Marrying Leng Libing Wang and having four children, traveling back to the 70s

Looking at her disappointing son, Commander Jiang Xiaoyan's wife wished she could push Captain Lu Chenting, the living devil, back into her belly and give him a new life.

Captain Lu Chenting, the living devil who felt aggrieved, glanced at his mother, whose face was so cold that it could freeze a bear to death, and sat quietly in the passenger seat in a huff.

He did go back, but at a little after midnight on New Year's Eve, someone who was tortured by longing and unable to sleep still climbed up the roof to meet his lover.

Well, the wild cats passing by on the roof looked at Captain Lu Chenting, the living devil, with deep contempt.

The next day, around 8:50 in the morning.

In Ward 105 of the Beijing Military District Hospital.

"..."

"Where's the widow?"

"Where is my wife?"

"What about her?"

After the operation, Comrade Pan Dawei, who had passed the critical period, shouted as soon as he woke up.

"..."

"!!!"

“Widow, widow, what widow???”

"wrong--"

"And a wife?"

"I'm not hallucinating. The guy just said the word 'wife'."

"Forehead--"

"Where did this guy get a 'wife'???"

"How come I, as a father, don't know???"

Teacher Pan Liliang, who had just finished wiping the hands of his unruly son lying on the hospital bed, twitched his face several times. He stared at his only son in a daze, muttering to himself.

"Old man, what are you mumbling about?"

"Your son is asking you a question—"

Pan Dawei, the injured soldier, was lying on the hospital bed with a face as pale as paper, straight as a piece of wood. His mouth seemed to be covered with a thick layer of motor oil, making it very slippery.

He asked his father who was sitting on the edge of his bed with a look of disgust on his face.

"Just stare at your son with those dead fish eyes."

"And he muttered to himself in a self-righteous tone."

"Is this a misunderstanding about my own voice???"

"Just ask Xiao Guo to give you a big speaker so you can carry it with you."

Battalion Commander Pan Dawei's face was as pale as paper, but he still kept on talking nonsense and nagging.

"Ah--"

"As soon as you wake up, you start talking nonsense?"

"You're not going to let me, your father, grumble anymore?"

"You kid, this is to open the chest to take out a bow sheet, the brain can also be with the chest, brothers, are you stupid???"

"In broad daylight, the one who is married is either a widow or a daughter-in-law."

"You're having a seizure—"

"..."

Glancing at his only son who looked as if he was about to die, and seeing that he was still trying to be stubborn with him and couldn't be defeated, Commander Pan Liliang opened fire and started to curse him seriously.

Look, Commander Pan Liliang habitually swung his arm and slapped the guy on the bed on the head.

"..."

"Hey--"

"Master, Master——"

"My battalion commander is still injured, please, please be gentle—"

Pan Dawei's orderly, who was standing by, was so scared that he quickly stepped forward and said, "Gah!"

Since the father and son met, he, a communications soldier, had no time to rest.

Yes, our own Battalion Commander Pan was originally the deputy regiment commander, but because of his slip of the tongue, he often went against his father, and his position has been fluctuating like stock.

Well, two months ago, he was just pulled down from the position of deputy group leader by his father.

"Old man—"

"Just wait. When the time comes, I'll have the tube pulled out for you."

This was what his own battalion commander said in front of all the soldiers in the cafeteria when he was removed from the position of deputy regiment commander by his own father.

When I got angry, I even said the word "you".

"..."

"You soldier, don't you know he's injured?"

"It's not your brain that's injured, why are you being so sassy—"

"People are awake now, how can they close their eyes again?"

Tsk, Division Commander Pan Liliang’s voice was like a loud bell, and he shouted towards the Northern Communications Corps.

"..."

"Forehead--"

"Those who know are fine, but those who don't would think Commander Pan has a dozen sons at home."

"The division commander treats Deputy Regimental Commander Pan like a cheap scumbag."

"Not battalion commander anymore, I was demoted."

"He just passed the critical period and woke up—"

"A heavy palm strike might have knocked him unconscious again."

In the corner of the ward, Commander Pan's guard watched the daily interactions between this pair of bickering father and son, with his mouth twitching.

After he finished listening to his teacher's nagging, the first thing he did was secretly complain in his heart.

"whispering sound--"

"Old man—"

“Who told you this nonsense???”

"I'm just looking for a widow—"

"so I……"

He got excited. Deputy Regiment Commander Pan Dawei, who was lying sideways, had a bloodless face. He snorted provocatively and started firing.

"..."

"Definitely -"

"Widow, widow, you are in love with a widow."

"I heard—"

"Since you're injured, I won't talk to you today."

"Don't keep on talking nonsense, or I'll have to call a brain specialist for you."

"..."

"You're awake now. It's time for me to leave. The army still has a lot of things to do—"

"Xiao Xiang, take good care of your Captain Pan."

"If it's nothing serious, don't come to me. You two can find a doctor on your own."

"I'll wait... Never mind, we'll talk about it when the time comes."

Well! Before his own family could finish their gaha, Commander Pan Liliang interrupted him, and the mechanical wooden warehouse was no different, making a series of clacking sounds.

Teacher Pan didn't know when he would be "free" to visit his enemy again.

Just now, before Battalion Commander Pan Dawei woke up, he was wiping his hands with a worried look on his face. Now he changed his attitude faster than turning the pages of a book.

"..."

"hey-hey--"

"Finally leaving."

After Commander Pan Liliang finished speaking, the orderly Xiangbei was startled and secretly delighted.

"Yes--"

"Commander—"

"Make sure to complete the mission."

The people who were most happy about Division Commander Pan Liliang's departure were probably the Xiangbei Signal Corps. The young man grinned as if it was New Year's Day and happily responded to the order.

"..."

"What good soldiers can you bring out from a soldier like this? He's just as reckless as a scoundrel."

"Keep it for me."

"Even a tank can't hold down the corners of your mouth."

Seeing the communications soldiers under his son's command looking so happy about the New Year, Division Commander Pan Liliang was furious and scolded them harshly.

"Well--"

“Show it like this???”

"Hmm," Battalion Commander Pan Dawei's communications soldier was so frightened that he covered his mouth with his hands and spoke incoherently.

"Let's go, let's go -"

"Don't put it here, it's an eyesore."

"And they harm people when they catch them."

Wow, Battalion Commander Pan Dawei, who was lying on the hospital bed, came to protect his son and urged me to get up in a hoarse voice.

"..."

"Xiao Guo."

"Let's go, let's go -"

"I'm a rare person."

Commander Pan Liliang frowned deeply and said with a frown.