Chapter 376

Xiang Yubao and Gu Hangbao cared about their face. Hearing their sister's voice, their expressions stiffened, and they quickly wiped away their tears.

Their eyes were slightly red.

"You saw wrong!" Gu Hangbao said loudly.

Seeing Yaobao was frightened by her brother's loud voice and shrank her neck, burying her little face in her father's arms.

Gu Chenghuai "Tsk"ed, his tone dissatisfied, "Why are you being so loud, it's not like you're shouting slogans."

He frightened his precious daughter.

Gu Hangbao pursed his lips.

Partial.

Lin Zhao rubbed Gu Hangbao's face, and the child immediately stuck to her, hugging his mother's arm, smiling happily.

"Bao, you squeezed Little Gold and Coal Ball," Lin Zhao reminded softly.

Gu Hangbao moved aside, touched his little friends through the cloth, "Sorry, I didn't mean to."

Coal Ball pinched its throat and meowed.

Little Gold touched Gu Hangbao's hand through the cloth.

Halfway through the ox cart ride, they picked up Lin Heling, Song Xiwei, and Qiao Hui who were waiting halfway, and the ox cart went toward the train station.

Lin Heling sat cross-legged on a mat woven from straw, Qian Bao and Seeing Yaobao sitting by his legs. He found a thick little quilt to cover them, and cast his gaze on Xiang Yubao and Gu Hangbao.

"Cried?"

Xiang Yubao's complexion was slightly red.

Gu Hangbao defended himself, "We couldn't bear to part with Grandpa and Grandma and Li Bao, we couldn't help it..."

Lin Heling said: "When you get to the station, go wash your face, and then apply some face oil, otherwise your face will hurt."

The brothers touched their faces; they had already started to hurt.

Seeing the two eldest grandsons listless, not as energetic as usual, Song Xiwei comforted them, "Your Grandpa and I will often go to the military area to see you. If you want to come back, we'll bring you back. It's just such a small matter, not worth crying about."

"... En." The twins, who considered themselves big children, showed shame.

Song Xiwei rubbed her grandsons' heads and didn't say anything else.

Five adults and four children traveling was very easy; the trouble was carrying two big dogs.

In the end, Da Huang and Xiao Xiao Hu Po were carried onto the car by Gu Chenghuai and Song Xiwei, one by one.

They booked a sleeper, and the four beds in a carriage were all theirs.

The two dogs didn't look afraid when they came to a strange place, squatting at the door of the carriage, their big heads leaning against their front paws, their eyes following their little masters, not running or barking.

"Da Huang, Xiao Xiao Hu Po, you're really great," Xiang Yubao secretly stuffed dried meat to the two dogs.

This dried meat was saved from his own mouth, two small pieces.

"Gu Zhiyu," Lin Zhao called him.

Xiang Yubao hurriedly stood up, blinking his black, bright eyes, with an innocent expression.

"Don't pretend to be innocent, come here," Lin Zhao said with a stern face.

The little friend walked over honestly.

He said in a low voice: "I saved it with great difficulty."

"I didn't say that," Lin Zhao pulled him in front of her, tidied up her son's collar, "Did I not say to be low-key when you're out? What's the situation with you just now?"

"I looked around, no one noticed me," Xiang Yubao explained eagerly.

"Don't play little tricks, Bao," Lin Zhao held his face, her expression gentle.

Xiang Yubao met his mother's eyes, his high-raised little tail fell softly, and he said obediently: "Got it."

"Be low-key, don't let people find out that Da Huang and Xiao Xiao Hu Po eat very well, otherwise you will be envied and it will cause trouble."

He repeated Lin Zhao's words word for word.

Lin Zhao wrapped her arms around her son's small body, and said softly: "Be on guard against others, be cautious when you're out, don't be careless."

Xiang Yubao nodded solemnly.

Gu Hangbao also kept these words in his heart.

The brothers didn't know that these words helped them avoid a lot of trouble in the days after the opening.

Listen to Mom, and you will prosper.

That's a later story.

Four beds; Qiao Hui and Lin Zhao both had small frames, so the two of them slept in one bed.

Gu Chenghuai took the twins, and Lin Heling and Song Xiwei each took one grandson.

Qiao Hui really didn't say much, the kind who wouldn't say a word all day. She was very diligent and was the kind of girl the elders liked who had work in her eyes. Often without people saying much, she would have done the work that should be done, but she wouldn't just fool people. Qiao Hui would observe carefully, be good at thinking, and within two days, she was at ease.

Such a person who didn't like to talk even took over the job of buying meals on the third day.

Lin Zhao was very satisfied.

With such a capable helper, she saved a lot of worry, and even sitting in the car didn't feel boring!

At this time, Lin Zhao was sitting on the lower bunk. She moved her butt toward Song Xiwei's side, smiling happily.

"Mom, Sister Hui is not bad, you found a good helper for me, I love you to death," she said, hanging on Song Xiwei like a koala.

Song Xiwei couldn't help it, afraid she would fall, held onto Zhaozhao's body, and pulled her up.

"Be careful not to fall to the ground," she said helplessly.

