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When Ning Qing returned from the supply shop, he saw Aunt An carrying a child.

Aunt An laughed: "Good morning, Dr. Ning."

"Good morning, Aunt. Did you go to town?"

"Hur hur, that's right. I brought them to town for an early morning meeting and prepared to make some clothes for the old and young."

"Hello, Auntie."

Ning Qing nodded with a faint smile.

She could see that he was much steadier than before.

The woman gathered her thoughts and looked at the little girl in Aunt An's arms. At this moment, she was looking at her with a curious expression.

"Aunt, has old and young been making trouble lately?"

"I was born not to cry, it was especially easy to bring. "Look, she's studying you right now!"

The two chatted and laughed as they hurried home.

Just as Ning Qing entered the house, he saw Lu Qingyao carrying a pot of porridge out.

"Dad, why are you cooking again?"

Lu Qingyao said as his head stood on end, "I didn't boil today, come down to eat your food."

Xiangdang slurred: "Right, our dad has made porridge so many times over the past few days, and if our mom can drink it, that means it's not bad."

Just as Ning Qing finished washing his hands, he heard his eldest son's teasing, and pretended to be angry: "Lu Xiangdang!"

Xiangdang's body trembled as he quickly went upstairs, "I'll go wake little sister up."

The lady shook her head helplessly. When did Xiangdang learn to be talkative?

She went to the kitchen.

When the construction was ready to follow, he was carried back to his original place by his father.

Lu Qingyao's face turned serious as he scolded: "Go wash your hands."

Just as he was about to open his mouth, he was pulled away by Xiangjun.

"San-zi, what do you want us to play later?"

"I want to go find my mother."

Xiangjun looked at his father who was walking towards the kitchen with large strides, and said softly: "Ol 'Three, you still don't understand?"

"What?"

"You dare to steal our father's woman? I think you want to eat Stir-fried Meat With Bamboo Shoots!"

Jiu Zun covered his butt, feeling wronged, "That's my mother."

"He's still our dad!" Xiangjun patted the back of his head, changing the topic, "Playing mahjong in a while?"

"Little sister wants to learn the zither from mother, we don't have enough manpower."

"Call your Brother Zhao over."

"Will our mother agree?"

"Why not? We finished our homework when we got back yesterday. "

Just relax a little bit. Mother will still let me go!

Qiu Jianhan pondered for a moment before nodding his head.

In the kitchen.

Ning Qing was preparing to take care of the lettuce when a man came in and casually said: "The fire is a little bigger."

She ordered the stove, "I came back with Aunt An today."

Lu Qingyao asked while adding firewood, "And then?"

The woman's face was filled with envy and sighed: "The spirit of Aunt An is really good, when I get to that age, I can also do it like that."

With the child in his arms, he walked all the way back without breathing.

In her previous life, when she was sick, she always wanted a healthy body.

The man joked with a deadpan expression. "Eat the porridge I cook every day. You must be in a good mood."

Ning Qing walked out from the pot with the raw vegetables. Seeing that his husband was going to get a bowl, he bluntly said, "I don't want Aunt An to be busy with Battalion Commander An because I have a lot of worries. Battalion Commander An is busy every day, and has nothing to do at all. Most of the people at home are only Aunt An. "

This meant that if a human continued to move, their body's functions would not degenerate.

Hmph, I'm not eating porridge.

Lu Qingyao chuckled, "Alright, let's go out and eat later."

The couple walked a circle and just as they reached the gate of the Pagoda tree, they saw Battalion Commander An standing there.

Battalion Commander An was a little fat before, but now he was a lot thinner, and his entire body had become more haggard.

Seeing the Lu couple walk over, Battalion Commander An smiled awkwardly, "Battalion Commander Lu, Dr. Ning, I have something to trouble you two."

Ning Qing politely smiled.

Lu Qingyao nodded, "Please speak."

"A few days ago, I requested for a mission from my teacher. My mother is the only one at home, and I would like to trouble you to take care of them."

Lu Qingyao agreed without even thinking, "Alright."

Battalion Commander An said gratefully: "Thank you."

Ning Qing looked at An Jingguo's back figure, feeling as though he had become paler, "Hubby, why do I feel that Battalion Commander An and Hu Yuehong have changed a lot after their divorce?"

The man carried his wife and headed towards the house, "The afternoon before the official divorce of Battalion Commander An and Hu Yuehong, he cried for a long time and said a lot …"

"Stop, hubby, let's talk about something fun. I'm really not interested at all. "

Lu Qingyao smiled and did not continue the topic.

Just as the two of them reached the main entrance, they heard the sound of construction work coming from inside. "Brother Brother Zhao, you're being shameless again."

Ning Qing chuckled, "Alright, your sons are calling their little friends to gather at home again."

As she said that, she pushed open the door and walked in. Ranran who was in Xiangjun's embrace had struggled free, and excitedly asked: "Mom, where's my new clothes?"

The woman took her hand and walked upstairs.

A few minutes later.

Ranran skipped down in his modified Han Chinese clothing, "Does it look good?"

The group of poker players looked over in shock.

"Beautiful."

Ning Qing had even braided his daughter's hair, making her look even more lively and adorable.

When Xiangjun saw his little sister looking at him with a questioning look, his smile grew wider and wider.

Xiangdang, who was at the side, saw that Ranran was about to leave, and was instantly dissatisfied. "Little sister, you're not even going to look at your big brother?"

Ranran lied on the stairs and finally saw the big brother in the corner. He embarrassedly smiled and said, "Big brother, I didn't see you just now."

Brother Zhao, "Little Ranran, you're wearing such beautiful clothes, so you won't be able to play with us today."

