Space Spirit Spring: Farmhouse Qiao Jun’s Wife

   “During the Warring States Period, all the heroes in the world came out side by side, big and small vassals competed in the Central Plains.”

   “Heroes are created in troubled times. There is a master who lives in the ghost valley. He knows astronomy and geography, and he knows the art of war and battle formation. The world is honored as Guiguzi.”

   “Guiguzi had two proud disciples in his life, one was Sun Bin and the other was Pang Juan. At the invitation of Wei State, Pang Juan went out of the mountain before Sun Bin, and Guiguzi passed the lost “Sun Tzu’s Art of War” to Sun Bin alone…”

   said in a deep voice, embellishing the quiet night more elegantly and warmly.

  Su Haitang stupidly looked at the small comic book under the spotlight of the white flashlight, and glanced at He Junfeng’s gleaming eyes and white teeth, slowly closed his surprised mouth, and put down the math textbook he was holding.

   Really want to tell her a bedtime story, or a historical military story of thirty-six strategies. As expected of the head of He Da, his consciousness is high.

   But he speaks well and has a nice voice.

  Su Haitang’s sitting posture became more and more relaxed, and her eyelids slowly drooped down…

   “Haitang, get up for breakfast.”

  Su Haitang opened her eyes and was confused at the last unfamiliar but somewhat familiar face.

   “Is the good boy exhausted? Get up and go to bed after dinner. Grandma brought you millet porridge, steamed buns, soy milk fried dough sticks, tofu brain, see which one you like.”

  Yuan Yingchao happily took a new dress and shook it out to show her.

   “Would you like to wear this? How festive it is red and bright! I have prepared the autumn clothes, johns, sweaters and socks for you. Put them on and call your grandma to take a look.”

  Su Haitang blinked and grabbed the quilt embarrassedly, a little unable to bear the enthusiasm from her grandmother.

   “Hello. Um, have you eaten yet?”

  The Chinese people used Bailing’s greetings to say hello. At this time, Su Haitang, who was a little embarrassed, remembered it and used it very smoothly.

   “Oh, grandma’s good granddaughter is really filial, thinking about grandma? Grandma is waiting to eat with you. Still sleepy? Come, grandma will help you up and raise your hand.”

  Yuan Yingchao smiled like a flower, took care of Su Haitang like a three-year-old child, and had to help her dress herself.

  Su Haitang quickly sat up and rubbed back, pulling a little distance to pick up the clothes in her hand.

   “I wear it myself. What about the others?”

  Su Haitang looked around the room, it was empty.

  Yuan Yingchao laughed heartily.

   “Little girl is still ashamed of me. Don’t worry about your mother, she was in good condition this morning and was anxious to be discharged home. Your father went with her for a checkup.”

  Su Haitang was a little worried. “is it okay?”

  Yuan Yingchao handed her clothes with a kind face.

“Listen to the doctor. Your mother is afraid that you will not rest well in the hospital and insists on being discharged from the hospital. She is so happy to see you, the old tree blooms even more in spring, and I see her illness, she is really getting better! It’s called heart disease and heart medicine is needed.”

  Yuan Yingchao is an old revolutionary who has experienced vicissitudes of life. When he was young, he also saw examples of success in the old society. He is open-minded, cheerful, positive and optimistic, and is an old man who is easy to get along with.

  Su Haitang also looked forward to Yan Fangqiong’s well-being, and was very happy to hear this.

“that’s great.”

  The grandfather and grandson were talking when the door was knocked, and then a few people came in lightly.

   “The girl is awake? Why didn’t you sleep for a while, the train is very tired. Is the old sister here?”

  Bai Fengming greeted him first, put down the large and small bags in his hand, and sat beside Su Haitang’s bed, looking at her nearby.

   “Like, carved out of the same mold as Fang Qiong when she was a child.”

   As she said, she took out a thick album, put on reading glasses and turned it over to Su Haitang.

   “Look, this is a photo of your mother before, doesn’t it look a lot like you?”