Stepmother

    After six o'clock, Zhong Jianguo returned from the camp and was dragged to the next door by Liu Wei who suddenly appeared at the door.

    "Zhao Di is in your house?" Zhong Jianguo didn't think much, "Where is it?"

    Sister-in-law Duan came out of the room, and subconsciously stood on tiptoe to look next door, seeing that there was no one in the yard, she still whispered: "Your father and your brother are here, and they will arrive after three o'clock in the afternoon. Sitting in your living room right now."

    Zhong Jianguo frowned and took off his hat irritably: "Why are you here at this time."

    "At first I thought it was the grandfather of Dawa." Sister Duan said, "Before Dawa ran out to play, I asked Dawa and he said it was your father. Listen to Dawa's meaning, you Dad ignores Xiao Song and waits for you to come back. You have a bottom line. "

    Zhong Jianguo: "I see, auntie, I'll go back and have a look first."

    At the door of the living room, Zhong Jianguo saw Song Zhaodi and three children sitting on the east bench, and his father and Zhong Shengli sitting on the west bench. In Zhong Jianguo's mind, "the two armies confront each other, and the swords are drawn", "Dad, victory, you are here."

    One word broke the silence of the room.

    Father Zhong and Shengli Zhong looked out at the same time, and the two of them stood up in unison: "Why did you come back so late? Jianguo."

    "It's a coincidence that you are here." Song Zhaodi said, "If you came yesterday, Jianguo would not be at home, and he would be floating on the sea."

    Father Zhong turned his head and glared at Song Zhaodi: "When we talk to men, why are you a woman?!"

    "Dad, she is my daughter-in-law." Zhong Jianguo frowned slightly, very unhappy, "stepmother's cousin and cousin of victory."

    Father Zhong was very unhappy: "What stepmother? That's your mother. Jianguo, I'm here this time—"

    "Dad, I'm all covered in mud." Zhong Jianguo said, "I'll rush home as soon as the training is over. Can you let me take a shower, change my clothes, and drink some water?"

    Father Zhong's eyes were all about his younger son, and he didn't even notice that Zhong Jianguo's training uniform was covered in mud. Taking a closer look, a trace of unease flashed on Father Zhong's face: "Go wash it quickly, it'll be fine to talk later."

    "What to eat?" Song Zhaodi asked.

    Zhong Jianguo didn't even think about it: "Do whatever you want. Daddy, go help your mother make a fire."

    "Okay." Dawa turned her face and said to Erwa, "Let's go to the kitchen."

    In an instant, only the two men were left in the living room.

    Zhong Shengli tugged at Father Zhong's sleeve and whispered, "Dad, second brother doesn't welcome us, let's go back."

    "Silly boy, what do you know." Father Zhong didn't like seeing his two eldest sons before. It's unclear how young Zhong Shengli is, and Father Zhong himself knows it.

    Zhong Jianguo really greeted him with a smile, but Zhong's father felt that Zhong Jianguo hid a knife in his smile, "I am his father, what are you afraid of, sit down. I will ask your second brother to take you to the military camp tomorrow."

    There is hot water on the stove at Zhong's house. Song Zhaodi poured the hot water into the iron bucket and glanced out: "Your father is not a good person."

    "He handed it over to me, you don't have to stand up for me." Zhong Jianguo said, "I have already thought about how to deal with it."

    Song Zhaodi: "You have the bottom line, I don't bother to sing a bad face and be a villain." After a while, "I make bean noodles?"

    "What do the three of them eat?" Zhong Jianguo looked at the three sons who were sitting in a row.

    Zhong Dawa took the lead: "Dad, I can eat anything."

    "Good boy." Song Zhaodi complimented, "The white flour is mixed with a little bean noodles, the big baby and the second baby can eat it. Give the third baby an egg."

    Zhong Jianguo has no objection: "You can do it."

    Song Zhaodi made a pot of noodles, stir-fried small greens and lettuce.

    Father Zhong found that there was not a trace of meat on the table, and his frown could catch mosquitoes: "Do you usually eat this way?"

    "Don't you usually eat like this?" Zhong Jianguo asked rhetorically.

    Father Zhong choked, and after a while he couldn't help but say, "You are the head of the regiment."

    "The head of the regiment should lead by example." Zhong Jianguo said, "The head of the regiment has five pounds of meat tickets every month, and we go to buy one pound of meat every five days. If Dad wants to eat meat, wait until the fifth. I'll go and buy."

    Father Zhong opened his mouth and felt a pain in his leg. He turned his head and looked at him.

    Father Zhong shut up and eat.

    Zhong Jianguo accidentally caught a glimpse of Zhong Shengli's small movements, and seeing that his father was more honest than his son Zhong Dawa, he was stunned, buried his head in eating noodles, and pretended not to see anything.

    After dinner, Song Zhaodi washed the dishes and pots, and Zhong Jianguo bathed the three children. Later, Song Zhaodi took her three children upstairs to sleep.

    Song Zhaodi slept in a daze, feeling someone beside her, opened her eyes and saw Zhong Jianguo undressing: "Have you found the key to the guest room?"

     "Found the spare key." Zhong Jianguo lay down and said.

    Song Zhaodi was delighted, and turned to look at him: "You are still so vigilant in your own home, Captain Zhong, are you tired?"

    "I'm not tired." Zhong Jianguo glanced at her with a smile, "Take that gentleman to the camp early tomorrow morning, I guess if you don't leave the day after tomorrow, you will leave the day after tomorrow."

    Song Zhaodi sat up: "Don't mess around."

