Lu Jiang looked at his eloquent wife, his eyes revealing a deep affection even he was unaware of.
Lu’s father, on the other hand, nodded his head contentedly, and then admitted his mistake, "Yes, yes, indeed, I shouldn’t judge people based on how they were in the past, after all, people can change in just a few days. Ajiang, your father was wrong, please understand."
"Father!" Lu Jiang quickly prevented his father from getting off his chair, "Father, don’t torment me ! I know you criticize me out of love, wanting me to become better. Rest assured, once I go back, I will read more, observe things, work, and keep quiet. I swear I won’t be the fool that brings irreversible trouble to the family anymore."
At hearing the words "go back," Lu’s father and Feng Qingxue both felt particularly uncomfortable.
The most painful things in life are the partings caused by death or distance.
Therefore, Feng Qingxue cherished the remaining time even more. The couple spent their days cooking together, reading together, but their peace was often disrupted by the mischievous Xibao.
Eight months old, Xibao had become more adept at crawling, even the heavy cotton clothes couldn’t restrain him.
He panted his way over the blankets that were piled at the edge of the bed to prevent him from falling. Xibao shouted once, and rolled under the bed. Just as he was about to fall onto his back on the floor with his eyes closed, Lu Jiang, who was still immersed in his book, caught him with lightning speed, then lifted him into his arms.
Xibao turned his eyeballs under his eyelids and suddenly opened his eyes. Looking at Lu Jiang’s strongly-featured face, he happily waved his hands and kicked his legs. When Lu Jiang held him upright, he climbed up without hesitation.
Unable to climb up, Xibao’s little hand slapped Lu Jiang’s shoulder, "Ah ah ah ah ah!"
Lu Jiang had become very familiar with his son’s gestures, so he let Xibao ride on his neck.
Xibao happily slapped Lu Jiang’s head, kicking his legs, urging him to go outside.
Lu Jiang resigned himself to it, "Alright alright, Daddy will take you outside, but you have to put on your hat first and let Daddy put on his coat."
Lu Jiang put on his military coat, and Xibao put on his tiger head hat and red scarf. Feng Qingxue put a pair of gloves with a string on him, then covered him with a small cotton cloak. "Don’t stay out too long."
The snow doesn’t make it cold, but the melted snow does, even though it had stopped snowing and the snow hadn’t melted yet, the temperature was extremely low, cold enough to freeze water instantly.
"Got it!" Lu Jiang lifted up his chubby son and dashed out. The sound of their laughter echoed within the courtyard, Lu Jiang’s voice particularly loud, "Come on, chubby son, call Daddy, Daddy!"
"No not ’ah ah,’ say ’Daddy,’ ’Daddy,’ ’Daddy,’ ’Daddy’!"
"Not Mama, it’s Daddy, listen to me, Daddy, Daddy!"
Feng Qingxue chuckled, for a moment it sounded like Lu Jiang was calling his son "Daddy."
The sound of the gate opening came, their conversation fading as the father and son pair moved farther away, they must have gone outside to play. Lu Jiang’s favorite thing to do now was to walk around with Xibao in his arms, receiving compliments from everyone, especially when they praised Xibao for being cute and looking exactly like him, it gave him a sense of pride.
In the bedroom now by herself, Feng Qingxue sifted through historical materials in her mind using her telepathy. The name Wang Xinsheng was very familiar to her.