The mother of the era is reborn to support her cannon fodder children!

Chapter 378 "I Didn't Torture Him"

Yu Bao and Heng Bao are proud, so when they heard their sister's voice, their expressions froze, and they quickly wiped away their tears.

Her eyes were slightly red.

"You've got it wrong!" Hengbao shouted.

Yao Bao shrank back in fright at her brother's loud voice and buried her face in her father's arms.

Gu Chenghuai clicked his tongue, his tone displeased, "Why are you making such a loud noise? It's not like you're shouting orders."

It scared his precious daughter.

Hengbao pouted.

eccentric.

Lin Zhao rubbed Hengbao's face, and the child immediately clung to her, hugging his mother's arm and smiling happily.

"Baby, you've squeezed into Xiao Jin and Mei Qiu," Lin Zhao whispered a reminder.

Hengbao moved to the side and patted his friend over the shoulders, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

The coal ball meowed in a low voice.

Xiao Jin touched Heng Bao's hand through the fabric.

Halfway there, the oxcart picked up Lin Heling, Song Xiwei, and Qiao Hui, who were waiting on the road, and headed towards the train station.

Lin Heling sat cross-legged on a straw mat, with Qianbao and Yaobao sitting beside him. He found a thick quilt and covered them with it, then turned his gaze to Yubao and Hengbao.

"Ever cried?"

Yu Bao's face flushed slightly.

Hengbao tried to save face, saying, "We couldn't bear to part with Grandpa, Grandma, and Libao, so we couldn't help ourselves..."

Lin Heling said, "Wait until we get to the station to wash your face and apply face cream, otherwise your face will hurt."

The two boys touched their faces; they were already starting to hurt.

Seeing that her two grandsons were listless and not as energetic as usual, Song Xiwei comforted them, "Your grandpa and I will visit you at the military region often. If you want to come back, we will bring you back. It's such a small thing, no need to cry."

“…Hmm.” The twins, who considered themselves big kids, looked embarrassed.

Song Xiwei gently patted her grandson's head and said nothing more.

It's easy for five adults to travel with four children, but the trouble is taking care of two big dogs.

In the end, Dahuang and Hupo were carried into the car by Gu Chenghuai and Song Xiwei, one each.

They booked sleeper berths; all four beds in the carriage belonged to them.

The two dogs weren't afraid of arriving in an unfamiliar place. They sat by the carriage door, their big heads resting on their front paws, their eyes following their little owner, neither running away nor barking.

"Big Yellow Amber is awesome." Yu Bao secretly slipped two pieces of dog meat jerky to them.

These two small pieces of dried meat were saved from his own mouth.

"Gu Zhiyu," Lin Zhao called out to him.

Yu Bao quickly stood up, blinking his bright black eyes with an innocent look on his face.

"Stop pretending to be innocent, come here." Lin Zhao said sternly.

The child walked over obediently.

He whispered, "I saved this up with great difficulty."

"I didn't say that." Lin Zhao pulled him in front of her and straightened her son's collar. "Didn't I say we should keep a low profile when we're out and about? What was going on with you just now?"

"I looked around, but no one was paying attention to me," Yu Bao explained anxiously.

"Don't try anything clever, baby." Lin Zhao cupped his face, her expression serious.

Yu Bao met her mother's eyes, her little tail, which had been held high, drooped softly, and she obediently said, "Okay."

"We must keep a low profile and not let anyone find out that Dahuang and Hupu are eating very well, otherwise they will be envied and cause trouble."

He repeated Lin Zhao's words word by word.

Lin Zhao embraced her son's small body and said softly, "You must always be wary of others. Be careful when you're out and about, and don't be careless."

Yu Bao nodded solemnly.

Hengbao kept these words in mind.

What the brothers didn't know was how much trouble these words helped them avoid in the days after the opening up.

Listen to your mother, and you will succeed.

This is something.

There are four beds. Qiao Hui and Lin Zhao are both small in stature, so they share one bed.

Gu Chenghuai takes care of twins, while Lin Heling and Song Xiwei each take care of one grandson.

Qiao Hui is a woman of few words, the kind who might not utter a single word all day. She is very diligent, the kind of girl that elders like—always quick to notice and get things done. Often, she gets things done without being told what to do, and she doesn't just do things half-heartedly. Qiao Hui observes carefully and thinks deeply, and within a couple of days, she becomes quite adept at handling things.

On the third day, this person who didn't like to talk even took on the task of buying food.

Lin Zhao was very satisfied.

With such a capable helper, she was saved a lot of trouble and even the car rides were no longer boring!

Lin Zhao was sitting on the lower bunk, and she shifted her position slightly toward Song Xiwei, smiling broadly.

"Mom, Sister Hui is great! You found me a wonderful helper. I love you so much!" She clung to Song Xiwei like a koala as she spoke.

Song Xiwei was squeezed so tightly that she couldn't fall, so she grabbed Zhaozhao's body and pulled her upwards.

"Be careful not to fall," she said helplessly.

