Zhong Shanyue only came home in the early morning, and as soon as the wake-up call of the guard platoon in the compound rang in the morning, he woke up, and he had always maintained the habit of going out in the morning for so many years, but now it is difficult for a high power to sleep at home. Zhong Shanyue put on his training uniform and ran to the playground to start warming up, and it wasn't long before dawn, but the courtyard had all woken up, and all the way there were acquaintances and Zhong Shanyue greeting.

"Minister Zhong, have you returned from a business trip?" this is Wang Zhanying, the director of the office. Wang Fatzi is a section-level cadre, he is not too early to participate in revolutionary work, he is a political work cadre, but his level is limited, the only advantage is to be honest and upright, and resolutely support the party's leadership, Zhong Shanyue has a good sense of him: "Lao Wang, I just came back last night, I haven't been out of exercise for several days, come out and loosen your bones, where are you going?"

"It's still Minister Zhong, you are in good health, you have always maintained a military style, and you have been practicing for so many years, I really can't compare to you. I'll go to the boiling water room to get some boiling water and send it to the minister's office, and I'll bring it to you in a while when you come back, and the boiling tea boiled in the morning is more suitable. Wang Fatzi habitually holds the leader to speak, he thinks that it is not a flattery, the director of the office is to serve the leader well, let the leader work in a comfortable environment, and contribute to the party and the country.

"Hey, you! Just let the orderlies do this kind of work, how can you be used!" Zhong Shanyue didn't know how to say anything about Wang Fatzi's diligent approach. "Serving the leader, anyone can do the same, and it can be regarded as the job of the office director. By the way, Minister Zhong, your kid is really good, he is exercising every morning before dawn, running, boxing, and horizontal bars, which is like my son who is too lazy to be like a pig. Wang Fatzi remembered again.

Zhong Shanyue was puzzled: "Our boy?" "It's Yue Min, I just saw him running on the playground, I heard the guard platoon say that Yue Min has been exercising every morning for the past two months, and they all praise him!" Zhong Shanyue has either been on a business trip or a meeting in the past two or three months, and he is not at home at all, so he doesn't know anything about Zhong Yuemin's situation, and he feels a little guilty in his heart, so he said to Wang Fatzi: "Old Wang, I'll go and see, you go and get busy first." ”

Zhong Yuemin was not an otaku in his previous life, and he always wanted to exercise, but overtime, games, and novels consumed his perseverance, and now he lives a very regular life, and he doesn't spend time and energy with so much entertainment, so he has to get up early to exercise, and he is also preparing for the chaos in the future. This is already the fifteenth lap, Zhong Yuemin has some slight sweat on his body, but there is no trace of confusion in his breathing and pace, and his physical fitness has long been left behind the eight streets of his previous life.

"Yuemin, how long have you been running?" Zhong Yuemin turned around and found that Lao Tzu was running side by side with him, Zhong Shanyue at this time was not as old as in the original book, burly, polite, and his hair was not gray, and he looked like an old handsome guy.

"Dad, you're back, I've just been running for an hour. "During this time, everything is fine at home and school, how is your health, and are your grades okay?" Zhong Shanyue hadn't chatted with his son for a long time, and asked many questions at once. "It's all good, Dad, I'm in good shape, I'm okay with my studies, and I participated in a math competition on Saturday. That's it, you're always not at home, and it's so deserted. Zhong Yuemin understood Zhong Shanyue's cold-hearted personality very well, and replied positively.

"Dad is busy with work, and he doesn't have time to accompany you since he arrived at BJ, but you also have to understand Dad as a little man, and Dad is also for the country and the people. Zhong Shanyue said as he ran. Zhong Yuemin smiled: "Dad, I understand what you say, but you also have to find me a stepmother to take care of my life! I eat in the cafeteria every day, and you can't bear it." ”

"It's all nonsense, it's only been two years since your mother left. Besides, I'm so busy with work, how can I have that spare time. Zhong Shanyue was a little annoyed that his son was pointing fingers at him in this regard.

In fact, Zhong Yuemin knew that his father still couldn't let go of his mother Yao Ping. Zhong Shanyue was a student of Changsha Normal School in his early years, and he liked to dance and write ink, and later fled to Xiangxi to cast He Long because he was injured in a duel with others.

By the time of the Liaoshen Campaign, Zhong Shanyue was already the youngest commander of the main division among the columns of the Northeast Field Army, and when the troops were about to attack Jinzhou, he met Yao Ping, the propaganda officer of the Dongye Headquarters.

Zhong Shanyue had just turned thirty years old at the time, and he was handsome and of moderate stature, wearing a white-washed yellow military uniform with a valuable ivory-handled revolver hanging from his belt. He ran to the headquarters at that time and picked up Zhong Yuemin on the edge of the well platform, and they got married after the fight in Jinzhou.

Yao Ping has a thin life, after she gave birth to Zhong Yuemin in 1952, she had her uterus removed due to uterine fibroids, so Zhong Yuemin is destined to have no younger siblings. When Zhong Yuemin was ten years old, Yao Ping died of liver cancer.

Zhong Yuemin misses his mother, but he is very worried when he thinks that Zhong Shanyue has always been alone in the original book, and he is about to start exercising, Zhong Shanyue still has historical problems, and there is no way to solve them, Zhong Yuemin can only sigh and continue running.

After the father and son finished the exercise, they went to the cafeteria to have breakfast and were eating.

"Dad, do you still have money and food stamps at home?" Zhong Yuemin suddenly asked.

"Why are you asking this, you are short of money?"

"No, I have a lot of children at the same table, and I rely on his father's work to support them, and the family is about to break down, I think that our family should be richer for the two of us to eat, so I want to support them. Zhong Yuemin explained.

Zhong Shanyue thought for a while and said: "The salary should be on the family passbook, I don't know how much, I'll ask someone to get some for you when I go back." Some of the stamps were handed over to the canteen at the beginning of the month, and the rest should be in the drawer of the chest of drawers, and I will look for you later. ”

"In addition, I have to praise you, it is a good thing for classmates to help each other, it is an excellent character to be helpful, and Dad supports you. Zhong Shanyue looked at Zhong Yuemin very happily.

In fact, the father and son are too similar, the mysterious effect of genetics has made Zhong Yuemin not very peaceful since he was a child, and Zhong Shanyue, like all fathers in the world, has long forgotten his childhood naughty mischief, and his son's behavior is usually an education method that touches the flesh and skin, and the relationship between father and son was once very tense. However, since Zhong Yuemin had that illness, the relationship between father and son has improved a lot, Zhong Shanyue also saw kindness and tenacity from his son, and his son is a lot more sensible, Zhong Yuemin is very pleased.

It is rare for father and son to have breakfast together, so they go to work and go to school. It's just that Zhong Shanyue watched his son's departing body at the gate of the compound for a long time.