On a rare Sunday, Ding Guodong happened to be at home and handed over his things. By the way, I told Uncle Ding that they wanted to be sent to the fishing grounds.

"It's a little thing, no problem." Ding Guodong responded happily, the instructions given from above, as long as people are willing to go, no one cares where they go.

Later, on the next two trips, let the sunspots who already knew the road come to send them, and Ying Xinhua had to rush to the dock non-stop.

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"Dad, I'm back." Ying Xinhua pushed open the door and walked in.

"Come in and sit on the kang." As soon as Ying Taixing heard his son's voice, he immediately greeted.

Ying Xinhua put the two big bags on the kang, sat on the kang and said, "Dad, I'm not at home, you're okay!" Don't tire your hands out! ”

Before he left, he asked the people in the fishing ground to take care of Ying Taixing.

The corners of Ying Taixing's mouth twitched when he heard this, "I'm not fragile glass." Raising his injured right arm, he said, "You see it's fine now, it's okay to do all kinds of movements." As he spoke, he raised his arm high and picked it up.

"Don't!" Ying Xinhua was frightened and hurriedly said.

"Mother Zhan said to take care of it, don't do dangerous moves." Ying Xinhua grabbed his hand and put it on the kang table.

"Don't be so nervous, your mother also said that you can do some simple actions, which are conducive to recovery." Ying Taihang watched him fight for his rights and interests.

Now that the three words Mother Zhan came out of his mouth, there was nothing awkward about it, and everyone had their own opinions.

That's right, it's fighting, since the first time he started again, his son is like a cell boss, and he won't let him do this, and he won't let him do that.

It's really clothes to stretch out your hands, and food to open your mouth. Even his work, his son took over.

Ying Taihang found that his son had changed a lot, in the past, under their protection, it was the master who did not support the oil bottle when it was poured.

Now I do laundry, cook, and do everything.

To be honest, the meals were better than the ones he cooked. It is even more appropriate to take care of him.

The tempering of him in the past two years has made him simply reborn.

The heart is wide and the body is fat, it should be said that he is the one who should be said! He was most worried about the children, and now that he knew that they were safe and sound, the big stone in his heart was put down.

The son tried to nourish him again, and the sunken cheeks gradually became fleshy.

Ying Xinhua nodded understandingly, "Okay then!" Out of the corner of his eye, he swept the bag and pulled it over to open it.

"What's in the bag, it looks heavy." Ying Taihang blinked and looked at the open bag, "Book!" ”

"It's still a good book." Ying Xinxin took out the book and filled the kang table.

Ying Taixing burst into tears with excitement, trembling and stroking those books, trembling his lips and saying, "Where did you come from?" ”

"Teacher Jing's family is all professional books." Ying Xinhua said lightly with a smile.

Ying Taixing was stunned when he heard this, and suddenly laughed, "No wonder, only they can keep these now." ”

"Dad, you read first, I'll cook." Ying Xinhua took off his hat, scarf, and cotton coat, picked up the gray and black apron on the rope and put it on his body.

I opened the curtain and went out of the room, bent down in front of the earthen stove in the hall and began to cook my meal.

Ying Xinhua, who lit the hearth, raised his voice when he remembered it, "By the way, Dad, Mother Zhan made you a pair of cotton shoes and a military jacket." ”

Ying Taixing, who was emotional, sniffed when he heard this, took another bag, opened it, took out two things, and rubbed the cotton shoes with a thousand layers of soles with his hands.

I told myself in my heart not to be unproductive, but I couldn't suppress the tears, and I fell down.

The simple porridge and side dishes made by Ying Xinhua in the big night, the meal for two people was easy to make, and it was a big fire, and it was quickly ready.

Ying Xinhua came in with the food and said, "Dad, the meal is ready." ”

At this time, Ying Taixing had already calmed down, watched him come in with food, and hurriedly put the book on the kang table.

Ying Xinhua put the food on the table of the Eight Immortals, helped his father put the book on the kang, and then brought the food over.

The father and son chatted while eating, Ying Taixing looked at him and said, "I look at the original books you take, this book is better than the original text, just after eating, Dad taught you English." ”

"Dad, I know English." Ying Xinhua swallowed the steamed bun in his mouth and said.

The chopsticks in Ying Taixing's hand stopped in mid-air, looked at him in surprise and said, "How can you speak English?" Your mother should not teach you! ”

As far as he knew, Jing Hailin and his family should not be at home and go to the capital to work.

"Dad, you forgot that there are military school graduates in the barracks, I found a teacher, and he taught me." Ying Xinhua smiled and said, "Dad, this teacher has the same surname as us!" Maybe it was one 500 years ago. ”

"Really?" Ying Taixing said very casually, raised his eyes and looked at him and said, "Then how did you learn?" ”

"Learned?" Ying Xinhuanunu said, "What do you say?" Nothing about everyday conversations? When it comes to too technical terms, or proper nouns, you have to look them up in the dictionary. ”

"You don't have to move the dictionary in the future, Dad will teach you." Ying Taihang feels that he has finally regained his self-confidence, and his son has been refreshing his cognition and 'hitting' his self-confidence these days.

"By the way, Dad, I discussed it with Kuroko, and they will be here in a few days." Ying Xinhua looked at him and said.

"I know you've been wandering on the street for half a year, and you don't know each other if you don't fight with sunspots." Ying Taixing said clearly, and then said, "This yard should be for them, let's clean it later." ”

"Hmm!" Ying Xinhua nodded, and suddenly said, "It's me who cleans." ”

Ying Taixing shook his head slightly and smiled, "Okay, it's you who clean." ”

"Dad, there's a request." Ying Xinhua looked at him and said.

"What else do you use between you and me?" Ying Taixing looked at him and said dissatisfiedly.

"That's right, Kuroko's cultural level is not high, I want you to teach them cultural knowledge." Ying Xinhua said directly, "I don't want them to be illiterate, although the more knowledge they have, the more reactionary they are." But not for others, but also for yourself, not to be blind. ”

"Good! No problem. Ying Taixing happily agreed.

The father and son chatted while eating, after the meal, when Ying Xinhua washed the dishes and brushed the chopsticks, and filled the big iron pot with cold water, the residual temperature of the stove just heated the water, and washed his face, brushed his teeth and feet before going to bed.

"Are you done?" Ying Taixing raised his voice and said, "Come in." ”

"It's coming, it's coming." Ying Xinhua opened the curtain, wiped his wet hand with his apron, and shook the apron and put it on the rope.

Squatted on the ground, threw the firewood into the stove, burned the kang hot, got up and sat on the kang.

Ying Taixing looked at him and said, "Let me see your current level." "I have the heart to examine him.

As a result, Ying Taixing was caught off guard, and even said that he was surprised.

Ying Xinhua looked at him in surprise and said with a smile, "No! I'm scared, I haven't shown my all? ”