In the morning, he was almost finishing up the things he had not finished writing last night in the office. The red phone on the desk rang, disrupting all his plans.
"Hello, I'm Li Chu."
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"Yes, I'll prepare now."
Putting down the phone in his hand, he couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly.
Brewed, this is too evil. I just learned from Lou Xiao'e last night that Qin Huairu's son was transferred to the Northwest to serve his sentence. This morning he received a call and had a mission to go to the Northwest.
He glanced at the sky through the window, then started to pack up everything on the table, picked up his bag and big-brimmed hat, and walked out.
"Zhijun, I have a mission to go out on."
"Director, I understand. If anything happens, I will sort it out."
"Well, let Tian Jun prepare the car."
"yes"
After talking to Zhao Zhijun, he came to Ding Qiunan.
"Daughter-in-law, I have a mission to go out on."
"Ah? Now?"
"Yes, I will go home and pick up two pieces of clothes before leaving."
This situation has not happened once or twice. Even if Ding Qiunan is reluctant to give up, she has no way to do it. Whoever makes her man eat is this bowl of rice.
She stood up and walked to her husband, helped arrange the flowers on her collar, then stood on tiptoes and kissed his lips.
"Go ahead, I'm at home, don't worry."
"Well, please pay attention to the boiler at home and ask Wenxuan to add coal and other things."
"I know, isn't he doing all this now?"
"Okay, then I'll leave."
Watching her husband walk out of the office, as the office door slowly closed, Ding Qiunan slowly walked back behind the desk and sat down on the chair.
She didn't send it off, and Li Chu didn't want her to send it off. They didn't like this kind of farewell.
Although the same thing happened often, her heart was still filled with a sense of loss.
With the departure of the male owner of the family, the laughter in this yard seemed to be much less than usual. The little stinky baby had been making trouble for a few days. He would cry whenever he thought of his grandpa. It was difficult for anyone to cry.
I will only stop when I am tired, and then I will get upset again when I think about it, and it will not get better until a week later.
That's it, I don't dare to mention grandpa in front of him, otherwise there will be another fuss.
Two days a day, time flows slowly until January 25, 1987, which is Sunday.
We have a day off today. After lunch, we started to get busy in the yard.
Jiayuan also came back early this morning with her two children, and is currently in the kitchen preparing things for the New Year with her mother and aunt.
There is an oil pan on this stove, which is responsible for frying some things. The steaming bowl is steaming in the big pot on the stove, and the ribs are stewed in another pot. The aroma wafts out from the kitchen in waves. Jiadong and Jiayuan
Several children at home almost cried.
Ding Qiunan took out a few pieces of ribs from the pot where the ribs were stewed, stuffed them into the mouths of the three children, regardless of whether they were cooked or not, and gave them two firecrackers before sending them off to play.
"Aunt, when will my uncle come back? It will be the Chinese New Year in three days."
Ding Qiunan, who was kneading dough on the chopping board, suddenly slowed down his movements.
Yes, everyone has been out for more than a month, and it will be New Year’s Eve in two days. Why hasn’t this person come back?
Li Qin, who was frying hairtail over there, hit her daughter on the back.
"You are such a big man, why don't you open a certain pot? Who knows when your uncle will come back from a business trip? What to ask? Go out and get some coal."
As soon as Jia Yuan finished asking her question, she realized that she had said the wrong thing. Sure enough, she was slapped on the back by my mother. She felt relieved now, picked up the bucket of coal on the ground and slipped out of the kitchen.
"Sister, it's okay. I've gotten used to it over the years. It's not like he hasn't spent the Chinese New Year outside."
"Hey~ when can he stop going on business trips so mysteriously and just give a message to his family to say he's safe? That way he can feel more at ease.
Qiu Nan, if he retires at the age of sixty, wouldn't he have so many things to worry about?"
retire?
Ding Qiunan smiled bitterly and said: "Sister, we actually talked about this matter. In his original words, don't even think about retiring. It is impossible to retire in this life. As long as he can still move, he may be able to do it at any time."
Here comes the mission."
After hearing what her siblings said, Li Qin shook her head. If she had known it would be like this back then, she would have stopped her brother no matter what, and wouldn't let him enter that useless health care group. Wouldn't it be better to be a doctor safely?
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"grandmother……"
"Hey, smelly baby, you're asleep."
"Grandma hugs."
Wang Yueyue stood at the door of the kitchen holding her son who had just woken up. The little boy opened his hands and shouted for him to be hugged.
"Mom Qiunan, you wash your hands and hug him, and I'll knead the buns."
"Okay, Wenxuan hasn't come back yet?"
"No, a cancer patient admitted by their research team seems to have changed in condition."
"Yes, his father is still stuck in there, and now his son is also trapped in it." Li Qin couldn't help but complained again.
Ding Qiunan and Wang Yueyue looked at each other and smiled, wondering what they could do.
"I'm telling you Yueyue and Xingjian are determined not to let him study medicine anymore. We can't let three generations of our family join him. Before, I heard Xiao Chu reciting that soup song in his children's ears every day.
, why is this, you have to throw the whole family into it, right?"
"Aunt, Dad Chu didn't teach Stinky Baby, he just chanted it like a nursery rhyme."
"Come on, I think he just wants to train him from an early age."
Li Qin took the fried hairtail out of the pot and put it into a basin, then started the next pot.
"Grandma, Yuyu~"
"Oh, Shoubao knows this is a fish. Do you want to eat it?"
"eat"
"Okay, grandma will peel a piece for you." Ding Qiunan picked up a piece from the fried basin, walked out of the kitchen with the child and sat at the door.
The weather was good today, and the sun was shining warmly on her body. She carefully picked off the meat and checked carefully that there were no thorns before stuffing it into the child's mouth.
"Dog, eat"
"Eat yours. You haven't eaten yet. You miss the dog so much that you miss it."
This child is generous. He always remembers the dogs when he has something delicious to eat, and gives it to them. So every time he eats something, the dogs like to be around him, and he might be able to mix in something delicious.
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In the front yard, Li Qiaoyun also moved over little by little with the support of her niece with a big belly.
"Hey, why did you come here? Where can you sit down?"
"I can't stay in the house anymore, it's so boring."
"Grandma, Yuyu"
"Well, good boy, you can eat it."
His grandson has an aunt who is younger than him, and Ding Qiunan wants to laugh every time he thinks about it.