Who taught you to be a soldier like this!

Chapter 449 Leader, when did you come? [Please subscribe! Please give me a monthly ticket! ]

The moment I heard Zhao Weihong's voice.

Zhao Jianguo and his wife, who were setting the table and looking like they were going to have lunch, turned around at the same time and looked at Zhao Weihong and Lin Jingshu who were standing in front of the door.

As I was watching, I heard a loud bang.

Li Ping, who usually would pick up and eat a grain of rice if it fell on the table, accidentally dropped the steaming dish and the plate in her hand onto the table, making a loud noise.

But neither Li Ping nor Zhao Jianguo paid attention to the dishes on the table.

He just stared at Zhao Weihong, who was a little taller, a little darker, and a little thinner.

Looking at my parents whom I haven't seen for a long time, they seem very excited at this moment.

Zhao Weihong showed a naive smile, opened his arms, and walked towards Li Ping, ready to give his mother a hug as if she had returned home.

As if to cooperate with Zhao Weihong, Li Ping was also slowly walking towards Zhao Weihong.

One step. Two steps
Seeing his mother about to walk up to him, Zhao Weihong stretched his arms as wide as possible. Just as he was about to speak, he saw that his mother, who seemed to him to come to welcome him, suddenly gave him a cold look and then revealed a very disgusted expression.

"Go to the other side!"

"Why are you stretching your arms so long? They won't get in the way!"

Zhao Weihong: “???”

Under Zhao Weihong's shocked gaze, Li Ping casually pushed his raised arm aside, rejecting his hug with practical action, then sprinted to the front of Lin Jingshu, who was half embarrassed and half shy, and asked carefully in the softest and kindest tone of her life.

"Girl, come in quickly, it's so cold at the door."

Lin Jingshu obviously did not expect that Li Ping would ignore her own son whom she had not seen for a long time and instead ask her about her well-being. She was at a loss for a moment and let Li Ping drag her into the house with her rough hands.

When she felt the rough yet warm touch, the tension in Lin Jingshu's heart suddenly dissipated a little, and she finally said the first words after meeting Zhao Weihong's parents.

"Hello, auntie, hello, uncle."

"Hey! Girl, take off your clothes quickly. They are covered with snow. Auntie will warm them for you."

"Dad, kill the chicken! Hurry up and bring out the New Year's goods. I'll make some new dishes!"

Hearing this, Zhao Jianguo responded, without even bothering to put on his coat, and rushed into the warehouse outside the house in his slippers.

Seeing this scene, Lin Jingshu, who had just arrived, ignored her shyness and nervousness, and immediately and anxiously gave instructions to Zhao Jianguo who was about to go out.

"Uncle"

"It's cold outside and it's snowing."

"If you go out, you have to put on your coat"

After hearing this, Zhao Jianguo was stunned at first, then he nodded vigorously and put on his coat hurriedly. His usually calm and honest face was now filled with a joyful smile!
At this moment, Zhao Jianguo only regretted that he didn't have a daughter!
Otherwise, wouldn't Zhao Jianguo have been able to live a dozen years earlier, enjoying the warm days of his current life wrapped in his "little cotton-padded jacket"?

After hearing this, Li Ping looked at Lin Jingshu with even more affectionate eyes, and she was extremely satisfied with this daughter-in-law who had not yet entered the family!
How nice, she’s a girl who knows how to feel warm and cold!
"Daughter, what do you like to eat? Tell your auntie. You're welcome. This is your own home!"

While arranging the "ceremony" to welcome Lin Jingshu, Li Ping did not forget to take the time to glance at Zhao Weihong and scold her.

"You didn't even tell me you were coming home, and your father and I were in such a hurry!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Weihong explained with a feeling of half-grievance and half-laughing.

"I'm thinking of giving you and my dad a surprise."

"Surprise? What surprise?"

"Look! Is this meal at home good enough to entertain people?"

"Jingshu has come so far with you, can you just treat her like a fool for her first meal at home?"

"Really? Such a grown man, yet he is not a worry-free person at all!"

At this point, Li Ping seemed to be really angry. She stretched out her finger and tapped Zhao Weihong's forehead hard, with an expression of disappointment on her face.

"Go, don't just stand there, go out with your dad, do whatever you can, don't just eat for free!"

After casually sending away the two "useless" men, Li Ping turned around and looked at Lin Jingshu, with a friendly and warm smile on her face again.

"Come, girl, drink some hot water to get rid of the cold."

"Are you tired on this journey? Wei Hong must have caused you a lot of trouble, right?"

Zhao Weihong: “.”

He wiped his face with melancholy.

Zhao Weihong looked at her mother who was busy around Lin Jingshu, asking about his well-being, and suddenly felt sad.
For the first time in my life.

Zhao Weihong felt a sense of loss called "falling out of favor".
If you calculate carefully, he hasn't been home for nearly two years.

He thought that after returning home, he would be able to spend some rare warm time with his long-lost family.

Who would have thought that the atmosphere after returning home would be so warm.

But it seems to have nothing to do with Zhao Weihong!

