The Sweet Wife of the Seventies

Even though Su Rumei objected no matter how much, and even cried for mercy in the end, Meng Qinghao still embarked on his journey of teaching.

Before leaving, he had quietly returned to the military compound.

This place where he grew up.

He saw Mr. Su, the grandfather he had called for more than 20 years.

As before, the old man would exercise in the middle of the yard when he got up in the morning.

Meng Qinghao saw Gu Lingling come out, as if to bring water to the old man. They didn't know what they were talking about, and the old man laughed.

He had never seen old man Su laugh like this before.

Grandpa looks better and energetic than before.

Meng Qinghao said to himself in his heart.

Don't know why, Gu Lingling seemed to have an induction to look in the direction of Meng Qinghao, and Meng Qinghao quickly hid behind the back of the tree.

"Ling Ling, what are you looking at?" Su Changsheng asked as he wiped his sweat.

"Nothing." Gu Lingling shook her head.

Just now, I always felt that someone was secretly looking at them, but when she looked over, there was no one.

"Go back." Su Changsheng patted Gu Lingling on the shoulder, "grandpa goes out to take a detour and will be back in a moment."

Gu Lingling wanted to follow, but Su Changsheng stopped her, "go back."

Meng Qinghao drooped his head and ran away. Suddenly, someone patted him on the back. He looked back and saw Su Changsheng looking at him.

"Ye... Hello." I originally wanted to call him Grandpa, but when I thought of those things, my Grandpa couldn't say it.

"Why don't you go in when you come?" Suchangsheng asked.

"No more." Meng Qinghao bowed his head and smiled, "just look at you."

It's just embarrassing to go in.

"What are your plans in the future? I heard that you resigned from the school?" Su Changsheng said with his hands behind his back, "if you have any difficulties, you can tell me."

Meng Qinghao grew up watching him grow up. This child is different from his mother and Memphis.

"Yes." Meng Qinghao said, "I'm going to teach. If possible, I won't come back."

A good university professor, a very promising young man, but now he has become like this. What a sin.

"Work hard." Suchangsheng sighed.

"Well, I think it's good. I've been there before, and the children need me very much." Meng Qinghao said.

Whether it's atonement or anything.

Su Changsheng said nothing more, sighed and waved to Meng Qinghao.

"Grandpa." Meng Qinghao stopped him.

"Can I call you grandpa again?" He looked forward to Su Changsheng.

"Of course." Suchangsheng nodded.

"Grandpa, take care of yourself." Meng Qinghao pursed his lips. "In the future... I will be fine. My grandson can't come to see you often, but he will always bless you."

"Everything is fine." Su Changsheng waved at him, "you're fine, too."

When I turned my back, I secretly wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes.

Meng Qinghao hurried away with a few big strides. When Su Changsheng could no longer see him at the corner, he squatted behind the tree and cried.

I haven't cried for years.

Cry again, Meng Qinghao.

In the future, you will bear greater responsibility on your shoulders.

Goodbye, Grandpa.

Goodbye, military compound.

Goodbye, Kyoto.