Parental Love: Jiang Weimin's Life of Lying Down

In this way, Jiang Weimin painted family portraits for three families of martyrs for free within a week. This action made him famous on Songshan Island.

(In the 1960s and 1970s, my country's coastal defense was still quite chaotic. There were not only spies and pirates, but also attempts and harassment from various countries.)

In this context, Jiang Weimin's good deeds are particularly precious. People's favorability towards him has skyrocketed. Before, perhaps only students knew him, but now, people all over the island know his name.

Jiang Defu was handling official business in his office when he suddenly heard a knock on the door. He opened the door and saw that it was Wang Zhenbiao, who walked in with a teacup in his hand and a smile.

"Old Jiang, your Weimin has become really famous on the island recently! Everyone knows that your youngest son can draw, and he draws very well."

When Jiang Defu heard this, he couldn't help feeling a little happy.

“Jiang Weimin drew these by himself after reading books. No one expected that they would be so popular.” He said with a smile on his face that he couldn’t suppress.

Wang Zhenbiao looked at Jiang Defu's smiling face and added fuel to the fire: "Moreover, Jiang Weimin did a great job recently by painting family portraits for martyrs' families for free! It not only reflects the island people's care for martyrs' families, but also meets their spiritual needs."

When Jiang Defu heard this, the smile on his face became even brighter, and his eyes sparkled with pride. He smiled and said, "I usually teach them to love and protect the children of martyrs as they would their own family members. Haven't they listened to me?" After saying this, he couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Wang Zhenbiao also laughed, but soon his expression became a little more formal. He looked at Jiang Defu and said, "Old Jiang, I want to discuss something with you."

"What's the matter?" Jiang Defu looked at Wang Zhenbiao in confusion.

"Aren't there other relatives of martyrs on the island? I plan to have our troops gather the remaining families together, and then ask Weimin to draw family portraits for them. What do you think?" Political Commissar Wang said with a smile.

"Okay, this is a good idea. We should treat everyone equally and avoid embarrassment for those families who feel embarrassed. The political commissar is the political commissar and his position is high!" Jiang Defu said, patting his thigh.

"Then go back after get off work and tell Weimin to arrange it for Saturday morning. The army will provide paper, pens and paints for painting, and then have someone make a large drawing board for Weimin to draw on."

"No problem. Weimin will definitely be happy about this. I'll agree to it on his behalf first."

“You still have to ask your child’s opinion.”

"If he doesn't agree, I will break his legs," Jiang Defu said in a domineering tone.

After returning home from get off work, Jiang Defu sat comfortably on the sofa in the living room, chatting happily with An Jie.

"Jiang Weimin really made me proud today! Even Wang Zhenbiao came to me in person and praised Weimin highly." His words revealed an unconcealable pride.

An Jie was skeptical and questioned, "Really? I don't believe it. Wang Zhenbiao is a man who only knows how to use chicken feathers as a token of authority all day long and does nothing serious. Last time, when that kid tried to catch an owl in the middle of the night with a flashlight, he insisted on sending the kid to the police station. How can such a person have any good intentions?" She frowned with a look of disdain.

Jiang Defu looked around, then lowered his voice and said to An Jie: "Speak softly, we are all working, don't talk nonsense." An Jie looked at his cautious look, sighed helplessly, and said that he understood.

After a moment of silence, An Jie asked curiously, "Did he come to you just to praise Wei Min? There must be something else, right?"

Jiang Defu nodded and said with emotion: "I really can't hide it from you. Wang Zhenbiao is a man who never comes to visit without a reason." After saying that, he couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Good news!" Jiang Defu said mysteriously.

"What good news?" Anjie asked curiously.

"Wang Zhenbiao arranged for all the families of the martyrs on the island to gather on Saturday and let Weimin draw a family portrait for them." Jiang Defu replied excitedly.

"It's really a good thing!" An Jie said in surprise. She knew that this matter was of great significance to Jiang Weimin. It would give him more confidence and courage in his future life. Moreover, it was also a good opportunity for him to establish contact with other martyrs' families and expand his network.

"Yes, this is good for Jiang Weimin's future development. In case he needs to serve in the army on the island in the future, these will be Weimin's qualifications and resources." Jiang Defu analyzed.

"Wang Zhenbiao has done something practical this time." An Jie said happily. Although she has never liked Wang Zhenbiao, she has to admit that he did something very meaningful this time.

Jiang Defu smiled and nodded in agreement. He knew that this activity would definitely become a good story on the island and would also bring warmth and comfort to the families of the martyrs.

After school in the afternoon, Jiang Weimin just got home with his schoolbag on his back when he heard Jiang Defu calling him to go to the study.

As soon as he entered the study, Jiang Defu smiled and said to him, "Weimin, you have done a great job recently in drawing for the martyrs' families. The army leaders know about it and are preparing to reward you with a set of painting tools and a brand new drawing board."

Jiang Weimin was overjoyed when he heard this, but he was a little skeptical, so he asked, "Really? Dad, that army leader couldn't be you!"

Jiang Defu's eyes widened immediately, and he angrily scolded: "How can you think like that, kid? Am I the kind of person who would use my power to seek benefits for my own children?"

Jiang Weimin waved his hands and explained, "Of course not, Dad, I was just asking casually."

Jiang Defu snorted and continued, "However, the army leader has also given you an important task."

Jiang Weimin asked curiously, "What is the mission?"

Jiang Defu told him: "This Saturday the troops will organize all the martyrs' families to gather in the square. You have to go over and draw a family portrait for each family."

When Jiang Weimin heard about this, he nodded and agreed: "Don't worry, Dad, I promise to complete the task." As he said this, he also gave a standard military salute.

Jiang Defu smiled with satisfaction, "Okay, go do your homework. Be sure to perform well for me on Saturday and don't embarrass him."

"Yes, Chief"

Jiang Weimin saluted his father again and ran out.

Looking at his son's departing back, Jiang Defu couldn't help but sigh, "This brat..." But a smile of relief was on his face.