Chapter 745 The storm is coming 3

The ticket home was scheduled for eight o'clock in the evening. Father Lu didn't have many things. He brought a change of clothes, dry food prepared by Wang Fengqiao and Feng Qingxue, gifts from the old leader, and clothes and nutritional supplements prepared by Feng Qingxue for the children at home. Wait, there will be no other luggage.

Father Lu felt that it would not be safe to take home the things he bought at the flea market or the black market if he faced inspection. The army is different. As Guo Yan said, the army is relatively stable, and Lu Jiang's status is not low. Most people will not come to check, so Feng Qingxue takes them all back to the army. The reason is that there is a shortage of bowls, chopsticks and cups in the army family home. Disk and so on.

Therefore, after sending his daughter-in-law and others onto the bus, Father Lu had enough time to send a telegram to his son, telling him that his daughter-in-law had boarded the bus today and asked him to pick her up at the train station so as not to let his mother-in-law get off the bus. Even if there is no response, there is enough time for Lan Tianming to handle the remaining matters, so as not to leave a bad impression on the homeowner.

Lan Tianming smiled and said: "Comrade Lu, please don't worry, I will convey your wishes to the landlord."

Although those pieces of furniture were heavy and old, they made the originally empty room seem a bit lively.

When Jiang Xiaoyue rushed over panting, Father Lu had already reached the door.

"Uncle Lu, where are Sister Xue, Xibao and the others?" He craned his neck and didn't see Feng Qingxue and Xibao coming out. Lan Tianming locked the door, and Jiang Xiaoyue's eyes almost popped out.

Father Lu smiled and said, "Comrade Xiaoyue? They have already set off for the morning train."

Jiang Xiaoyue kept stamping her feet, "Sister Xue and Xibao Fubao left so suddenly. Without saying hello in advance, I was not prepared at all! They left, what should I do with the things I bought for Xibao?"

She thought for a while, and when she saw the luggage that Father Lu was carrying, she put the loaded net bag into Father Lu's hand.

"Comrade Xiaoyue!"

Father Lu opened his mouth to refuse, but Jiang Xiaoyue said: "Uncle Lu, isn't he going home too? What would it be like to come to the capital and go back without bringing some specialties? I remember Sister Xue said that there are several children at home, so just bring Go back and give it to the child, who would let Xibao not have this blessing! Okay, I'm leaving, there is no need to distinguish between me and Sister Xue!"

Worried that Father Lu would not accept her, Jiang Xiaoyue ran and said. After she finished speaking, she disappeared.

Father Lu couldn't catch up with her because of his old arms and legs and his luggage.

"This issue……"

Lan Tianming smiled and said: "Comrade Xiaoyue is kind-hearted, so Comrade Lu will accept it."

At this point, Father Lu couldn't help but accept it. Instead, he kept this favor in his heart and sent a telegram or letter to his son and daughter-in-law after returning home to let them know about it.

"Okay, Comrade Lan, I'm leaving. I don't know whether Xibao was honest or not in the car."

They had only been separated for a long time, and Father Lu began to miss his grandson.

At this moment, Xibao was not honest at all. He was lying on the berth, kicking his feet in the air with no shoes and only socks, squeaking, but his voice was long and plaintive, "My big brother." Horse, my big horse!”

Feng Qingxue was breastfeeding Fu Bao and was too lazy to pay attention to him.

No tears came out, and you could tell it was fake crying.

"Mom!" Xibao howled for a while and realized he was bored. He turned over and lay on the bed, sticking his butt out, crossing his feet, leaning his elbows on the bed, and holding his chin with his two fat hands, "Mom, baby, baby!"

"I know you are a baby, there is no need to remind me!" Feng Qingxue said coldly and unmotherly.

What the brat means is that I am Xibao, and you have to comfort me.

. . . . . . After thinking about it, I’ll add another chapter. I’ll update it at five or six in the afternoon.