Lin Heling handed over tea with a smile, "If she falls, she won't pay attention to people for at least three days. Our Zhao Bao has loved face since she was a child."

"Dad~~" Lin Zhao called out coquettishly, her tone carrying waves, her chin resting on her mother's shoulder, entangling her, "Mom, I'm so big, and Dad is still laughing at me."

Song Xiwei was full of smiles, saying: "You're so big and still acting coquettishly with me, it's nothing for your Dad to laugh at you."

Lin Heling's health was poor before, so she didn't have the heart to tinker with herself, wearing dark clothes all year round, her hair was short, and when it grew, she tied it behind her head with a rubber band. If it weren't for the sharp aura of not being easy to mess with, she would be no different from ordinary women, and her face inevitably had some traces of time.

Her husband's health recovered, and she received the golden words of Old Man Meng, saying that Lin Heling's weakness was gone and he would be healthy in the future.

Song Xiwei regained her desire to dress up—

Added a few brightly colored clothes, did a trendy hairstyle... a short haircut with many layers. Her hair was thick and black, and she just grabbed it a few times after washing, which was very stylish.

Wearing the cashmere sweater her daughter filialized, and outside was the brown long-length plush coat her husband bought her, standing there, the momentum was strong, as if on a runway.

"Mom is fragrant, I just want to stick to Mom," Lin Zhao simply lay down, her head resting on her mother's legs.

Song Xiwei moved her legs to make her daughter lie more comfortably, untied Lin Zhao's braids, and combed them gently with her fingers.

One time after another, the Lin family Zhao Bao was sleepy.

She narrowed her eyes happily.

"Mom is really beautiful, I like watching Mom dress up," Lin Zhao turned on her side and hugged Song Xiwei's waist like when she was a child.

"Mom, you must be like this in the future, I don't want to see you get old, you must stay young forever," her voice was muffled.

The first time she saw a white hair grow on her mother's head, Lin Zhao felt the sky had collapsed, crying like a child who had lost a treasure, and couldn't be happy for a long time.

Since then, Song Xiwei didn't dare to pull her hair in front of her daughter, for fear that she would see the white hair buried in the black hair. Not only that, she also ate a lot of things to nourish her hair in private. It was a pity it didn't work.

But the turning point came soon.

Zhaozhao sent a few bottles of shampoo. After using them, she found that the white hair under the black hair was turning black, and the hair quality was slowly getting better.

The couple felt strange, but didn't ask much, only thinking that Zhaozhao was lucky and had good fortune.

Good things happened one after another in the Lin family, and the villagers also thought they were in high spirits because of happy events, so they didn't take the fact that the two were getting younger to heart.

Song Xiwei pinched Lin Zhao's nose tip and sighed, "Who can stay young forever? Everyone will get old, you will have to accept the fact that your Dad and I will get old sooner or later."

Lin Zhao didn't want to listen, raised her left hand, and covered her ears.

"I don't want to listen."

She buried herself in Song Xiwei's lower abdomen, her clear and pleasant voice muffled, "I feel uncomfortable just thinking about it, my heart feels uncomfortable like a big stone is pressing on it."

"... Don't say it, don't say these things," Song Xiwei patted her daughter's back gently, combing her long hair for her.

It's like this when the period comes, even if the stomach is not uncomfortable, the mood will be affected...

At this time, Gu Chenghuai came back with a hot water bag.

"Wife, the hot water bag is here, one to warm the stomach, one to warm the feet."

Lin Zhao didn't move her body, nor did she look back, her left arm stretching backward.

Gu Chenghuai approached her, bent down slightly, lifted the corner of the quilt, stuffed the hot water bag into the soles of her feet, and put the other one next to her lower abdomen.

Noticing that his wife's mood was not high, he sank in his heart and asked worriedly: "Is your stomach very uncomfortable? Should I brew you a cup of brown sugar water? Want to drink brown sugar water or milk powder?"

"Don't want either," Lin Zhao said.

Song Xiwei gave her son-in-law a look, "Chenghuai, you sit down and rest for a while, let Zhaozhao squint for a while."

She knew her daughter, she would be fine after a while.

Gu Chenghuai wanted to carry his wife back to his own bed, but knew that Zhaozhao's mood was sensitive at this time and she would definitely think he was annoying, so he had to give up, his tightly furrowed eyebrows not relaxing.

Is it very uncomfortable?

He felt very sorry for her, wishing he could suffer for his wife.

Why does it have to come once every month?!

Song Xiwei caught a glimpse of her son-in-law's cold and stern face; he had been looking at the treasure in her arms.

She couldn't help but laugh, patted Lin Zhao's shoulder, and said softly: "You just toss your man, look at how anxious you made him. Chenghuai thought your Dad and I bullied you, bad girl."

Lin Zhao's cold feet were warm, her stomach was also hot, and she was patted comfortably, the whole person drowsy.

"I didn't toss him," she defended herself muddledly.

"Okay, you didn't toss him, you tossed your own mother," Song Xiwei laughed helplessly.

"Really spoiled by your Dad," she glared at Lin Heling who was drinking tea.

