After four years of marriage, the military officer husband came back

Lu Jingzhe did not directly introduce Xia Qingning's identity, but looked at Xia Qingning and said:

"This is Ah Zhen's sister-in-law, call me sister-in-law."

"Sister-in-law." Xia Qingning took the water with a smile and called out generously.

Ah Zhen immediately understood and nodded in agreement with a smile:

"Oh, it's my sister-in-law." After saying that, she couldn't help but praise:

"My sister-in-law is so pretty, just like the star in the movie."

After they sat down and talked for a while, Lu Jingzhe saw that only Ah Zhen was in the room, so he asked in a deep voice:

"Sister-in-law, why don't you see uncle and aunt, and Guangguang?"

"Guangguang went out to play." Ah Zhen paused for a moment before continuing:

"Mom and Dad, they're gone."

It took him a moment to realize what the word "go" meant. This was obviously beyond Lu Jingzhe's expectations. His eyes dimmed for a moment and he asked:

"When did this happen?"

"It's been more than a year since I left." Ah Zhen said calmly. Not wanting this incident to affect everyone's mood, he quickly stood up and said:

"It's getting late. You guys sit down for a while. I'll go cook dinner now."

"Sister-in-law, let me help you." Xia Qingning stood up and was about to follow her into the kitchen. Ah Zhen hurriedly said:

"No, no, just sit down and rest. I'll be quick and we'll have dinner soon."

After Ah Zhen went to the kitchen, Lu Jingzhe told Xia Qingning to take a rest if she was tired, and he would go out first as he had something to do.

Soon, Xia Qingning was the only one left in the room. From the conversation between the two of them and what the woman in the blue-tiled house said, she roughly pieced together the basic situation of her sister-in-law's family:

Ah Zhen's husband was Lu Jingzhe's comrade-in-arms, but unfortunately he died. Ah Zhen returned here from the family compound to take care of her elderly parents-in-law. Her parents-in-law fell ill one after another. Ah Zhen sold the house to pay for the two elderly people's medical treatment, but the two elderly people still passed away. Now she lives here alone with her children.

Feeling a little overwhelmed being alone, Xia Qingning was about to go to the kitchen to help when she suddenly noticed the photos hanging on the wall. She was curious and walked over to take a look.

Several photos are of the same man. Some are of him joining the army wearing a big red flower, some are saluting in military uniform, and some are swearing an oath to the national flag. Almost every one of them has a serious expression.

"That's Guangguang's father." At this time, Ah Zhen came out and saw Xia Qingning looking at the photos, so he smiled and introduced her:

"Don't be fooled by his serious look in the photo. Actually, he is not like that. He loves to laugh, likes to be chivalrous, and is a bit impulsive. He got into a lot of trouble before he joined the army, so we all call him Zeng Xiaodao."

When talking about her deceased husband, she did not show any sadness. Instead, she was smiling the whole time, and there was even a gleam in her eyes.

After hearing her words, Xia Qingning couldn't help but look at the photo carefully, only to find that the man in the photo had a ruffian look between his brows. Xia Qingning quickly thought of the image of a "ruffian handsome" man who was not bound by worldly constraints, acted casually, seemed cynical on the surface, but had a heart for his country, had national justice, and hated evil.

This kind of man has a fatal temptation to women. Women may not like him at first sight, but once they fall in love with him, it will be for life.

Noticing that Lu Jingzhe was not there, Ah Zhen asked Xia Qingning beside him. After learning that he had gone out, Ah Zhen did not look surprised, nor did he ask where he had gone. Instead, he said to Xia Qingning:

"Sister, please sit down for a while. I'll go call Guangguang back."

"I'll go call him." Xia Qingning suddenly said.

Ah Zhen was obviously a little surprised when she heard this. Before she could say anything, she heard the beautiful girl opposite her say confidently:

"Don't worry, sister-in-law, I recognize him. I saw him when I came here just now."

