After hearing this, Ye Zhengjun, Zheng Xuefeng, and Zhao Yong couldn’t help but laugh again, easily imagining the scene of the tearful Little Fatty in the photo, they were eager to meet him.
"If you have a chance, let your wife bring your child to the army to see you and your living environment," Ye Zhengjun advised.
At this, Lu Jiang was taken aback. "Didn’t it say that there’s no place to accommodate family members who come to visit?"
That was why he had sent that kind of letter to his wife. Firstly, he didn’t want to cause trouble for the army, and secondly, he didn’t want his wife and son to endure hardships by coming to this harsh place, a highland region, prone to lack of oxygen.
Ye Zhengjun calmly replied, "At the end of the year, there will be a culture and arts group from the Capital coming for a comfort performance. They are making huge preparations. The army is arranging accommodations for them, so they can rest and deliver a good performance. If the staff of the culture and arts group have a place to stay, why shouldn’t the families of our soldiers also have a place to stay when they come to visit?"
"It’s different," Zheng Xuefeng hurriedly responded.
The cultural group’s comfort performance aims to raise the morale of the frontline soldiers, while the arrival of family members might only incite feelings of sentimentality.
However, as Ye Zhengjun mentioned, if the cultural group has a place to stay, family members who come to visit should too. At the very least, when Feng Qingxue and her son come, they can stay in Lu Jiang’s quarters, right?
Lu Jiang was both tempted and hesitant.
"Are you worried that your wife and child won’t be able to adapt to the local conditions?" Zhao Yong asked.
"Yes!" Lu Jiang admitted. "There’s a world of difference between the plains and highland regions. We soldiers took quite some time to adapt when we arrived here, let alone the two of them? I’d rather they live well while we’re separated. I don’t want them to suffer from the harsh climate here and risk their health."
Zhao Yong patted him on the shoulder. "I think you should ask your wife’s opinion."
Everyone could see how deeply Feng Qingxue loved Lu Jiang. She was considerate in every aspect of life.
Lu Jiang gritted his teeth. "Fine, after dinner I’ll send her a telegram."
Telegrams are much faster than letters, especially urgent ones. Not long after, Feng Qingxue had received it.
Although it was only a few words, she understood his meaning.
"Go, of course go! Why not? I don’t want Xibao, at the age when he needs his father’s companionship the most, to only be able to recognize his father from a photo!" Feng Qingxue insisted. "It’s perfect, the autumn harvest is complete, and whether I am there during the winter doesn’t make a difference." Regarding medical conditions, except for childbirths, Guan Cheng has studied very well in other areas.
"Go, don’t worry about things at home." Aunt Xu said, "The kids are all grown up and can take care of themselves. Even Gangzi can wash his own clothes now. There’s enough food at home, they won’t freeze or starve."
Feng Qingyun nodded in agreement, "Yes, sister, I can wash my clothes and cook by myself, you don’t have to worry."
Having a sister and brother-in-law living separately for a long period of time isn’t a good thing.
Sometimes when she used to wander around the Wanglou Brigade, she heard the adults saying that this kind of situation could harm the relationship between a husband and wife. During the war period, many soldiers had revolutionary partners outside and ignored their wives at home.
Only Father Lu was worried about Xibao, "Can Xibao bear this?"
When it came to Xibao, everyone fell silent.
Looking at Xibao, who was licking the egg residue at the bottom of the bowl, they couldn’t help but worry.
...Three Chapters for now, I need more votes, the more the merrier, grinning.