An Hua stayed at the courtyard house for one night and went to the provincial capital the next day.
With old and young people at home, she dare not go out for too long.
After she left, she immediately took the child in her arms and asked Yang Tao, "Didn't you cry at night? Did you look for your mother?"
Yang Taoyu: "He cried, but he calmed down quickly. Our little Yu'er is very easy to comfort. I found one of your clothes for him, and he immediately fell asleep in my arms without crying or making a fuss."
"You are quite resourceful!"
Yang Tao smiled naively.
An Hua kissed her son's little face. The little guy cried out "ah ah" twice, danced with joy, and then struggled to get off the ground.
The little guy is already learning to walk. He wants to get down from the ground after an adult holds him for a short time. He is full of energy.
An Hua obeyed him and put him down. He immediately took a step with his short legs, but he fell after only a few steps. An Hua followed behind to protect him, ready to catch him at any time.
Xiao Zheng came and saw this heartwarming scene, and smiled, "Are you here? How is Shi Xiaojun?"
An Hua explained the general situation and sighed, "When the army notified his family, he had already passed the most dangerous time. Although it was said lightly, he was shot with six bullets. Just thinking about it makes me feel dangerous. In addition, his nerves were also damaged. It will take a long time of care to recover."
Xiao Zheng sighed: "Shi Xiaojun is a real man. I heard that he performed very well in this battle. He was brave and resourceful and made many contributions."
Xiao Zheng never thought that one day he would describe Shi Xiaojun as "brave and resourceful". He smiled and said, "People say that you can tell a person's future from the age of three. Why can't this be said for Shi Xiaojun?"
An Huayu: "I wasn't bad when I was a kid, just a little naughty and childish, but people grow up."
"That's right. When you meet someone after three days, you should look at him with new eyes." Xiao Zheng sighed, turned his head and saw Yang Tao looking at him.
"What's wrong?"
Yang Tao admired Di Yu: "Uncle Xiao, you speak so cultured."
"Really?" Xiao Zheng raised his eyebrows.
Yang Tao nodded seriously, "Yes!"
Xiao Zheng laughed out loud; this was the first time he was praised for being cultured.
Yang Tao didn't understand why Uncle Xiao was laughing so happily and scratched his head.
Xiao Yuer was in An Hua's arms. When he saw his father laughing, he also laughed.
The atmosphere is cheerful.
In the blink of an eye, the New Year passed and we entered 1980.
That day, An Hua came home from get off work and saw someone moving things into the house. Xiao Zheng was standing by and giving orders.
An Hua's eyes lit up and she quickly ran into the house.
"Where did this piano come from?"
"You're here?" Xiao Zheng smiled, feeling particularly satisfied by his wife's surprised look.
"Tell me, where did the piano come from?" An Hua looked at Xiao Zheng curiously and excitedly.
Xiao Zheng directed the movers to put the piano in the designated location. After the movers left, he answered, "I bought it, but..." Xiao Zheng felt a little embarrassed, "It's not a Steinway, it's made in China. I asked someone and they said Steinway will come from Honggang. It doesn't matter, but the main thing is... hey, it's too expensive."
"Do you know how expensive it is, wife?" Xiao Zheng asked in disbelief, "Hundreds of thousands! Hundreds of thousands! We don't even have 10,000 yuan in savings."
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