Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife

Lu Jiang hugged his son and scolded him with a smile: "You talkative! Besides, let's go back and run laps, ten laps! But before running laps, load your luggage into the car. A little wink, kid. I'm sure a little wink won't do you any harm."

"I've only been here for a year, but I'm just not used to the brigade commander's smile." Sang Hong scratched the top of his head.

Lu Jiang is usually very strict. Who wouldn't call him the Iron-faced Yama?

After hearing this, Feng Qingxue pursed her lips and smiled, watching Sang Hong load the luggage bags into the car one by one, then opened the door and asked the couple to get in the car. She finally got in the car and started the car.

The road from the train station to the troop garrison was difficult and very far, and it took three or four hours to drive.

When the car was parked for inspection, the soldier in charge couldn't help but look at Xibao one after another. When the car drove in, a family of three just got out of the car and saw many pairs of eyes and their owners.

They were all wearing old military uniforms, but their rank was clear at a glance.

The epaulettes are different, and the fabrics of the military uniforms are also different.

From ordinary soldiers to corps commanders and division commanders, there were quite a few of them, as if they had been waiting here for a long time. As soon as they saw them coming out, they all surrounded them, targeting the Xibao in Lu Jiang's arms.

Feng Qingxue first saw Ye Zhengjun and Zhao Yong, and said hello with a busy smile, "Commander Ye, Commander Zhao, long time no see."

"Long time no see, long time no see! Hey, the baby and I have never seen each other once. We have to see each other this time." Ye Zhengjun's attention was all on Xibao in Lu Jiang's arms. He couldn't help but touch his palm at the first sight. He praised: "What a good boy, he looks so good! This white and fat boy is so rare! Come on, let me hug him."

Xibao lay lazily in Lu Jiang's arms, blinking his big eyes, looking at this and that, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, as if he didn't understand why there were so many similar people in front of him.

He buried his head in Lu Jiang's arms, but couldn't suppress his curiosity. He turned to look at the crowd, "Dad!"

"Hey, good son, call me Uncle Ye!" In private, Lu Jiang would occasionally call Ye Zhengjun his brother. He would hold his son upright in his arms, but the little boy would lie on his shoulders and look strangely around behind his father. Ye Zhengjun sent an old face to him.

Xibao immediately stretched out his chubby hands to cover his eyes, and then secretly looked at Ye Zhengjun from between his fingers.

Ye Zhengjun was much older than Lu Jiang. He was in his teens. He had been marching and fighting for so many years, and he looked older than Lu Jiang's father. So he heard Xibao's cry and said loudly: "Grandpa!"

Ye Zhengjun's heart suddenly felt cold.

"Grandpa? Call me?" He pointed to his nose amidst the roar of laughter.

Xibao blinked his big eyes and called grandpa again.

Feng Qingxue suppressed her laughter and said hurriedly: "This is the first time he calls me grandpa. He has never called me dad at home."

Therefore, Commander Ye, you should feel honored.

"Smelly boy!" Ye Zhengjun touched Xibao's head, and finally touched his mink hat. His hand felt warm and soft, "It's good that you call me grandpa. I don't mind it. Come on, tell your dad to call me." uncle!"

"Commander, tell me to take a look, tell us to take a look at Brigadier Lu's baby!"

The lower-ranking soldiers were particularly enthusiastic. They waited here after training, just to see the true faces of Feng Qingxue and Xibao in Lushan. There have never been such young children in the army.

Ye Zhengjun turned sideways, allowing the anxiously waiting soldiers to see Xibao's appearance clearly.