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

Ye Zhengjun ignored her and asked Xibao directly, "Xibao, do you want to go out to play?"

"Yeah!" The little guy nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, "Grandpa, let's play!"

"Then grandpa will take you out, okay?"

"Okay!" He answered crisply and loudly, pointing to the door and urging Ye Zhengjun, "Play, play."

Ye Zhengjun said to Feng Qingxue: "Okay, Comrade Qingxue, I will take Xibao away and deliver it to you intact later. Don't worry. Bring Xibao's hat, scarf and gloves."

Feng Qingxue was extremely helpless. Do old people like to spoil children?

He cannot be beaten or scolded.

After putting on Xibao's hat, scarf and gloves, Feng Qingxue took the opportunity to wipe his face and dust him off, and Feng Qingxue slapped his butt angrily.

The little guy reacted so quickly that he stretched out his hand to cover his butt. Even if he couldn't reach it, it didn't stop him from bravely complaining to Ye Zhengjun: "Spank my mother, spank my grandpa, spank my butt!"

"Did mom beat you? Is mom bad?"

After hearing Ye Zhengjun's question, the little guy stopped talking and secretly looked at Feng Qingxue with his big eyes.

Ye Zhengjun and Xu Jin burst into laughter. This boy, with his eyes, actually knew that the word bad was not a good word.

"Then you say goodbye to mom. Grandpa will take you out to play and watch your uncles train."

As soon as Ye Zhengjun finished speaking, Xibao waved to Feng Qingxue, "Bye, mom, bye."

"Then kiss your mother." The only road in front of Feng Qingxue was compromise.

Xibao seemed to be afraid that if he got close to his mother, her mother would leave him alone and not let him go out to play. He puckered up and kissed the palm of his hand hard, then flew towards Feng Qingxue.

Ye Zhengjun and Xu Jin were once again amused from ear to ear.

"Oh, Comrade Qingxue, free up your lunch box for me and I'll take it away." Ye Zhengjun thought of his lunch box before going out.

"Comrade Commander, we two have nothing in need. You don't have to give me this or that next time."

"It's not for you to eat. It's for Xibao. You have no right to refuse."

Feng Qingxue had no choice but to pour the mutton soup from the lunch box into her own lunch box. Before she could wash it, she asked Xu Jin to take the empty lunch box and said, "Comrade Qingxue, you have a good rest at home. We will take Xibao away."

"Bye!" Xibao kept waving his little chubby hand without any nostalgia.

Ye Zhengjun carried Xibao to the camp and received a warm welcome. The popularity far exceeded the performance of the cultural troupe.

Xibao was extremely excited when he saw the soldiers running on the dirt road in the camp.

During training, soldiers will carry weapons and ammunition and be fully armed to enhance their load-bearing capacity.

It's not dark at all now, you can see clearly.

"Gun! Gun!" Xibao was trembling all over, pointing at the large troops running past. Almost all of them were carrying guns.

Ye Zhengjun said to him with a smile: "Yes, it is a gun. It is a soldier's gun. It is a gun used to protect the home and the country! Xibao, when you grow up, how about you come over and learn to use a gun from grandpa?"

"Okay!" Xibao replied loudly, staring at the gun with his big eyes.

Zhao Yong came from a distance and raised something in his hand.

Xibao's sharp eyes saw it immediately and said excitedly: "Gun! Gun!"

Pushing Ye Zhengjun's shoulder, urging him to walk towards Zhao Yong, "Grandpa, grandpa, grandpa, gun!"

Ye Zhengjun turned around and saw the wooden gun in Zhao Yong's hand, "Who made the gun? It's very realistic."