Finally, before six o'clock, Lin Ying took Zhao Qinghua to the train station.
There were two tigers on the bus, so Lin Ying didn't dare get off to see Zhao Qinghuai off at the station. She could only watch him leave. She then added water to the bus and continued on her way back.
With Zhao Qinghuai gone, Lin Ying simply tossed Er Ya to the back. With Huwa and Niu Niu there, Er Ya wouldn't fall.
Er Ya, who was initially a little confused, found herself incredibly happy in front of the two big cats.
She especially liked these two big cats because they didn't like to eat fish.
It hadn't snowed when we arrived, but it started snowing when we left, and the snow got heavier and heavier on our way back from the city to the town.
After that, some people couldn't even see the road outside.
Lin Ying could only walk forward slowly.
The heating is on full blast.
There are streetlights on the road from the city to the town, and a few pedestrians, but the road from the town to the family compound is mostly in the wilderness.
Perhaps it was because the two children were asleep and no one was making noise.
Apart from the sounds coming from the two tigers' throats, the only other sound was the rolling of the blower outside.
So much so that the howling of wolves from afar sounded very clear.
Fortunately, no one came to her side.
Lin Ying dared not stop. Her car operated on gears, and it was sure to be soaked with snow. If she stopped, the gears would freeze, and she might really be unable to move.
Finally, before 8 p.m., Lin Ying returned home.
The moment the car stopped, the two tigers jumped off.
Judging from their tongues sticking out, they were clearly feeling the heat.
Lin Ying locked the outer door, then opened the shed gate and drove the car inside. She turned off the engine, drained the water from the car, went back to the room, turned on the yard lights, and then turned on the lights in her room before coming out to hold the child.
After a busy day, Lin Ying finally had time to take a shower and go to bed.
Since Zhao Qinghuai wasn't there, Lin Ying sent the gifts for her grandfather and Master Amu directly to Guard Xin, asking Commander Lu to help deliver them.
However, the interest rate is a bit high, so we need to prepare an extra one for Commander Lu each time, and of course, we can't skimp on Guard Xin's as well.
Zhao Qinghuai did not return until the end of the third year of junior high school.
Lin Ying began to worry about him.
Lin Ying was naturally very saddened by her old commander's passing, because she knew that he had dedicated his entire life to the country, only to end up in a tragic old age.
However, now is the height of the storm, and if Zhao Qinghuai rushes in and plunges headlong into it, he may very well be mistaken for an accomplice.
She didn't know where he was, nor did she have a phone to contact him.
Just as Lin Ying was getting worried, she suddenly heard a noise outside the door and rushed out to see what was going on.
Then they saw that Zhao Qinghuai had already arrived at the door.
Lin Ying's worries finally subsided: "You're back? So..."
Before Lin Ying could finish speaking, she saw Zhao Qinghuai walk in, followed by a little boy who looked to be five or six years old.
Lin Ying's smile froze instantly: "This, this is?"
Zhao Qinghuai said to the boy, "Come in, this is your aunt. You should call her aunt from now on."
The boy glanced at Lin Ying but didn't say anything.
Lin Ying's eyes narrowed, and she chuckled dryly, "Hehe, let's go inside first, it's quite cold outside. Um, I need to say a few words to your uncle."
As she spoke, Lin Ying picked up her clothes and put them on.
Then he walked up to Zhao Qinghuai, gave him a cold look, and gestured for him to come out.
Zhao Qinghuai touched his nose guiltily, but still said to the boy next to him, "It's okay, your aunt is a very nice person. Didn't I tell you on the way? Don't worry, you go inside first. Your younger brother and sister are inside. Help your uncle watch the kids for a while, so they don't get hurt. That girl is a bit naughty."
The boy remained silent, but obediently walked inside.
Zhao Qinghuai swallowed hard and walked guiltily towards the door.
Lin Ying, worried that the child might have overheard something, came to the corner of the wall specifically to ask, "What's going on here?"
Zhao Qinghuai sighed and told the truth: "When I arrived, the old commander had already been buried. I heard from the other people in the cowshed who were sent down to the countryside with me that the child seemed to have been traumatized by his grandfather's death. He hasn't spoken since that day. Not only does he not communicate with anyone, but he doesn't even know how to eat unless they are watching him."
Those people are barely able to protect themselves; they have no way of looking after this child.
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