Lin Heling smiled and handed over the tea, "If she had fallen, she wouldn't talk to anyone for at least three days. Our Zhaobao has always been proud."

"Dad~~" Lin Zhao called out coquettishly, her voice wavy, her chin resting on Song Xiwei's shoulder as she clung to her, "Mom, I'm so grown up now, and Dad still laughs at me."

Song Xiwei smiled broadly and said, "You're so old and you're still acting like a child with me. It's okay if your dad laughs at you."

In the past, Lin Heling was in poor health and had no interest in taking care of herself. She wore dark clothes all year round, and her hair was short, just past her ears. When it grew long, she would tie it back with a rubber band. If it weren't for her sharp and unapproachable aura, she would be no different from an ordinary woman, and her face would inevitably show some signs of aging.

After her husband recovered his health, Grandpa Meng said that Lin Heling's weak condition was cured and that she would be healthy from now on.

Song Xiwei rediscovers her desire to dress up.

She added a few brightly colored clothes and got a trendy hairstyle... a layered short haircut. Her hair was thick and black, and after washing it, she just tousled it a few times and it looked very stylish.

She was wearing a cashmere sweater given to her by her daughter, and a long brown fleece-lined coat that Lin Heling had bought for her. Standing there, she exuded a powerful aura, as if she were on a fashion show.

"Mom smells so good, I just want to stay close to Mom." Lin Zhao simply lay down and rested her head on her mother's lap.

Song Xi moved her legs slightly to make her daughter more comfortable, then untied Lin Zhao's braid and gently combed it with her fingers.

With each thrust, Lin Jiazhaobao felt comfortable and drowsy.

She squinted her eyes happily.

"Mother looks so beautiful. I love seeing Mother dressed up." Lin Zhao turned slightly and hugged Song Xiwei's waist, just like when they were children.

"Mother, you should be like this from now on. I don't want to see you grow old. You should stay young forever." Her voice was muffled.

When Lin Zhao first saw a single white hair on her mother's head, she felt as if the sky had fallen. She cried like a child who had lost a precious treasure and couldn't be happy for a long time.

From then on, Song Xiwei dared not touch her hair in front of her daughter, afraid that her daughter would see the gray hairs hidden among her black hair. Not only that, she also secretly ate a lot of hair-nourishing foods. Unfortunately, it didn't work.

But things soon took a turn for the better.

Zhao Zhao brought over a few bottles of shampoo. After using it, she noticed that the gray hairs under her black hair were turning black, and her hair quality was gradually improving.

The couple found it strange, but didn't ask any further questions, simply assuming that Zhaozhao was lucky and had good fortune.

One good thing after another happened to the Lin family, and the villagers assumed they were just in high spirits because of good fortune, so they didn't take the fact that the two of them had become younger to heart.

Song Xiwei pinched Lin Zhao's nose and sighed, "No one can stay young forever. Everyone gets old. Sooner or later you'll have to accept the fact that your father and I will get old."

Lin Zhao didn't want to listen, so she raised her left hand and covered her ears.

"I don't want to hear it." She buried her face in Song Xiwei's lower abdomen, her clear and pleasant voice muffled, "I feel uncomfortable just thinking about it, like a big stone is pressing on my heart."

"...Let's not talk about this anymore." Song Xiwei gently patted her daughter's back and combed her long hair.

That's how it is when you're on your period; even if your stomach isn't upset, your mood can still be affected...

At this moment, Gu Chenghuai returned with a hot water bottle.

"Honey, the hot water bottles are here. One to warm your stomach, and the other to warm your feet."

Lin Zhao didn't move or turn around, but stretched her left arm back.

Gu Chenghuai approached her, bent down slightly, lifted the corner of the blanket, and placed a hot water bottle under the soles of her feet, and another one next to her lower abdomen.

Noticing his wife's low spirits, his heart sank, and he asked worriedly, "Is your stomach upset? Shall I make you some brown sugar water? Would you like brown sugar water or formula?"

"I don't want to," Lin Zhao said.

Song Xiwei gave her son-in-law a look, "Chenghuai, sit down and rest for a while, let Zhaozhao take a nap first."

She knows her daughter; she'll be fine in a little while.

Gu Chenghuai wanted to carry his wife back to his bed, but he knew that Zhaozhao was in a sensitive mood and would definitely find him annoying, so he had to give up, his tightly furrowed brows remaining.

Is it very uncomfortable?

He felt so sorry for her, he wished he could take her pain in his place.

Why does this have to happen every month?!
Song Xiwei glanced at her son-in-law's cold and stern face; he was staring intently at the baby in his arms.

She couldn't help but laugh, patting Lin Zhao's shoulder and whispering, "You keep tormenting your man, look how anxious he is. Cheng Huai thinks your father and I have bullied you, you naughty girl."

Lin Zhaoliang's feet felt warm, her stomach felt warm, and the patting felt comfortable, making her feel drowsy.

"I didn't bother him," she mumbled in a daze.

"Fine, you didn't bother him, you bothered your own mother." Song Xiwei said with a helpless smile.

"You're really spoiled by your father." She gave Lin Heling, who was drinking tea, a reproachful look.

