Qin Lin politely: "It's so late, why are you still awake?"
"There's something I can't figure out." Qin Lin waved at him and said, "You're just in time. Let's have a chat."
He Tingjun was a little confused, not knowing why his father-in-law Tu Duanduan suddenly thought of talking to him, but he nodded as he was told and walked towards him: "Tu."
He sat down on the single sofa opposite Qin Lin and asked softly, "What do you want to talk to me about?"
"Just chatting." Qin Lin smiled and said, "First, tell me how you came up with the idea of joining the army."
He Tingjun said "Oh", thinking that it seemed quite casual to start with such an old topic, so he told his original idea.
It's just that I was born in a military family and have had a military dream since I was a child. There's nothing special to say.
Later, Qin Lin asked him whether he had ever considered the possibility of casualties in war when he joined the army, and whether he had ever been afraid.
The question made He Tingjun even more confused. He thought, what happened at home? Why is my father-in-law acting so strangely today?
Although he felt strange, He Tingjun still answered honestly.
"Of course I'm afraid. Everyone is afraid of death. But when the country is facing a life-or-death situation, someone has to step forward. That person could be someone else, or of course, me."
"Wasn't that the same thing you did back then?"
"Even though he knew that fighting would result in casualties, he still resolutely packed his bags and followed the troops out of his hometown."
"The war in your time was far more brutal than it is now."
"You didn't flinch in that desperate situation, let alone us now."
"You actually have your own answer in your heart, don't you?"
He Tingjun's words made Qin Lin silent for a long time.
That night, the lights in the living room were on for a long time.
The next day, Yun Qiao got up and came out of the room, and saw Qin Lin sitting in the living room reading a newspaper.
She pretended not to see it and walked past him to the kitchen, but was stopped by him when she passed the sofa.
"Yun Qiao."
Once called, you can no longer stay out of sight of your parents.
Yun Qiao stopped and said, "Good morning, Dad."
She lowered her head and didn't look at Qin Lin, and her tone was perfunctory.
Qin Lin didn't mind. He patted the sofa next to him and said, "Come and sit down. Daddy has something to say to you."
"You say." Yun Qiao sat down slowly, like an elementary school student, and placed his hands flat on his knees.
Qin Lin found it difficult to speak, but he finally broke through his discomfort and said, "Yesterday...yesterday it was Dad who was rude, you...you..."
"!" Yun Qiao looked up at Qin Lin in shock. Her eyes widened in disbelief. "Are you apologizing to me?"
No way? Her dad actually apologized?!
A person as stinky and hard as a stone in a toilet, stubborn and inflexible, actually apologized? ! !
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