At the moment when the train swayed, Jin Xiangdong lay on the ground of the carriage, only bruising his arm. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Waiting for the carriage to overturn and no longer shake, in a frightened scream, Jin Xiangdong actively saved himself with the police and the lightly injured people.

Among the people involved in the rescue, there was a young man who attracted Jin Xiangdong's attention, in his early twenties, with neat short hair, a serious expression, and kept pursing his lips, but when he spoke to the injured, his voice was exceptionally soft, and his rescue techniques were skillful.

When everyone was transferred to the leeward post and waiting for the car that came to the rescue, Jin Xiangdong greeted the young man: "You are a soldier, right?" ”

"Yes." The young man didn't talk much, and he unconsciously exuded an atmosphere of not being approachable.

Jin Xiangdong didn't care, he didn't know why, he always felt that there was a familiar feeling in the young man, and he smiled and asked, "Where did you become a soldier?" Are you planning to visit your home? ”

The young man pursed his lips and replied: "Border Regiment, prepare to study at the Army Academy of S Province." ”

Jin Xiangdong nodded appreciatively: "Yes, it's very powerful, that's our country's West Point Military Academy, and it has a bright future after graduation." ”

The young man heard that Jin Xiangdong understood a lot, smiled and said, "Yes." He didn't say he went to a school known as a devil's training camp.

"Where are you from? How old is this year? Jin Xiangdong always felt familiar, and couldn't help but ask more.

The young man's answer to the question was very simple and to the point: "Dihua, twenty-four years old. ”

Later, no matter what Jin Xiangdong asked, the young man replied with a smile or two.

When asked for his name, the young man smiled apologetically and said nothing.

Jin Xiangdong didn't disappear until he was separated from the young man, he was very sure that he had never met this young man, nor had he been to the border guards, where did this familiar feeling come from?

Sitting in a rickety truck, he got out of Yumen Pass before getting on the train back to the provincial capital again.

On the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, after lunch, Lu Songyuan began to slaughter chickens in the yard, and while the two little tricks were sleeping, the adults could hurry up and do some work.

Gu Xiaobei was responsible for scraping the fish scales.

Wen Xiuqing is croquettes, her disappointment is getting bigger and bigger, it's past noon, it seems that the boss is not coming back for the Mid-Autumn Festival.

"Didn't Sengoku come back for dinner at night?" Wen Xiuqing turned over the balls in the oil pot and asked Gu Xiaobei, who was squatting on the ground to clean up the fish.

Gu Xiaobei nodded: "Well, he won't come back until he finishes dinner with the soldiers." ”

"It's just a few of us, so much, can we finish eating?" Wen Xiuqing heard that her sons were not coming back to eat, and she was in no mood to cook.

Gu Xiaobei didn't answer, and disemboweled the fish and pulled out the gills, making his hands bloody.

The door was pushed open, and Jin Xiangdong came in with two large bags.

Wen Xiuqing sat on the edge of the stove, and when she looked up, she happened to see Jin Xiangdong entering the courtyard, because the croquettes were smoky, and the kitchen door was open.

Wen Xiuqing didn't care about the balls in the pot that was excited, and got up to greet him.

Gu Xiaobei also saw Jin Xiangdong enter the door, and saw Wen Xiuqing go out regardless of the oil pot, looked at his bloody hands, and quickly washed them in the basin to help the croquettes.

"Why did you come back at this point? Still thinking you won't be able to come back? Wen Xiuqing hurriedly went up to help carry the bag.

"Bao Shen, I'll carry it." Jin Xiangdong hurriedly carried the bag and put it on the ground under the grape trellis.

Lu Songyuan, who was plucking chicken feathers, also greeted him with chicken feathers in both hands: "What happened on the road?" Delayed? ”

Zhou Siping and Bai Xiaolan heard the voice and came out with the child in their arms.

Jin Xiangdong didn't care about speaking, his eyes stared directly at the child in Bai Xiaolan's arms, such a big fat boy, white and tender, well, and the fat boy seems to be more plump.

"I look forward to it every day, but I am looking forward to coming back, hurry up and wash your hands and hug your son." Zhou Siping said happily.

Bai Xiaolan stood aside with the child in her arms, she would be silly, so many people were in front of her, she didn't know what to say.

Jin Xiangdong hurriedly went to make a basin of water, washed his face, arms and hands, and changed into a clean shirt before coming over to hug the child.

"Be careful, hold his neck a little bit, this arm is like this." Bai Xiaolan explained while putting her son into Jin Xiangdong's arm.

Wen Xiuqing stood on the side with a smile, completely forgetting that she still had fried meatballs in the pot.

Jin Xiangdong hugged the soft and glutinous son in his arms, and his heart suddenly felt full and satisfied, Bai Xiaolan handed the child to Jin Xiangdong, and saw that the three old people were all gathered on the side, without the slightest intention of leaving, and said with a smile: "You talk first, I'll go to the kitchen to help Xiaobei work." ”

Jin Xiangdong watched his wife, who had gained a lot of weight, enter the kitchen with warm eyes, and then said to Lu Songyuan with a smile: "The weather on the road is not good, and the time is delayed." "If he said that the train overturned, he would have frightened the three old men.

Bai Xiaolan entered the kitchen and said to Gu Xiaobei, who was making croquettes, "I'll help you." ”

Gu Xiaobei joked with a smile: "The child's father is back, why don't you go to the kitchen to make out and make love?" ”

Bai Xiaolan pouted: "I can interject, besides, why do I feel that I suddenly have nothing to say to him?" ”

Gu Xiaobei was happy, and said playfully: "The main thing is that the time of separation is too long, and when I drill a quilt at night, I will have something to say." ”

"Your mouth is too bad, just interrupt me. (Repeat three times, which means to make fun of me and make fun of me.) Bai Xiaolan smiled and glanced at her, looked at the unfinished fish on the ground, and squatted down to help clean up the fish.

Because of Jin Xiangdong's return for dinner, Wen Xiuqing was motivated again and arranged a large table of dishes.

At the dinner table, Lu Songyuan asked, "Xiangdong, what department are you going to work in when you come back this time?" ”

Jin Xiangdong shook his head with a smile: "It should be working in the Commercial Department, the specific position is not clear, and I will report after the eleventh." When Su Moqing called him, he also said ambiguously, saying that the Ministry of Commerce was more promising, but it would be hard at first.

Lu Songyuan nodded: "The commercial hall is good, now the whole country is invigorating the economy, this commercial hall will be a good unit in the future." ”

Gu Xiaobei felt that this was a great thing, if Jin Xiangdong could be in charge of the development of the circulation market in the Department of Commerce, it would be of great benefit to her in the future, and she would no longer be afraid of Zhang Hezhi's difficulties.

When he was eating dinner, Lu Zhan Guo hurried back, and when he saw Jin Xiangdong, he was a little excited: "When did you come back?" ”

"Arrived home at noon." Jin Xiangdong hugged his son and said with a smile.

Wen Xiuqing was busy getting dishes and chopsticks for Lu Zhan Guo again.

Lu Songyuan ordered to bring another wine glass, how could he not drink a few glasses in this Mid-Autumn Festival reunion.

"You three brothers are all good, you didn't let me worry about it, this kid who loves the country doesn't come back, and he sent me and your mother 500 yuan, saying that it was a festival fee." Lu Songyuan proudly looked at the two competing sons and said.

Zhou Siping also smiled and agreed: "Isn't it, your three sons have the ability and filial piety, and you two are blessed when you are old." ”

Wen Xiuqing was relieved and sad, she always thought of Lu Ruixue from time to time, and she didn't know whether she was alive or dead. (To be continued.) )