Hearing a familiar voice, but looking at a strange figure, the tears of the wind and snow came down all of a sudden.

Big tears rolled down like pearls with broken threads and fell on Xibao.

"It's good to come back, it's good to come back......" The choked voice sounded in the house, and the heart that had been hanging for most of the year was finally relaxed, not so much to come back, but to say that it was safe.

"Light snow!" Lu Jiang stretched out his hand to hug her, along with the children he had never seen, but stopped because of the ice and snow all over his body.

Feng Qingxue also saw his embarrassment, and couldn't help but say distressedly: "Where did you come from?" How is it the same as calling Hanako? Haven't you had enough to eat? Is it ambushed in the ice and snow? How did the clothes get torn like this? The military cotton jacket is torn, and the cotton is exposed! Trying to touch the frostbite and scars on his face, Xibao suddenly twisted his body.

"Ahh Xibao screamed, awakening the couple's affectionate gaze. Lu Jiang didn't answer his wife's question, he lowered his head to meet Xibao's big round eyes, and a huge smile instantly bloomed on his face,

"Is this my son? His name is Xibao, right? Good boy, he's really fat. "Round and chubby, white and tender, it is rare in this era of lack of food and clothing.

He wanted to reach out and touch his son's fat cheeks, but he was worried that his rough and cracked fingers would scratch his tender face, so he reached out and retracted his big hand, hanging down at his side.

Xibao stretched, closed his eyes, and yawned sharply, a bubble popping out of his nose.

Lu Jiang was dumbfounded,

"Qingxue, what kind of attitude does he have?" Feng Qingxue smiled, held Xibao with one hand, and took out a cotton handkerchief with the other hand to wipe his nose.

"He just ate a bowl of pumpkin rice, and he is sleepy and wants to sleep." You can't say that you've become too ugly, with a scruffy beard and a bruised face, and your son is drowsy when he sees that you don't have the desire to appreciate a second look, right?

Mo Ruomu, who knows her son, Xibao lay on Feng Qingxue's chest and soon fell asleep. Lu Jiang said curiously: "Does this kid sleep except for eating?" ”

"Children are like this, they have to sleep for a long time every day to meet the requirements of growth and development." The wind and snow wanted to send Xibao to the bed in the bedroom, Lu Jiang hurriedly opened the curtain for her, and watched her put Xibao on the inside of the bed and cover it with a quilt.

Pillowing a small pillow, Xibao turned his face up and fell asleep. Feng Qingxue turned around, reached out and touched the wound on his face, and the tears fell again,

"Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt!" It's just that itchy and unconscious, Lu Jiang didn't reveal half a word, and grabbed her soft and smooth hand with his backhand,

"Qingxue, I'm about to kill you, do you want me? Do you want to? ”

"It's all in the letter, haven't you read it?" The wind and snow turn over the old accounts.

"Look, look, I'm all backwards." Lu Jiang smirked. When Ouyang Zijin sent supplies and medicines, he brought all the letters and things sent to him by Feng Qingxue by the way, so he knew that he had a son, the big name Lu Tianmao, the little name Xibao, who was seriously injured and is now in the military hospital, Zhao Anbang has a godson.

"I have a comrade-in-arms who wants to accept Xibao as his godson, and asked me to bring a gift to Xibao." Feng Qingxue looked at him, and without pursuing his behavior of writing a letter in advance, she asked, "Which comrade-in-arms?" What about the gifts? ”

"Yes, what about the gifts?" Lu Jiang looked down at his empty hands, and also expressed his doubts, and only remembered for a long time that in order to facilitate the entry over the wall, the duffel bag and military coat were thrown at the door.