Ye Zhengjun ignored her and asked Xibao directly,

"Xibao, do you want to hang out?"

"Hmm!" The little guy nodded like a chick pecking rice,

"Grandpa, play!"

"Then grandpa will take you out?"

"Good!" replied crisply and loudly, pointing out the door, urging Ye Zhengjun vigorously,

"Play, play." Ye Zhengjun said to Feng Qingxue: "Okay, Comrade Qingxue, I'll take Xibao with me, and I'll send it to you completely when I go back, don't worry." Xi Bao's hat, scarf, and gloves were brought over. "The wind and snow are very helpless, do the old people like to get used to children?

You can't beat or scold. Put on a hat and scarf and gloves for Xibao in turn, and took the opportunity to wipe his face and pat the dust, Feng Qingxue slapped him on the ass angrily.

The little guy reacted so fast, he reached out to cover his buttocks, even if he couldn't reach it, it didn't prevent him from bravely complaining to Ye Zhengjun: "Mom beats, grandpa, mom beats, spanks!" ”

"Mom hit you? Is mom bad or not? After listening to Ye Zhengjun's question, the little guy stopped squeaking, and his big eyes secretly looked at the wind and snow.

Ye Zhengjun and Xu Jin immediately laughed, this kid has eyes, and he actually knows that the word bad is not a good word.

"Then you say goodbye to your mother, and grandpa will take you out to play and watch your uncles' training." As soon as Ye Zhengjun finished speaking, Xibao waved his hand at Feng Qingxue,

"Bye-bye, Mom, bye-bye."

"Then kiss your mother." The road in front of the wind and snow is only compromise. Xibao seemed to be afraid that after he got close to his mother, his mother would leave him behind and not let him go out to play, he pouted and kissed hard in his palm, and flew into the wind and snow.

Ye Zhengjun and Xu Jin were once again amused.

"Oh, Comrade Qingxue, you vacate the lunch box for me, and I'll take it away." Ye Zhengjun remembered his lunch box before going out.

"Comrade commander, we don't lack anything, you don't have to send this or that next time."

"It's not for you to eat, it's for Xibao to eat, you have no right to refuse." Feng Qingxue had to pour the mutton soup in the lunch box into his own lunch box, and before he could wash it, the empty lunch box was called Xu Jin to take it.

"Comrade Qingxue, you have a good rest at home, and we will take Xibao away."

"Bye-bye!" Xibao kept shaking his chubby hand, and there was no nostalgia at all. Ye Zhengjun carried Xibao to the camp and received a warm welcome, and the popularity far exceeded the performance of the art troupe.

Seeing the soldiers running on the dirt road in the camp, Xibao was very excited. During training, soldiers carry weapons and ammunition and are fully armed to enhance their weight-bearing capacity.

It's not dark at all, so you can see it at a glance.

"Guns! Gun! Xibao shuddered and pointed to the large army running past him, almost all of them carrying guns.

Ye Zhengjun said to him with a smile: "Yes, it's a gun, it's a soldier's gun, it's a gun to defend the country!" Xibao, when you grow up, will you come and learn how to use a gun from your grandfather? ”

"Good!" Xibao replied loudly, staring at the gun with big eyes. Zhao Yong came from a distance and raised something in his hand.

Xibao's eyes were sharp, and he saw it at once, and said excitedly: "Gun!" Guns! Pushing Ye Zhengjun's shoulders and urging him to walk towards Zhao Yong,

"Grandpa, grandpa, grandpa, guns!" Ye Zhengjun turned around and looked, and sure enough, he saw the wooden gun in Zhao Yong's hand,

"Who made the guns? It's very realistic. ”