Lin Heling: "??"

"How could I spoil her?" He smiled gently, his voice unhurried. "You spoiled her just as much. When your daughter wanted a shuttlecock, you plucked all the feathers from the chickens you raised at home and found the best ones to make it for her. When Zhao Zhao complained that the chicken feathers weren't shiny enough, you went up the mountain to hunt wild pheasants and made her a new one with their feathers..."

So who really spoils the child more?

Song Xiwei was speechless.

Some things are better left unsaid in public. Who's been feeding her daughter gold bars and jewelry? She's been spoiled rotten and spends money without restraint.

My eyes fell on the cashmere sweater I was wearing, and I thought to myself that it was well worth the money. It was light and warm, and I didn't want to take it off.

Lin Zhao found it strange to hear her parents bickering, and her shoulders shrugged with laughter.

"You naughty girl, you're secretly laughing at me and your father." Song Xiwei looked down at the girl with black hair and fair skin on her lap.

Lin Zhao looked up. "It's not a joke, I just find it strange."

"What's so special about it?" Song Xi gently poked her forehead.

"I've never seen my parents argue before, isn't that strange?"

Lin Heling put down her teacup and said slowly, "This isn't a quarrel. Your mother and I never quarrel. Whatever your mother says goes."

Lin Zhao exaggeratedly covered her teeth, saying, "My teeth are so sore."

Her body ached from lying down, so she sat up and subconsciously massaged Song Xiwei's legs a few times.

"No need to pinch, I don't feel anything, it's neither sore nor numb." Song Xiwei stopped her from doing so.

Lin Zhao gave a thumbs up, "As expected of my mother."

She turned her gaze to Gu Chenghuai and said softly, "I want to drink water, cool water."

For some reason, her stomach and feet were cold during her period, but her palms were hot and she felt hot. She only felt better after drinking something cold.

Gu Chenghuai knew his wife's habit, so he half-squatted down, held her hand, and said gently and patiently, "Drinking cold water will upset your stomach. Drink a few sips of warm water. If you think it's tasteless, I'll soak some red dates for you."

Knowing that Zhao Zhao couldn't stand him speaking in a low voice, he deliberately lowered his voice, his deep voice soothing, as if a warm breath brushed against her ear, making her feel weak all over.

Lin Zhao's slender white fingers rested on the corner of the blanket. With a gentle pull, she tugged at the blanket, covering her face and leaving only her large, watery eyes visible.

"Ok."

Her hair was messy and hung lazily in front of her. She nodded obediently and softly, like a fragrant but not greasy little cake.

Gu Chenghuai's dark eyes deepened, and his throat tightened.

His wife is so sweet, I really want to hold her in my arms and never let go.

He took the cooled warm water from the table and handed it to Lin Zhao.

"Drink a sip."

Lin Zhao's palms were very hot, so hot that she became irritable and listless, the kind of person who wanted to throw a tantrum.

She endured it.

He took the enamel mug and started drinking.

The water temperature was neither too hot nor too cold, just the right temperature to drink.

She took two sips and then refused to drink any more.

Gu Chenghuai didn't insist. He put the enamel mug back and still held his wife's hand, saying, "Let me rub your belly. Why don't you lie down and sleep for a while?"

Seeing Zhaozhao in distress made him feel bad too.

"What should I do if I can't sleep?" Being loved so wholeheartedly, Lin Zhao couldn't help but be sentimental.

"It's okay, I'll lull you to sleep," Gu Chenghuai said.

Lin Zhaochao reached out his hand to him.

The man picked up his wife and placed her on the lower bunk opposite him.

While the young couple were talking, Lin Heling and Song Xiwei went out of the carriage to stretch their legs in the aisle.

The four kids were fast asleep on the top bunk.

The clanging sound of the train was incredibly soothing.

Qiao Hui accidentally caught a glimpse of Lin Zhao and her husband interacting, and froze, her own painful marriage flashing through her mind.

Before witnessing a normal marital relationship, she didn't realize how abnormal that relationship was. It was only after seeing how Zhao Zhao and Commander Gu interacted that Qiao Hui realized... that her marriage was abnormal and wrong.

There are not only selfish, irresponsible, bullying, and hypocritical men like my ex-husband, but also men like Commander Gu who love his wife and children, are capable, and respect people.

Fortunately, she escaped that place.

Qiao Hui felt the heavy weight on her shoulders lift off her.

She was reborn.

Bright...

thank you.

Qiao Hui silently recited in her heart.

Lin Zhao was unaware of these things; she was very curious about how her husband would coax her to sleep.

"Close your eyes, Zhao Zhao." Gu Chenghuai covered her eyes with his well-defined knuckles and lowered his voice.

"It's closed." Lin Zhao pulled his hand down and placed it back on her lower abdomen.

Gu Chenghuai gently rubbed the area clockwise, his voice clear and strong.

"...The core of the code of conduct for the entire army emphasizes 'obeying orders in all actions' and 'not taking a single needle or thread from the masses'..."

Lin Zhao: "???"

(End of this chapter)