Looking at the new home, Zhang Shidong felt a dazed feeling. The popular three-bedroom apartment today, with large living room with floor-to-ceiling windows, and hanging on the sofa in the living room is an enlarged photo. Photos of the family of four, the strong and majestic father Zhang Jun, the intellectual mother Kong Mei, the unruly son Zhang Shidong, and the cute and sweet daughter Zhang Yiqing.

"Xiaodong, change your shoes quickly."

"Xiaoqing, your brother smokes and then take out the ashtray and your dad's good cigarette."

"Xiaodong, come and see your room."

"What does my son want to eat at night, mom will make it for you."

"You have to call your dad quickly. He will be very happy to hear that you are back."

Looking at the decorations in the room as they were in the past, the colors they once liked, Zhang Shidong blinked quickly to block the wetness in his eyes. In the past six years, he has recalled his parents' disappointed and almost desperate eyes countless times. If he had not received the gift from God, could he persevere? Maybe he had been a deserter and continued to disappoint his parents?

"Go and take a shower. It's so hot. This is a change of clothes. You have grown a lot taller, and these are all your father's."

He was pushed into the bathroom and listened to his mother's low voice outside the door scolding her sister for making her feel more enthusiastic about her. When the cold water poured down from the spray head, Zhang Shidong no longer suppressed the moisture in his eyes. No wonder they all said that home is your ever-warming harbor.

Perhaps it was Kong Mei's words that worked, or perhaps it was Zhang Yiqing who was a cheerful and lively girl. Soon, Zhang Yiqing's slightly excited shout came from outside: "Brother, 4S, you are really willing to attack yourself. Buy such an expensive mobile phone. Hey, you didn't download any entertainment function, you were wasting it."

Wipe your body with a towel. The water used by the family was not cool enough. Looking at the short-sleeved pajamas prepared by his mother, Zhang Shidong shook his head, put on his long-sleeved T-shirt and military green pants again, and used a mop in the bathroom to clean up the traces left after taking a shower.

Pushing open the bathroom door, a tough face that I never erased in my memory appeared at the door, and my police uniform was so straight.

"dad!"

"Hey, Xiaodong is back, okay, black and strong, his hair is good, clean, and he looks like a soldier, okay!" Zhang Jun handed Kong Mei the vegetables and fruits in his hand, looking up and down his son, and said six good words in a row. In Zhang Shidong's memory, the praises his father had given him since he was a child were not as heavy as these six good words.

Father's love is very light, and father's love is very heavy.

"Is it a vacation when I'm back this time?" Sitting on the sofa, seeing Zhang Shidong subconsciously touching cigarettes, Zhang Jun was stunned for a moment and then took the initiative to take out a box of Furong King from under the coffee table and handed it to his son.

Zhang Shidong used a lighter to light his father. This was the first time that his father handed his son a cigarette, and his son lighted his cigarette for his father. He was one of the few fathers and sons sat together calmly.

"I'm discharged from the army, and I won't leave when I come back this time."

"Oh, it's good to be discharged from the army. I've been in the army for six years, good!" Kong Mei, who put vegetables and fruits in the kitchen, saw that her son was still wearing the clothes he came back, and said with concern: "Why, your father's clothes don't fit? Let's deal with them first, and buy them for you later. Why are you wearing long-sleeved clothes on hot days? How hot is it? Come and change them, and mom wash them for you."

As Kong Mei said that, she pulled Zhang Shidong's clothes. When she returned home, she was not prepared for her relatives and his sleeves were pulled a little distance away. A small piece of scar on her wrist was taken into his eyes by Zhang Jun.

"Mom, no need, I have clothes."

Kong Mei also wanted to insist that her husband was stopped with her eyes, so she only had to take out the prepared pajamas in the bathroom and wanted to clean up the floor. She was stunned when she saw the clean and tidy bathroom and smiled knowingly.

Zhang Jun was born in a military service and also worked as a scout. He asked with a sharp look with a hint of excitement: "Penguining?"

Zhang Shidong nodded: "XM8, only a little skin was broken."

Zhang Jun: "Foreign Army?"

Zhang Shidong gave a thumbs up and praised his father for his professional judgment after years of leaving the army.

Zhang Jun laughed and patted his son's shoulder: "Okay, okay, okay, Xiaomei, make some dishes that his son likes to eat. I want to have a few drinks with my son to celebrate his return for serving the country." Obviously, Zhang Jun thought wrongly, thinking that his son was injured and retired from the army. A faint sadness appeared in his eyes. After this sadness, there was a guilt buried deep in his heart.

