Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife

After Commander Chen, Ye Zhengjun and others arrived in the capital, they first asked the guards to deliver the things Lu Jiang and his comrades asked them to bring to Feng Qingxue Niang and the others. They went to see the old leaders themselves and were surprised when they learned of this incident. .

It seems that Xibao is always at home no matter where he is!

Xibao, who is like a fish in water, is shouting happily at home, "My shoes! My hats! My pillows! My insects..."

He dove into the newly opened luggage bag, clasping his hands and kicking his feet outside.

After it was inserted, Xibao felt that something was wrong. He was so suffocated that he couldn't breathe and kicked his legs around. Please help!

Fortunately, Wang Fengqiao reacted quickly and quickly pulled him out, put it aside, looked through the things he had brought, and smiled at Feng Qingxue: "Lu Jiang is very careful, and Fu Bao will need all the things he packed."

Xibao's swaddling clothes, clothes and other items are brightly colored and can be worn as a girl's Fubao.

Feng Qingxue agreed very much.

Although there were things cobbled together by comrades and relatives and friends, the quantity was not enough. A few days ago, a comrade gave birth to a baby, and Feng Qingxue asked Father Lu to bring Xibao to deliver some supplies and milk powder. The remaining If Fubao wets his swaddling clothes or diapers more than twice, and the washed swaddling clothes or diapers have not been dried yet, Fubao can only be wrapped in a big quilt by the wind and snow.

Moreover, the things Feng Qingxue prepared for her son were of better quality, soft and durable.

As for other aspects, due to heavy snow closing the mountains, supplies for the border troops were hard-won, so Lu Jiang declined the kindness of his comrades and only entrusted Commander Chen with several months' wages and tickets to deliver to Feng Qingxue, without food. class stuff.

Faith is the most important thing.

A thick stack of letters, each one recording Lu Jiang's feelings and longings at that time, as well as his deep apology.

"Every time after training, in the dead of night, I think about you, you, you and Xibao, and our unborn child. You take care of two children by yourself and take care of work at the same time. It's very hard, and I, as a disciple, Stay here to worry about it.”

"It is said that the wind and sand in the capital are very strong. I wonder if you and Xibao are used to it?"

"This year there is abundant water and grass, and there are flocks of horses, cattle, and sheep. Everyone says that the situation is better than last year, which can alleviate the food shortage. I deeply agree."

"I went to the snow-capped mountains to train my troops. I picked two snow lotuses by chance, but they were not as beautiful as your beauty."

"Autumn is coming to an end and winter is coming, and the mountains are covered with heavy snow. I wonder what the weather is like in the capital? Remember to put on extra clothes to avoid the cold."

"I received a telegram saying that Fu Bao weighed eight pounds and two taels when he was born. There must be something thrilling about it, which scared me."

"Jin Zhuzhu is happy, please let me know."

"It's been a long time. I miss you. Do you miss me?"

Feng Qingxue sat on the kang and read it carefully. She could completely feel the tenderness and sweetness between the lines, and her cheeks couldn't help but turn red.

After being separated for half a year, how can I not miss you?

A heart can't wait to turn into a somersault cloud and be reunited with the lover in an instant.

"Mom, it's hot! It's hot!" Xibao, who climbed onto the kang with a basket of straw worms and prepared to give it to his sister to play with, saw it all at once and pointed at his plump cheeks, "It's hot!"

Feng Qingxue did not deny it, covering her face and said: "Yes, the room is too hot."

Xibao sat down on the kang and touched his face, "No, it's not hot!"

"Mom is an adult, so you feel hot. You are a child, so you are not hot. Go and play with yours!" Feng Qingxue said plausibly, folding the letters she had read one by one and putting them into envelopes, and then put them away.