Chapter 314 Saying Nice Things
After agreeing on a time to visit the Military and Political Affairs Office with Old Master Zhou, Lou Fengju took his leave.
Before leaving, he called out to the inner room, "Mao Mao, it's time to go home."
"oh!"
A tender, childlike voice came from the inner room: "Brother, I'm here!"
Soon, Mao Mao and her mother walked out together, holding Grandma Zhou's hand.
Just now, while my brother was talking to Grandpa Zhou, Mao Mao ran to the inner room to find her mother and talk to the frightened Grandma Zhou.
After a long pause, Mrs. Zhou's face remained pale. She had faced a vicious thug at home and nearly lost her life. It was remarkable that she hadn't fainted from such a scare.
As Mao Mao accompanied the person out, her little voice said solicitously, "Grandma, you rest well at home. Mao Mao will come and play with you again next time."
"Okay, okay." Mrs. Zhou patted her little head: "Next time you come, Grandma will cook you something delicious. I'll cook the best food from my hometown, which you can't find in Haicheng."
Mao Mao's eyes lit up instantly, and she responded loudly, "Okay!"
Zhou Shaoyan: "..."
Zhou Shaoyan stared at her.
How come he's gotten so close to his wife in such a short time?
Mao Mao ran off to find her brother, and as she passed him, she obediently greeted him, "Grandpa, bye-bye."
Grandpa Zhou nodded: "Yes."
Mao Mao said earnestly, "Grandpa, I'm going to kindergarten tomorrow. I'll come to play with you again next week when I have a holiday."
Grandpa Zhou: "...Hmm."
strangeness.
Did they agree on this beforehand?
Grandpa Zhou stared at her silently.
Shen Zhaolin was originally going to buy a gift for his niece, but due to such a big incident, he had to change his plans and stay to help his teacher and his wife clean up the mess at home.
He was still a little worried and suggested, "Teacher, why don't you move to my house? At least it's safer than here."
Zhou Shaoyan waved his hand: "The people are all dead, there's not that much danger."
"but……"
"Worrying about this and that? My old bones aren't that fragile. Besides, the young marshal has left me some men." Zhou Shaoyan: "Go to your house? Aren't you afraid I'll lead them there?"
Shen Zhaolin smiled and said, "My father knows you too, so he will definitely agree."
Mao Mao sat in the car, the window rolled down, revealing her round little face.
Mao Mao waved happily to Grandpa Zhou, Grandma Zhou, and Uncle Shen: "Grandma, I'll tell you Mao Mao's story next time."
Mrs. Zhou smiled and nodded: "Okay."
"Maomao?" Zhou Shaoyan: "What 'Maomao'?"
Mao Mao's eyes widened immediately, and she looked at him with disbelief: "Grandpa, you haven't read Mao Mao's story?"
Zhou Shaoyan: "..."
Is it a famous story?
Shen Zhaolin coughed and suppressed a laugh, saying, "It's a fairy tale written by one of my students, and it's been very popular in Haicheng recently."
Zhou Shaoyan: "A fairy tale?"
As Mao Mao's most loyal little reader, Mao Mao immediately became anxious.
How could anyone not have seen Maomao!
"Grandpa, wait for me at home, I'll be back in a bit."
As she spoke, she hurriedly turned back to find her brother: "Brother, brother, go to the bookstore, Mao Mao wants to buy books."
Lou Fengju readily agreed: "Okay, okay, okay."
Mao Mao hurriedly left.
A short while later, she returned in a car, rushing back.
I brought Grandpa Zhou a storybook about Mao Mao.
Mao Mao earnestly urged, "Grandpa, you must watch it! Mao Mao's stories are really interesting."
Zhou Shaoyan: "...Hmm."
Mao Mao: "Next time I come to see you, you have to tell me about it!"
Old Master Zhou: "..."
He had taught so many students, but this was the first time anyone had assigned him homework.
Mao Mao left again.
Grandpa Zhou was left looking at the round-headed little boy on the book cover in his hand: "Mao Mao?"
He looked at the author's name again: "...Lou Yansui?"
Shen Zhaolin smiled and said, "Actually, the author of this book is Mao Mao's older brother."
Zhou Shaoyan frowned: "Lou Wenshan's son can write fairy tales?"
“This book is indeed well written, teacher. You can take a look.” Shen Zhaolin paused, then added, “My student can also be considered your grand-disciple.”
Zhou Shaoyan glanced at him and pushed away his outstretched hand that was trying to help her: "Let go, I'm not that old yet."
The two turned and walked back.
"Teacher, are you really sure you want to work in the military and political department?"
"I just said I'd go listen to what Lou Wenshan thinks and what he'll do; I haven't agreed yet."
Shen Zhaolin nodded.
To keep pace with Grandpa Zhou, the two walked very slowly.
Old Master Zhou, with his hands behind his back and a book tucked under his arm, said, "What? Weren't you planning to be a mediator for them? Now you're silent?"
Shen Zhaolin smiled and said, "If you haven't made up your mind by the time you come back from the Military and Political Affairs Department, it's not too late for me to come and persuade you then. Anyway, your home is right here, and your teacher's wife won't kick me out. I can talk for as long as I want."
Zhou Shaoyan: "..."
As if remembering something, Shen Zhaolin added, "However, Commander Lou is not a bad person."
Zhou Shaoyan: "What do you mean?"
Shen Zhaolin: "I used to publish articles in newspapers frequently, and he never shut up. He would even listen to my opinions and make corrections. He was indeed radical in his actions and his methods were somewhat brutal, but he also had the people of Haicheng in mind."
Zhou Shaoyan's brows relaxed slightly, and he nodded gently: "Mm."
Shen Zhaolin then said, "If you see Commander Lou, could you put in a good word for me?"
Grandpa Zhou: "Hmm?"
Shen Zhaolin looked troubled: "I want to recognize Mao Mao as my goddaughter, but the Marshal has always disagreed and won't allow me to enter the Marshal's Mansion. He's afraid he's prejudiced against me."
Old Master Zhou: "..."
...
A few days later, Zhou Shaoyan was invited to the Military and Political Department as promised, where he sat down and talked with Commander Lou for a long time.
That night, as soon as Lou Dashuai got home, he took off his coat and went looking for Mao Mao everywhere.
"Where's Mao Mao? Where's Mao Mao?" Lou Dashuai searched everywhere for her: "Mao Mao, Daddy's back!"
Mao Mao was helping her brother with his homework when her fluffy little head popped out of the small room and called out, "Daddy!"
"Why!"
Lou Dashuai's dignified face broke into a wide smile. He strode over, lifted her high in the air, spun her around several times, and then pulled her into his arms, nuzzling her soft cheeks with his rough beard.
"Mao Mao, you've really been a great help to your father!" Lou Dashuai gave her a big kiss on her little face, making her face look distorted, as if he wanted to express his gratitude through his actions.
"Mao Mao, Daddy's good daughter!"
Mao Mao felt itchy from the rubbing of his beard and giggled as she pushed his face away, saying, "Daddy, it itches."
The commotion drew the attention of others, who came out to ask, "What's going on? Is there some good news again?"
Lou Dashuai laughed loudly: "Zhou Shaoyan, he agreed!"
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