Zhang Yiqing, who was fiddling with her iPhone, heard the conversation between her father and her brother vaguely, and came over and asked, "Dad, what foreign army are you?"

Zhang Jun waved his hand: "Go, what do you know, look at what you look like in your outfit, learn more from your brother."

Zhang Yiqing rolled her eyes, ignored her father's reprimand, and shook the cell phone in her hand. Her parents said that my brother was good, but the diaphragm in her heart disappeared. She said to Zhang Shidong with a little coquettish look: "Brother, you don't know how to use it, what if you change it to me? Look at a phone number in your phone, there is no text message. My mother said that I bought it for me when I went to college, but now I don't keep my word."

Zhang Shidong took the sack he was carrying, opened it and took out an exquisite box from it: "I thought you would like this 5 that was not available."

"Ah!" Zhang Yiqing threw Zhang Shidong's phone at him, grabbed the box and took out a more exquisite phone, and started to play happily: "Wow, it's so multi-functional, it's impossible. How did you get it before it was launched? No, the memory is not right..."

Zhang Shidong continued to take out something from the worn sack and raised his hand to his mother who was busy in the kitchen and was looking over from time to time: "Mom, this is a gift for you."

Kong Mei didn't care about cooking, and went to the room to show her to the family. She fitted and comfortable. Zhang Yiqing, who was busy fiddling with the new "toys", did not come. Otherwise, she would slander Zhang Shidong to bring clothes without brand to her mother. She didn't know that this clothes were hand-cut by the most expensive private garment maker in the UK, and it was not measured by money.

Originally, Zhang Shidong felt that the gift he gave to his father would not be effective. When he saw him, he could accurately judge based on just a little gunshot wound left by the broken skin. I think he could clearly understand the value of this gift.

A box as big as a palm was handed to Zhang Jun: "Dad."

Zhang Jun opened the box and looked at more than a dozen military medals of different sizes. He only recognized two of them, including the personal special merit and the first-class military medal. His eyes were so excited that all the pressures he had at work these days were dissipated. With his son like this, what else could he expect? Zhang Jun was still clear that this was almost impossible for personal special merit to be issued in peaceful times. The more he did, the more excited he was.

Zhang Shidong watched his father spinning on the ground, muttering to put it in the display cabinet in the living room, and muttering to put it on the bedside, and no longer had the majestic state in his memory. Looking closely, six years ago, his father, who was less than fifty years old, had white hair on his temples. He couldn't bear to disturb his excitement, so he took out an old nylon rope bag from the sack, placed several bottles of wine and cigarettes on the coffee table, took out a shabby military briefcase and placed it on the coffee table, took out the things inside and placed them on the coffee table in turn, stood up and walked into the open kitchen to take over his mother's cutting work.

In the family, Zhang Jun was still struggling with how to place these honors that were happier than he got. Kong Mei went to the room to replace her son's gift, while Zhang Yiqing was struggling with the powerful performance of this machine that had not yet been launched in China.

"Xiaodong, go and do it quickly, you don't need you." As soon as Kong Mei walked out of the room, she saw her son busy in the kitchen. She hurried over and waited until she saw her son's knife skills comparable to a machine, and she didn't say anything later.

"I'll do it, mom."

Kong Mei's eyes were wet and she nodded: "Hey, then mom will try her son's skills today."

"Wow, mom and mom, come and see it, it's so much money."

Zhang Yiqing, who was fiddling with her phone on the sofa, saw the last passbook Zhang Shidong took out. When she opened it, she saw the powerful seven-digit number and shouted in panic.

"I'm dizzy, ten million, ten million, and hundreds of millions, six hundred million, and I'm dizzy." Zhang Yiqing lay exaggeratedly on the sofa, looking like I'm fainting.

Kong Mei frowned and looked at her son, worried that her son had done something illegal. The conversation between the father and son before was simple, and the actual meaning was only known in her heart. How could this mother and daughter understand what XM8 means?

Zhang Shidong turned his head casually: "My allowance and discharge fee."

Kong Mei frowned and her face became cold. She was about to scold her son for lying. What kind of soldier can have so much money in six years? Zhang Jun is the calmest. He is a soldier who can fight against foreign troops on behalf of the country and be bravely injured and has won countless honors. In six years, although the money is a little more, it is still within Zhang Jun's acceptance: "Okay, what do you know? Son, can you find the source of this money?"

The only thing Zhang Jun is worried about is that the money is difficult to explain or that it is difficult to explain. He is a policeman, a wife, and a doctor, and he is worried that people will be slandered.

Zhang Shidong nodded, fortunately he did not take out another "wage card" that only a very small number of people and a very small number of departments knew about, otherwise he would not have scared them.
Chapter completed!