Xia Qingning has been learning portrait sketching since she was a child, so her observation of people's appearance is naturally better than that of ordinary people. The little boy squatting on the ground just now and the man in the photo have very similar eyebrows and eyes, and they can be seen at first glance as father and son.

After getting her sister-in-law's consent, Xia Qingning walked out of the house, went down the path, walked around the blue-tiled house, and looked at the flat dam that they passed by on the way back and forth.

From a distance, I saw six or seven kids still playing the shooting game, but the little boy with yellow hair, about seven or eight years old, still did not participate. He just squatted there silently, watching them play.

At this time, a child with a bowl-cut haircut and wearing a sailor suit suddenly bumped into a little boy squatting on the ground while running. The boy with the bowl-cut haircut lost his balance and fell down immediately.

But the fall was not serious, because he quickly got up, with an angry look on his face, and he raised his hand and pushed the little boy squatting on the ground:

"Get out of here! What are you doing here? You tripped me up. We don't want to play with you."

The children who were originally running with guns quickly gathered around, and the boy with two snotty noses immediately came up to help, saying:

"That's right, Baldy Zeng, we don't want to play with you! Hurry up and leave, or you'll trip us and fall."

The little boy called Bald Zeng glanced at the others and replied without any fear:

"This is not your territory. Why should I leave? He fell because he didn't look at the road. What does it have to do with me?"

"If you don't squat here, will I fall? Humph!" After saying this, the pot-covered man began to sing the jingle he made up loudly:

"Bald Zeng, bald Zeng, ugly, no friends, no love from his grandfather, no father, we will beat him to death with one punch, little monster..."

Soon everyone followed him, running around the yellow-haired boy and clapping their hands and singing loudly:

"Bald Zeng, bald Zeng, ugly, no friends, no love from his grandfather, no father, we will beat him to death with one punch, little monster..."

The little blond boy was surrounded in the middle, his face flushed red. He clenched his fists and stared at everyone without blinking, as if he was going to rush forward in the next second.

“Guangguang…”

At this time, a voice was heard, and soon everyone saw a beautiful sister walking towards this side. The children did not run away, but looked at her curiously as she approached.

Xia Qingning walked to the little boy with yellow hair, raised her hand, and generously took him into her arms. She looked at the children and said:

"Little brat, stop bullying others!"

"We didn't bully him!" The little boy with the bowl-cut hair pouted and refused to admit it.

"Then why do you curse at people and give them nicknames?" Xia Qingning asked the guy with the pot-cut hair.

"His last name is Zeng, and he's bald. We call him Zeng Baldhead, but that's not right." The pot-cut guy looked up at Xia Qingning. He was not afraid of her and spoke confidently.

"Yes, yes, Brother Xiao Ming is right, he is Zeng Guangtou." The little boy with two snotty noses hanging next to him also echoed, flattering him, as if he was saying that everything his elder brother said was right.

Xia Qingning looked at the pot-covered guy and didn't bother to teach him. She asked him in a friendly manner, just like chatting with him:

"Then what's your name?"

Seeing that she had a good temper, the pot-head became bolder and answered proudly:

"My name is Zhang Xiaoming."

"What about you?" Xia Qingning looked at the little boy with a runny nose and asked, "What's your name?"

"Liu Xiaohua," the little boy answered, with the same proud expression as the older brother beside him.

"No, no." Xia Qingning shook her head repeatedly. Under everyone's curious gaze, Xia Qingning looked at the pot-covered man and said with a smile:

"Your clothes are so dirty, and you have a bowl cut. You shouldn't be called Zhang Xiaoming, you should be called Dirty Pot Lid." After saying that, he looked at the boy next to him with a snot hanging from his nose:

"As for you, your last name is Liu, and you have snot hanging from your nose. You shouldn't be called Liu Xiaohua, you should be called Runny Nose."

“Dirty pot lid”

"Runny Nose"

Hahaha……

The children next to them laughed as they read out their new names.