Military husband hasn't returned home for two years? He reads his daughter's heartfelt wor

The choir hasn't been formed yet, but the recruitment was finalized yesterday, so Li Wanqing isn't busy for the time being.

After familiarizing herself with the procedures of the performing arts troupe, Li Wanqing thought about visiting Qin Qianqian again.

When we arrived at the rehearsal room, there were more than a dozen girls rehearsing dance moves.

Li Wanqing searched for a long time, but couldn't find Qin Qianqian.

"Comrade!" Li Wanqing grabbed a passerby, "Do you know where Comrade Qin Qianqian is?"

The other person looked puzzled. "Qianqian has an injury on her face and hasn't been to the training room for two days."

"But I've seen her these past two days!" Li Wanqing asked, puzzled.

The other person wiped their sweat, seemingly unconcerned, "Anyway, she didn't come to the training room..."

Just then, someone came out of the training room and shouted to her, "Xiao Fang, hurry up, it's time to train."

"Okay, I'll be right there!" Xiao Fang waved to her companion, then said to Li Wanqing, "But you can go check out the props area."

"When Qianqian isn't training, she likes to run over there."

Xiao Fang gave Li Wanqing directions before returning to the training room.

The props team of the cultural troupe was located near the North Gate. There was a gate there specifically for the cultural troupe to pass through when purchasing large supplies. Once outside, they could bypass the gatekeepers and leave the cultural troupe.

Qin Qianqian told her to go to the training room, but actually went to the north gate.

Does that mean that Qin Qianqian usually uses the excuse of going to the props team to sneak out of the performing arts troupe without anyone noticing?

The props team consisted mostly of older, experienced craftsmen. When Li Wanqing arrived, they were repairing some props.

"Hello, I'm Li Wanqing, a new member of the performing arts troupe. Is Comrade Qin Qianqian here?" Li Wanqing asked from the doorway.

The experienced craftsmen all looked up at her, and one of the craftsmen who was close to her pointed behind him.

"Go and take a look in the back. Every time Xiao Qin comes here, it's to see Xiao Gang."

Li Wanqing thanked him and then walked to the back.

Along the way, she noticed that almost all the props here were old, with obvious signs of age.

The tools repaired by the experienced craftsmen were severely damaged.

New for three years, old for three years, patched and mended for another three years.

In this era of thrift and frugality, the same principle applies to these props.

After you walk through this section, there's a courtyard behind it.

Li Wanqing asked someone else before finally finding the person named Xiaogang.

He was a young man who looked to be in his early twenties, and he looked a bit dull.

His mature demeanor made him blend in perfectly among the group of experienced masters.

Upon hearing that Li Wanqing had come to see Qin Qianqian, a glimmer of light appeared in his blank eyes.

"Comrade Qin just came by, but he's already left. He's probably back in the training room."

Li Wanqing raised an eyebrow slightly; she had just come from the training room.

Xiao Gang's expression didn't seem like he was lying; he just looked a bit like a simpleton caught in the quagmire of love.

Qin Qianqian is really amazing!

Cast a wide net, and not a single leaf will stick to you.

Cattle!

Li Wanqing didn't linger with the props team. Although they hadn't found the person, they hadn't come away empty-handed.

At least we now know how Qin Qianqian disappeared.

The day's grueling work passed quickly, and Qin Qianqian did not appear in front of Li Wanqing again today.

When they got home, Cheng Baichuan had already brought Nuonuo back with him.

"Mommy~~" Nono cried out, jumping up to her with a big smile. "Grandpa~ Grandpa~"

She saw her grandfather; although he was a little injured, he was fine.

Mom is the best!

Li Wanqing pinched her little nose, then glanced at her clothes, her expression changing slightly.

"This doesn't seem to be Nuonuo's clothes?" Li Wanqing tilted her head and looked at Cheng Baichuan, seeking an explanation.

Cheng Baichuan's eyes darted around. "When she was eating, her clothes got dirty, so the commander bought her a new set."

"Didn't I leave her two sets of spare clothes?" Li Wanqing asked sincerely, "Didn't you bring any?"

Cheng Baichuan chuckled and said, "Hmm."

...and they're so self-righteous!

"Didn't you say you remembered everything this morning?" Li Wanqing said speechlessly, complaining that she was too long-winded.

Cheng Baichuan looked slightly embarrassed. "I just... couldn't remember."

He hadn't expected taking a child out to be so complicated; Li Wanqing usually seemed to handle it quite easily!

Li Wanqing sighed softly. Oh well, she shouldn't have had any expectations.

Dad takes care of the kids, as long as they're alive!

Did you pay for the clothes with the fare?

Cheng Baichuan shook his head. "He won't accept it!"

Li Wanqing was taken aback. It seemed that Cheng Chi had decided that Cheng Baichuan was his son and Nuonuo was his granddaughter.

"We'll force it through tomorrow, no matter what," Li Wanqing said.

As long as the identity is not confirmed, it's best not to accept this item.

If it turns out to be a misunderstanding, that would be embarrassing!

Cheng Baichuan nodded. "I'll have the chief's bodyguard deliver it tomorrow."

Li Wanqing didn't say anything more, but pulled her daughter to look at her and then praised, "However, our Nuonuo looks really beautiful in this outfit."

Nono grinned and chuckled; she liked it too.

After dinner, Li Wanqing took Nuonuo to Deng Hongmei's house.

Political Commissar Feng was also at home. Upon hearing about the children's choir, he praised Li Wanqing once again.

"Comrade Li Wanqing, this is a great thing that we Third Regiment have done."

As the political commissar, he had a fairly good understanding of the situation of military families in the military region.

When it comes to children, who doesn't hope their sons will become dragons and their daughters will become phoenixes?

Joining the children's choir undoubtedly provides them with a guarantee for their future.

"Go, go, go wash the dishes. Stop talking like an official at home!" Deng Hongmei threw the apron at him and then pulled Li Wanqing to sit down.

"There are 12 people in total, but 3 children don't want to participate." Deng Hongmei explained the situation of the three children, and Li Wanqing was not too surprised.

When she was gathering the children for the performance, she noticed a problem.

Some children weren't really interested; they only participated because of a sense of collective honor.

"And..." Deng Hongmei said a little embarrassedly, "My son Xiaowei isn't participating either."

"Sorry, I'm sorry to disappoint you."

Li Wanqing laughed, "Sister-in-law, what are you saying? Xiaowei is about to take the high school entrance exam, so of course his studies are the priority."

Speaking of this, Deng Hongmei felt frustrated. "I don't know what to do after finishing high school?"

"His father said that he would let his son go to the countryside as an educated youth for a period of time to train, and then arrange a place for him in a worker-peasant-soldier university."

“But in that case, this child will only have the path of joining the army in the future.”

"Does your sister-in-law not want Xiaowei to join the army?" Li Wanqing asked in confusion. Political Commissar Feng is a soldier, shouldn't he?

Deng Hongmei sighed softly, "Which soldier is easy to join?"

“I’m the mother of this child, of course I hope that my child can have a better life in the future, just look at Lao Feng.”

"I've been a soldier my whole life, my body is covered in scars, all earned by risking my life."

"But the more I talked, the angrier the child got."

Deng Hongmei felt wronged whenever she thought about it. Who was she working so hard for?