Mi Yang was a little baby and had no human rights at all. He wanted to move his hands and feet, but he was tied up so tightly that he couldn't break free at all. He could only lie on his back and cry "Yiyiah" for a long time, trying to express his dissatisfaction.
The two people who had just become parents had no idea what he meant. Mi Yang's father, Mi Zehai, had a young and energetic face and said proudly, "The voice is loud, just like me!"
Mi Yang's mother's name is Cheng Qing. She is about 25 years old. Her figure and appearance are outstanding. Her oval face looks particularly friendly. When she smiles, her eyes are curved. She said softly, "My nose looks like yours, too."
Mi Zehai looked at his wife and then at his son, and said cheerfully, "That's true, but his eyes and mouth look like yours. People say that sons take after their mothers. Our son will definitely be a handsome boy, so he won't have to worry about finding a wife in the future!"
Cheng Qing pushed him and said shyly, "What nonsense are you talking about!"
Mi Zehai said, "I am not talking nonsense. When we were in high school, you were the campus belle of our school. None of them thought that I could marry you. They were so envious!" He became proud again, not at all serious and steady. He picked up Mi Yang, rubbed his face with the stubble, kissed him and said, "Grow up quickly, son, and join the army like your father!"
Cheng Qing was protecting the baby from behind, and said angrily: "Yangyang wants to enter a military academy in the future, not like you!"
Yonezawa Kai said: "Hey, you praised me yesterday!"
Mi Yang stopped whining and simply closed his eyes and didn't look at them.
He stuffed handfuls of dog food into his mouth and he really couldn't eat any more.
A baby's body gets tired easily, and he has no concept of time as he eats and sleeps a lot, so the days pass by very quickly.
Mi Yang guessed that he was only about three or four months old, and he couldn't even roll over. A few days ago, he raised his head while lying on his stomach, which surprised his parents so much that they clapped their hands. But he didn't lie on his stomach all the time, and he lay on his back most of the time. Because he was lying down, he could only see a limited area. Occasionally, he would see the calendar and know that it was the twelfth lunar month.
Mi Yang blinked his eyes. It was the twelfth month of 1988. This time it was thorough enough that he basically had to start all over again.
After a few days, the weather became colder. After dark, the military camp was so quiet that one could hear the howling of the wind, which made the windows rattle.
Mi Yang's mother held him and leaned against the window to look at him. There was some worry on her young face. Mi Yang stretched out his little hand to touch her, and Cheng Qing held it and put it to her mouth and bit it gently. She sighed and said, "Yang Yang is worried too? Dad took the team out for training and hasn't come back yet. What do you think we'll do if the mountain is closed due to heavy snow..."
Mi Yang blinked, he remembered that his father was from the field army, and later transferred to the local area due to poor health, but he still insisted on staying in the army for more than 20 years, so he should be fine this time.
But he can't speak now, so he can only reach out and pat his mother to comfort her.
Cheng Qing teased her son for a while and felt much better. She quickly cheered up and prepared ginger soup and hot water, waiting for her husband to come back.
When Mi Zehai came back, snow particles were all over his body. He stamped his feet at the door several times before entering the inner room. After entering, his ears and face were indeed red from the cold, but his eyes were shining. When he saw his wife and children, he grinned with a mouthful of white teeth: "Qing'er, Yangyang, I'm back!"
Cheng Qing stood up and said, "Wait, I'll go get you a bowl of hot soup!"
Mi Ze Hai said with a smile: "Pour a few more bowls, there are friends coming together."
Mi Yang looked up curiously, but he was too small, and he could only see a corner even if he raised his head. There were many footsteps coming from the room outside, and someone saluted and shouted with a smile: "Hello, sister-in-law!"
Then the man enviously said: "What the deputy company commander said is true. It's great to have a wife who loves me. There's even hot soup when I come back in the evening!"
The voices outside were quite loud. It was estimated that there were not many military relatives visiting the barracks, especially in the deep mountains and old forests. They couldn't help but talk a few words when they saw people. The man said again: "Sister-in-law, you don't know, we could have come back a long time ago. When we were going down the mountain, the snow covered the road. It happened that the new political commissar was not familiar with the road and drove into a snow pit. Oh, it was fortunate that we ran into them and dug them out with the car! The political commissar's wife and child were sitting in the car. They were about the same age as our Yangyang. Their faces were blue from the cold. They looked so pitiful!"
Cheng Qing was startled and asked hurriedly: "Where are they? Are they okay now?"
The soldier smiled and said, "It's okay, the car just broke down halfway, and the deputy company commander had someone pick it up. Oh, and the political commissar said he would come to thank the deputy company commander in person later!"
Cheng Qing was a little restrained. Although Mi Zehai was now a deputy company commander, he was a poor soldier. Their family had two enamel cups, which were not enough to entertain guests. She was a little restrained. She whispered to Mi Zeguo, but Mi Zehai was obviously used to being carefree in the field army. He waved his hand and smiled, "It's okay. Political Commissar Bai has been in the army longer than me. Just find a bowl. He doesn't care about these things!"
Mi Yang was lying in the cubicle trying to turn over. He frowned when he heard this. Political Commissar Bai? Why does it sound familiar
When Mi Yang struggled to turn over, Political Commissar Bai's men also arrived. He did not come alone, but was accompanied by his wife and child. The child who was said to be frozen was wrapped in a warm cashmere blanket, and a thick small hat of the same style covered most of his face. He looked chubby.