Lin Heling: "??"

"How is it spoiled by me?" His smile was gentle, his voice unhurried, "You also spoiled her no less. Your daughter wanted a shuttlecock, you plucked all the feathers from the chickens raised at home, found the best-looking feathers to make it for her. Zhaozhao complained that the domestic chicken feathers weren't bright enough, so you specifically went up the mountain to hunt wild chickens, and used wild chicken feathers to remake it for her..."

So who is spoiling the child more?

Song Xiwei was speechless.

Some things are not easy to say in public; it was who stuffed gold bars and jewelry to her daughter... spoiling her without boundaries, spending money without counting.

Catching a glimpse of the cashmere sweater on her body, she thought this money was well spent, thin and warm, making people unable to take it off once they put it on.

Lin Zhao listened to her parents "bickering," felt it was strange, and laughed until her shoulders shrugged.

"You bad girl, you are secretly laughing at me and your Dad," Song Xiwei looked down at the girl with black hair and white skin on her legs.

Lin Zhao raised her eyes, "Not laughing, just feeling it's strange."

"What's strange?" Song Xiwei poked her forehead.

"I haven't seen Mom and Dad bicker, isn't this strange?"

Lin Heling put down the teacup and said unhurriedly: "This is not bickering, your Mom and I never bicker, whatever your Mom says in our house is what it is."

Lin Zhao covered her teeth exaggeratedly, "My teeth are so sour."

Her body was sour from lying down, so she sat up and subconsciously kneaded her mother's legs.

"No need to knead, no feeling, not sour or numb," Song Xiwei stopped her action.

Lin Zhao raised her thumb, "As expected of my Mom."

Turning her gaze to Gu Chenghuai, she said softly: "I want to drink water, cool water."

I don't know what's going on, her stomach and feet are cold when the period comes, but her palms are hot, feeling hot, and only drinking something cool makes her feel comfortable.

Gu Chenghuai knew this habit of his wife, half-squatted down, held her hand, and said gently and patiently: "If you drink cool water, your stomach will be uncomfortable. Drink a few sips of warm water, if you think it's tasteless, I'll brew a few red dates for you."

Knowing that Zhaozhao couldn't stand him pressing his voice to speak, he deliberately lowered his voice. The low voice was crisp, as if a warm breath brushed past her ears, and her whole body softened.

Lin Zhao's slender white fingers held the corner of the quilt, her hand exerting a little force, pulling the quilt to cover her face, only revealing a pair of watery eyes.

"Okay."

Her hair was messy, lazily resting in front of her, nodding obediently and softly, like a small cake that was fragrant but not greasy.

Gu Chenghuai's black eyes deepened, his throat tight.

His wife is so obedient, he really wants to hold her in his arms and not let go.

He took the warm water that had been cooled from the table and handed it to Lin Zhao's hand.

"Drink a sip."

Lin Zhao's palms were very hot, burning her until she was irritable, the whole person listless, the kind who wanted to lose her temper.

She endured it.

She took the enamel jar and drank.

The water temperature was not hot, nor cool, just a degree that could be drunk.

She drank two sips and didn't want to drink anymore.

Gu Chenghuai didn't force her, put back the enamel jar, and still held his wife's hand, "I'll knead your stomach, you lie down and sleep for a while?"

Seeing Zhaozhao uncomfortable, he was also uncomfortable.

"What if I can't sleep?" Being loved so wholeheartedly, Lin Zhao couldn't help but be pretentious.

"It's okay, I'll coax you to sleep," Gu Chenghuai said.

Lin Zhao reached out to him.

The man picked up his wife and put her on the lower bunk opposite.

The couple talked, and Lin Heling and Song Xiwei walked out of the carriage to the aisle to exercise their bodies.

The four cubs were sleeping soundly on the upper bunk.

The sound of the train clanking was not to mention how hypnotic it was.

Qiao Hui accidentally caught a glimpse of the interaction between Lin Zhao and her husband, stunned, her mind flashing through that unbearable marriage of her own.

Before seeing a normal marital relationship, she didn't find that relationship abnormal. After seeing more of the interaction between Zhaozhao and Regiment Commander Gu, Qiao Hui knew... her marriage was deformed and wrong.

The men in this world are not just selfish, irresponsible, bullying the weak and fearing the strong, and hypocritical like her ex-husband, but also have Regiment Commander Gu who loves his wife and children, is capable, and respects people.

Fortunately, she escaped that place.

Qiao Hui felt the heavy object on her shoulders leave her body.

She was reborn.

Zhaozhao...

Thank you.

Qiao Hui muttered in her heart.

Lin Zhao didn't know these things yet, she was very curious about how her man would coax her to sleep.

"Close your eyes, Zhaozhao," Gu Chenghuai's distinct-jointed hand covered her eyes, lowering his voice.

"Closed," Lin Zhao pulled his hand down and put it back on her small stomach.

Gu Chenghuai kneaded gently clockwise, his voice clear and powerful.

"... The core of the army's code of conduct, emphasizing 'all actions follow commands' 'do not take a needle or thread from the masses'..."

Lin Zhao: "???"