     "Don't worry, this is the place to train new recruits." Zhong Jianguo said, "You sometimes see soldiers training from the side of the training area, and there is a place specially designated for training new recruits."

    Song Zhaodi was relieved and couldn't help but exhort: "It's not worth breaking discipline for your father and your brother."

    "Sleep, sleep." Zhong Jianguo patted her shoulder, "Not for myself, but for you, I won't mess around."

    The next morning, Zhong Jianguo took his dad and Zhong Shengli to the training area.

    The sun has risen high, and the outdoor temperature is twenty-five or six degrees. Zhong Fu and Zhong Shengli walked to the training area and wanted to sweat faintly. Father Zhong asked, "Jianguo, where can I rest?"

    Zhong Jianguo twitched the corners of his mouth: "If you're tired, just sit on the floor, there's no place to rest. When you eat at noon, you can rest in the cafeteria for half an hour." After a while, "Dad, you want to Let Victory go to the cooking class, or go to another company?"

    Father Zhong was stunned, but he did not expect Zhong Jianguo to suddenly ask: "Of course, where is the best place to go, do you need to ask?"

    Zhong Jianguo smiled, "Dad, the army is not a place for happiness. Except for the soldiers standing guard, everyone in the army has to participate in training, including me.

    "Among them, the cooking class is the easiest, but the soldiers in the cooking class also have to train every afternoon. Once Victory joins the army, if he is lazy and doesn't train, even if he is my younger brother, he will be beaten back to his hometown." After a pause, "I'm not saying this to scare you. Victory has suffered so much, and I will never stop him from joining the army."

    "With such a large military camp, there is no office work?" Father Zhong didn't believe it.

    Zhong Jianguo nodded. When Father Zhong was happy, he heard Zhong Jianguo say, "Commander, the political commissar can sit in the office every day and not come out."

    Father Zhong choked.

    Zhong Jianguo was too lazy to talk nonsense with his father, and pointed to a team of people getting closer and closer: "Victory, those are the recruits selected last year, you warm up with them and experience the experience first."

    Zhong Shengli subconsciously looked at his dad.

    Zhong Jianguo: "I'm just a regiment commander, and I don't have the final say in the army. After you join the army, even if I want to protect you, the commander and division commander will not agree." Pause, "I want to be a soldier I don’t want to participate in training, it’s not realistic at all, I advise you not to think about it.”

    "Victory, go and run with them." Father Zhong pushed his younger son.

    Zhong Jianguo waved at the company commander who led the team, and without saying much, he pointed at Shengli and said that he was a relative's child and wanted to experience military life.

    Zhong Shengli looks like Zhao Yin, Danfeng eyes, long face, and only three points like Zhong Jianguo. Because Zhong Jianguo was black and red, and Zhong Shengli was white like steamed bread with white noodles, the skin color difference between the two was so great that the three-point image became one point. So that the company commander who led the training really thought it was a relative of Zhong Jianguo. He patted Zhong Shengli on the shoulder and told Zhong Shengli to follow him.

    Father Zhong watched his son finish a lap without falling behind, and was not too tired. He was very satisfied: "Jian Guo, your brother is not bad."

    "Ten laps." Zhong Jianguo said with a blank face, "After running the body to heat up, the formal training begins."

    Father Zhong is dumb.

    Zhong Jianguo: "Don't think I lied to you. Look behind you, there is a team of people training behind."

    Father Zhong turned around, not only behind, but also on the left and right.

    Zhong Jianguo turned his head and glanced at him. Seeing his face changing, he sneered in his heart.

    Fifteen minutes later, Zhong Shengli leaned on his waist and came over panting. However, he only ran four laps.

    Father Zhong looked distressed, and said quickly, "Sit down and rest."

    "Don't sit down, walk slowly for a while, or your legs will hurt tomorrow." Zhong Jianguo reminded.

    Zhong Seungri froze.

    Father Zhong looked at Zhong Jianguo, and then at the sweaty young son, he was suspicious: "Then, let's go first, Dad will support you."

    Zhong Jianguo sneered and turned to look elsewhere. Three or five minutes later, Zhong Jianguo turned his head to point to a shady place and said to his father, "Let's sit over there and see how the new recruits train."

    Father Zhong does not believe in Zhong Jianguo.

    Zhong Jianguo said he was the head of the regiment, and Father Zhong felt that there were only seven or eight hundred people under Zhong Jianguo. Seeing that there are thousands of soldiers around, it is impossible for so many people to accompany Zhong Jianguo to show his grandfather, so I listened to Zhong Jianguo and sat down to watch the soldiers training.

    Father Zhong watched and listened to all directions. After half an hour, he had to admit that Zhong Jianguo did not lie to him, and the weakest training was the recruits.

    Zhong Jianguo watched his grandfather go silent, inexplicably disappointed: "I have a meeting later, you all go back the same way. Don't run around, or you will be caught as a spy."

    Father Zhong could see the sentry holding a gun at a glance, he was so cowardly that Zhao Yin did not dare to resist, Zhong Jianguo did not remind him, and Father Zhong did not dare to intrude. But Father Zhong didn't listen to Zhong Jianguo's words and went back honestly, but asked the fishermen on the island to inquire about things in the army.

    After eleven o'clock, Song Zhaodi was going to cook, but she didn't see Father Zhong and Zhong Shengli coming back, so she couldn't help worrying: "Big baby, go to grandma's house next door, ask grandma to call your father and ask Ask where your grandfather and your uncle went."

    "Lost?" Zhong Dawa asked.

    Song Zhaodi: "I'm afraid they will cause trouble for your father."

    "Cause trouble?" Zhong Dawa said, "Then catch them, um, throw them into the sea to feed the big fish."