Ranran replied as he walked out, "I'm learning the zither from mom today. I'm not going out to play."

Zhao Shehui looked at Xiangdang who was beside him and asked, "What zither?"

"Guqin. My mother knows how to order and is preparing to teach her. She says it's good for tempering her temperament."

Hearing that, Zhao Shehui laughed out loud, "Then your lives will be a bit rough, Auntie Ning doesn't care about you at all."

Xiangdang scoffed twice, "I like reading. My mother bought me a lot of books."

Xiangjun replied, "I like it. My mother has always made delicious food for me."

His condition was a little unique. After thinking for a long time, he finally came to a conclusion.

"I also like eating, but because what I want is a little difficult to do, my mother wants me to learn it."

Seeing that even her good friends were so attentive towards her, Brother Zhao once again suspected that he was actually her mother's son.

He was about to go back and ask his mother, but of course he was beaten up by his parents.

This was the reason why Zhao Shehui was beaten up for the first time.

About a month later.

When Ning Qingzheng was on duty at night, he heard someone call out from outside, "Come quickly, doctors, let's move out."

"Quickly go find Dr. Ning and Dr. Zhao."

A woman who had been here for a few years was not at all surprised by this situation.

She and Dr. Zhao looked at each other and walked out.

This time, more people were injured, and all the wards were cleared.

The hospital was not open for two days and two nights, and even called all the doctors and nurses who were resting to come over.

Only until the afternoon of the third day did Ning Qing and the rest catch their breath and let them go home.

When Ning Qing walked to the door of his house, he saw Aunt An waiting at the door with a child in her arms.

Aunt An forced out a smile, "Dr. Ning, when I was waiting for you, I met the person who delivered the letter, so I helped you accept it."

"Thank you, Aunt."

The woman knew that she must be looking for her for something. "Aunt, why don't we bring the child in and have a chat?"

"Alright."

Ning Qing placed the letter to the side and poured Aunt An a cup of water, "Aunt, look at how worried you are, what happened?"

"Dr. Ning, my son, do you know what's going on?"

Aunt An hurriedly asked.

Two days ago, when she heard about the military hospital and her son didn't come back, she knew something had happened!

Ning Qing was An Jingguo's main doctor.

"Aunt, don't worry. Although Battalion Commander An is severely injured, he has completely controlled his body and is out of danger. You don't have to worry."

Hearing that, Aunt An heaved a sigh of relief, and said helplessly: "Back then when I sent him to be a soldier, I had thought that he could die for the country at any time, but … I didn't expect that this would be the time. "

"Aunt, who knows? We might as well get out of danger now. Battalion Commander An is fine."

"Dr. Ning, you don't know, but ever since Hu Yuehong said that my son is a trash, he had felt that something was wrong. After the child was injured by Hu Yuehong, he no longer had a smile on his face.

Aunt An was angry and angry at the same time, but in the end he could only sigh heavily.

Ning Qing could only console her: "It's fine now, aunt, you can rest easy."

She changed the topic, seeing that Aunt An's mood had improved, she let him go back.

At night.

After Ning Qing finished cleaning up, he returned to his bedroom and told Lu Qingyao about this matter.

Lu Qingyao was also surprised, and said immediately: "Probably only I can understand it! If he went out with an attitude of venting his anger, his gains were quite big. Battalion Commander An's performance was especially good this time. The higher ups commended him and estimated that the appointment letter would come out in two days. "

Ning Qing really despised the fact that the Regimental Commander Lu could actually change his emotional state to one of venting his emotions.

She casually asked, "What appointment?"

"I'll be promoted to vice leader."

The woman nodded and changed the topic. "Old and Young are writing today."

"What did the letter say?"

Lu Qingyao asked as he helped his wife make the bed.

"It's nothing much, just gave me an overview of the situation over there, and even told me that Han Jiandong and I have become competitors, and also told me to write a letter to our mother to report that we are doing well, saying that the market is not bad, and that we can go back during New Year's."

Lu Qingyao's eyes sank. Han Jiandong!

"Regimental Commander Lu."

When he returned to his senses, he saw his wife putting her hands on her hips in anger and smiling apologetically, "What's wrong?"

"I'm talking to you!"

"Sorry, wife, say it again."

"I said, old and young, can we go back during New Year's? How can I answer that?"

Lu Qingyao calculated the time, "If I'm not clear about this time, I should send that regiment to patrol, there's no need to return for now."

"Oh."

Regimental Commander Lu began to coax his wife.

Half a month later.

Ning Qing was on vacation today.

She sat under the Purple Vine Flower, sewing clothes for Lu Qingyao while listening to the radio.

Lu Qingyao saw this scene from the outside when he returned.

"Wife."

Ning Qing looked over there and said in surprise, "Why are you back so early today?"

"I'm going out."

The woman nodded and prepared to pack up for Lu Qingyao.

Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain on his hand.

She looked at the gush of blood and felt her heart flutter. She asked, "Where are you going?"

Seeing that she had not woken up, Lu Qingyao's entire face tensed up, pretending to be at ease: "Wife, it's been so many years since you've asked me."

The woman looked over doubtfully. Just as she wanted to say something, she heard the man say, "Go south, maybe we'll meet old and young again."

To the south?

~ Doesn't that mean Han Jiandong is there too? Could it be that it was him who said that Lu Qingyao would die, and it was this time?

Seeing his wife sitting there without moving, Lu Qingyao stared worriedly at the ground and walked over, pulling her hand, "It's just a small mission, it's no big deal. Let's go, help me pack my stuff when we get back."