After entering the room, Li Ping was busy talking to Lin Jingshu, and occasionally spoke to Zhao Weihong, either with disdain or criticism.

As for Zhao Jianguo, he didn't say a word, as if he didn't even see Zhao Weihong!
This made Zhao Weihong suddenly feel redundant and even felt that even if she turned around and left, this "family of three" could still celebrate the New Year in a lively manner.
"What are you standing there for?"

"Come out with me to move the stuff."

"profound"

After responding somewhat dully, Zhao Weihong took one last look at Lin Jingshu and Li Ping who were already engaged in a lively conversation, sighed deeply, and followed Zhao Jianguo out of the house.

The warehouse was in the same location as Zhao Weihong remembered, and had not changed, but it had changed from a dilapidated, drafty wooden house to a brick and tile house.

Not only is the storage capacity much stronger, but the area is also slightly larger.

When Zhao Weihong walked in, she saw that one side of the warehouse was densely packed with chopped firewood.

There is no doubt that this must be the dead wood that Zhao Jianguo picked up from the mountains during his free time to use for the winter.

On the other side of the warehouse, there were also neatly stacked piles of vegetables and two large foam boxes. Zhao Jianguo casually opened a foam box and pulled out a large piece of lamb chop that smelled slightly of mutton from the small pieces of ice.

"Take it."

Handing the lamb chops to Zhao Weihong, Zhao Jianguo bent down again to select vegetables that might be used later.

In the small space, the only sounds were Zhao Jianguo's heavy breathing and the sound of rummaging through things.

Not until he stood up again, Zhao Jianguo, holding a large bag of vegetables, asked Zhao Weihong indifferently.

"How long can you stay at home this time?"

Hearing this, Zhao Weihong, who was a little dazed, immediately came to his senses and answered hurriedly.

"After the New Year, we have to go back before the 15th."

"I'll stay a few more days this time. In a little over a year I'll be going to do an internship at the grassroots level."

"I don't know when I will be able to come back again."

Hearing this answer, Zhao Jianguo, who had a somewhat serious expression, seemed to be relieved, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

But the next second, Zhao Jianguo seemed to remember something and immediately asked Zhao Weihong anxiously.

"What about Jingshu? Will she stay with you until the 15th?"

"Yes."

Zhao Weihong nodded in surprise, not understanding why his father asked this question.

When Zhao Jianguo heard his son's answer, he suddenly frowned. After thinking for a moment, he said to Zhao Weihong very seriously.

"Sixth day."

"You and Jingshu, wait until the sixth day of the New Year, and then go back to her home with her."

"Stay at Jingshu's house for a few days, and then go back to school directly. Got it?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Zhao Weihong's doubts became even stronger.

But since his father had made such arrangements, Zhao Weihong could not go against his wishes and could only nod.

"Yes."

The words fell.

The smile on Zhao Jianguo's face became more obvious.

The moment he left the warehouse, Zhao Jianguo patted Zhao Weihong on the shoulder, and walked straight into the house without stopping.

But his voice full of relief, accompanied by the increasingly heavy snow and wind, went into Zhao Weihong's ears.

"Your mother and I watched your game."

"You performed well and didn't bring shame to our Zhao family."

Listening to my father's somewhat awkward praise.

Zhao Weihong paused, no longer showing her usual intimidating calmness. Instead, she expressed herself in an extremely rare, somewhat ostentatious manner.

"That is!"

"Don't you see whose son I am?"

"Hey."

At this moment, the smile on Zhao Jianguo's face finally reached its peak. Just as he was about to speak, he heard Li Ping's somewhat exasperated voice suddenly coming from the room!

"Where's the food! Where's the food!"

"Where did you two take it for me?"

"I just went out to the county to buy some, but I wasn't as slow as you two!"

The father and son, who usually looked so majestic, shrank their heads at the same time after hearing Li Ping's roar, then looked at each other and immediately rushed into the house.

"Come on, come on!"

"Is the kid from the Zhao family back?"

"Okay! Okay! I got it! I'll go to Zhaojia Village right now!"

After saying that, Zhao Weihong, the local village chief, put down the phone, put on his clothes and was about to go out.

"Dad, where are you going?"

"Don't ask! The kid from the Zhao family is back. I have to go over and take a look!"

"Ouch! It's snowing outside, there's no need to rush!"

"You know nothing! Just wait for me at home!"

"Listen to the phone, you might have to go over there soon!"

After giving the instructions, the village chief put on his clothes and went straight into the snowy wind.

Because of the snow, the village chief did not dare to drive his "old car" which made all the noise except the horn. Instead, he rushed towards Zhaojia Village, running and bumping all the way.

The wind and snow are getting stronger and stronger.

The village chief did not dare to slow down at all, and soon arrived at the door of Zhao Weihong's house. He also saw a figure who was hesitating and wandering at the door.

After looking carefully for a moment, the township head's expression suddenly tensed, and he immediately walked up to the county head, who had been wandering outside the yard for more than ten minutes, and asked respectfully and unexpectedly.

"Leader, when did you come?"

[This chapter is very stuck, missing a thousand words, will be updated tomorrow]

(End of this chapter)