The environment of the division headquarters, everything is new. The divisional organs are located in the center of the city, where there are no troops, only organs. Tian Liaoshen, who became the deputy division commander, was somewhat uncomfortable, he had always been a person who led the troops, and since he became a platoon commander, he never left the army, just like the peasants never left the land. The division can be called a real organ, and every day you go to and from work on time, and if you don't leave after work, you have nowhere to go, so you can only stay in the office building. So he could only go to work while the trumpet was blowing and leave work when the trumpet was blowing.

Yang Peipei was naturally transferred to the outpatient department of the division because of the change of her husband's job. The outpatient department is not a hospital, and there are not so many people, only a few doctors and nurses, who see some headaches and brain fevers, and if there are some emergency or serious illnesses or something, they have to go to a regular hospital. Yang Peipei also commutes to and from work on time.

After arriving at the office, the working environment changed, and Tamura was small, so the family hired a nanny. The nanny is a suburban person, two years ago her husband died, with a nine-year-old child, has not looked for another person, went to the city as a nanny, her own children let the old people in the family take it, ten days back home to see the child, leave in the morning, come back at night, work diligently. The nanny's surname is Zhang, a woman in her thirties, because she has given birth to children, and she is also handy in bringing Tamura.

Every day when Tian Liaoshen and Yang Peipei came back from work, Nanny Zhang had already prepared a meal, and when Tian Liaoshen and Yang Peipei sat down to eat, Tian Cun had already woken up, and it was the time to be active, babbling and looking energetic. Tian Liaoshen and Yang Peipei said: Xiao Zhang, let's eat together.

Xiao Zhang is a person who knows the depths, she said: You eat, I will tease the children for a while.

When Tian Liaoshen and Yang Peipei were eating, Xiao Zhang reported the child's situation in a day, which was nothing more than how many times he ate milk, how many times he defecated, etc. Yang Peipei listened while explaining the precautions, and Xiao Zhang listened attentively with an expression.

As soon as Yang Peipei put down the dishes and chopsticks, he hugged Tamura. She hadn't held a child for a day, and Tamura was excited to see her, laughing and twisting her body. Yang Peipei's heart melted in an instant, and the child already regarded her as a relative.

Xiao Zhang said while eating: Sister Yang, the child really looks like you.

Yang Peipei smiled and said: You take a good look again, don't you look like his father?

Xiao Zhang took a serious look at Tian Liaoshen, who was picking his teeth and reading the newspaper after eating.

Xiao Zhang shook his head and said: Children still look like you, boys are like mothers, maybe they will look like their fathers when they grow up.

Yang Peipei looked very happy, and put her face against the child and said: The small village is like a mother, and the small village is like a mother.

At this time, Tian Liaoshen also put down the newspaper, walked over, stretched out his hand and teased the child: Xiaocun really doesn't look like a father, let me see where it looks like a mother.

After speaking, he looked at Yang Peipei seriously, then at Tamura, and then nodded: Well, Xiao Zhang has eyesight, and Xiao Cun looks like his mother.

Yang Peipei secretly stuck out her tongue at her husband.

Since the two of them came to the division, their mentality has changed 180 degrees. When they were in the group, many people knew that the child was adopted, not their own. At that time, the taste in their hearts was indescribable, and they always felt that they were not so reasonable. The environment is new now, and no one knows that the child is adopted. In the unit, many people Chongtian Liaoshen said: Lao Tian, it's too late for you to have a child, my children have all graduated from elementary school, what are you doing?

Tian Liaoshen smiled.

In the outpatient department, there are more women, and they also inquire about some details of Yang Peipei's childbirth.

Someone said: Head nurse, you are in your thirties, you are not afraid of giving birth?

Yang Peipei said proudly: What are you afraid of? It's born.

Someone else said: You are a high-risk mother at your age.

Yang Peipei replied lightly: Really?

Some people also said: Why didn't you have a child earlier?

Yang Peipei's face turned red, but she quickly returned to her normal state and said: Sooner or later, it's all the same, isn't it just a child.

And they all said, "That's, that's."

This was the case at the beginning, because it was fresh to say it, and then when I got used to it, no one said anything anymore, as if it were all taken for granted.

Occasionally, Yang Peipei will also take the child to the outpatient department, most of which are only cases where the child is not feeling well, such as the child has diarrhea, a cold or something, everyone looks at the child and says: Head nurse, your child really looks like you.

Yang Peipei listened to it, and her heart was happy. Back at home, she secretly locked herself and her children in the house, looking down at her children while looking at herself in the mirror. Sure enough, she found many places where the children were the same as herself, such as the forehead, nose, chin, etc., and she smiled, this time with a reasonable smile.

At night, Tamura naturally slept with Xiao Zhang, and she had to feed the child once and urinate twice.

Yang Peipei and Tian Liaoshen lived in another room, and both of them felt relaxed and happy, and they didn't feel sleepy for a while.

Yang Peipei said: Did you find it, the child really looks a little like me.

You say it's weird, isn't it who takes him more, who is he like?

Yang Peipei said: This is fate, God is destined, otherwise why would we have met Wang Guixiang, and she gave birth to two at once?

Tian Liaoshen turned over: I don't know what happened to their family?

Otherwise, let's take the time to see them.

Tian Liaoshen thought for a while: Forget it, let's not go, if we move around, when the children are older, what if they regret it and want to go back to Tamura?

Yang Peipei said: I'm worried about that child, after all, he is Tamura's elder brother. I'm really worried that they won't be able to feed that child.

Otherwise, you can send them some money tomorrow. After thinking about it, Tian Liaoshen added, don't leave the address really, let's help them in secret, it's not easy.

Yang Peipei nodded.

Tamura grew up day by day.

One Sunday, Xiao Zhang went home. Tian Liaoshen and Yang Peipei were walking around the park with their children in their arms, it was the spring season, the flowers were blooming, and the trees were green. The child seemed very excited to see this new world.

Yang Peipei held the child while babbling to teach Tamura to speak: This is a tree, this is a flower......

Tamura suddenly shouted: Mom-

Yang Peipei was stunned for a while, and Tian Liaoshen was also stunned.

Yang Peipei said to Tamura: You call your mother again, my child, you call your mother again.

Tamura seemed to be encouraged, and shouted again clearly: Mom-

Yang Peipei hugged Tamura in her arms more tightly, her face pressed against his body, and she raised her head for a while, and her face was already full of tears.

It was a day to remember.

Later, they sat on their chairs and watched Tamura fall asleep, the sun shining on him, warm.

Yang Peipei still choked up and said: He will call his mother.

Tian Liao looked into the distance, and was also a little moved.

Yang Peipei said again: Children will call mom first, and he will call you dad in a few days.

Tian Liaoshen said: Okay, wow, it's good to have a child.

After a while, Yang Peipei said again: If the child is older, what will our family be like?

Both of them stopped talking, immersed in a reverie about the future.