Cheng Qing poured them two bowls of hot ginger soup and said, "Political Commissar, why did you bring your wife and children with you? What will happen if they get cold again?"
Mrs. Bai looked a few years older than Cheng Qing. She took Cheng Qing's hand and said with a smile, "It's okay. You must be the Cheng Qing that Captain Mi mentioned. He mentioned you several times on the way. Let's go inside and talk. Let these rough guys talk among themselves."
As he said that, he walked into the compartment with Cheng Qing. Cheng Qing breathed a sigh of relief after coming in. She was indeed not very good at dealing with such occasions. Instead, she felt more comfortable chatting with Mrs. Bai here.
When Mi Yang raised his head and tried to look, he was a little dumbfounded when he saw the young woman who came in with his mother. Hearing her self-introduction with a smile, his heart skipped a beat.
"Stop calling me Madam. I'm a few years older than you. My name is Luo Jiangz. You can just call me Sister Luo!" The woman took off her hat, revealing her slightly curled hair. She looked very young and fashionable. She put the child she was holding on the bed and took off his hat, revealing a serious and pretty little face. He closed his eyes and smacked his lips, with his little eyebrows furrowed. She smiled and said, "This is my son, Bai Luochuan. He's just like his father. He has a stern face all day long. He's not as lovable as your baby at all!"
Mi Yang looked at her dryly and blinked. It was not what he thought - but the name spoken by Mrs. Bai and the stunning face of the beauty in front of him were very easy to overlap with the adult Bai Luochuan. His eldest master had a good appearance, and his angry look made people feel that there was a flame in his pupils, which was very touching.
Mrs. Bai came over and touched Mi Yang's little face, and even used a handkerchief to wipe the saliva from the corners of his mouth, and said with a smile: "So cute~"
Mi Yang: “… Yeah?”
Mrs. Bai was surprised and asked, "You learned to speak so quickly?"
Cheng Qing smiled and said, "No, I just had nothing to do here, so I found a book of Tang poetry and recited it to him every day. Maybe he has become a chatterbox by imitating me."
Mrs. Bai said, "This is good. We need to focus on early education."
The room was warm, and the two women chatted and laughed and soon became familiar with each other. Mrs. Bai knew at a glance that she was a lady from a wealthy family, but she was not arrogant. She could always respond to whatever Cheng Qing said. Perhaps out of gratitude, she felt particularly close to Cheng Qing and her baby. After a while, someone knocked on the wooden door of the compartment, and a steady male voice said, "Jiang Z?"
Mrs. Bai got up and opened the door. Mi Yang was also picked up by Cheng Qing. She looked up and saw Political Commissar Bai coming in. Looking at that serious and handsome face with shallow wrinkles between his eyebrows when he was young, Mi Yang knew that this was really Bai Luochuan's family. Political Commissar Bai had basically not changed in appearance after more than 20 years. He still stood straight and had a tense face. After entering, he said to them: "The car has come back. I took a portion of the things you brought."
Mrs. Bai said happily, "That's great, just send it over."
After a while, the guard came over with a square plastic foam box. When he opened it, he found a small box of fresh fruits inside, including bananas and oranges, as well as a few big red tomatoes.
Mi Yang had not eaten anything except milk powder for several months. When he suddenly smelled the fresh fruity fragrance in winter, he couldn't help but move his nose.
Xiaobai Luochuan, who was sleeping with his eyes closed and a serious face, also moved his hands and feet. He didn't wake up yet and turned around to look for something to eat.
Mrs. Bai said, "This is supplementary food for the baby. It's hard to carry too much in winter. I'll give some of Luochuan to your baby. When I came here, I asked Captain Mi. He said that a three-month-old baby can eat some fruit puree."
Cheng Qing waved his hands quickly, blushing and saying, "No, no, this is embarrassing, it's too much..."
Greenhouses were not yet popular at that time, and most of the food in the north in winter was still cabbage, radishes, and potatoes. Occasionally, some green leafy vegetables were quite fresh. Fruits from the south were even rarer, especially a box like this one. Cheng Qing was reluctant to accept it.
Mrs. Bai smiled and asked for a small spoon, cut a banana and taught Cheng Qing to feed the child. She was careful and gentle. Cheng Qing had just become a mother and there were no elders around her. There were many things she didn't know about raising a child. She couldn't help but feel grateful when she was taught by her mother-in-law how to feed the child with fruit puree.
Mi Yang took a bite of the banana puree and smacked his lips. It was so sweet.
The other little bully next to him was only half a year old, but he could already turn over skillfully. He crawled out of the cashmere blanket by himself, screaming "Ah", and reached out to grab the spoon, looking like he was protecting his food.
Madam Bai poked his nose and said, "Little greedy cat, what's wrong with giving your brother a bite? Wait a minute, I'll give it to you when we get home."
Little Bai Luochuan was not happy and wanted to eat more. When he saw the spoon approaching Mi Yang's mouth, he chased after it, with only the spoon in his eyes, and almost bit Mi Yang's mouth.
Mi Yang tilted his head back, his face flushed and he refused to eat - what was he eating? Bai Luochuan's saliva was dripping on his face! !