The desk lamp illuminates a small area, but it cannot illuminate the inner world.
Father Lin was sitting in front of his desk, his eyes blank, looking ahead in a daze.
Mother Lin was sitting on the other side, also in a daze, as if she couldn't believe it.
After getting the news today, they thought it was a joke.
Their own son knew clearly that although he was a bit of a bastard, in this military courtyard, no one's son was a lawless master.
If there is anything wrong, it is because my son did not integrate into the circle of the compound.
Even if it is my own small circle, I have not integrated into it.
You must know that the circles of the courtyard are like concentric circles. The one in the center is naturally the one with the highest status, then there is a circle near the center, then there is a circle outside, and there is another circle at the outermost circle.
Even within the same circle, there are several small circles of varying size.
These circles may not matter in the eyes of our fathers. After all, we all come from the same trench and don't think much about each other.
But the next generation doesn’t think so.
Especially those who grew up in such an environment, this kind of circle has been ingrained in their bones since childhood, which is the same as the relationship between villages in the countryside.
The difference is that in this military courtyard, it is even more obvious.
The reason why they were disappointed with Lin Shen, their son, was because he was out of place.
If they are not integrated into the circle of the compound, they will have no one to rely on when they grow up. Who will use the connections that their generation has worked so hard to save?
It's fine now, but without a son, what's the use of these connections?
The two of them sat in silence until now, silent and dead.
"Head of the family, please think of a way. We only have one son."
Mother Lin couldn't help but speak, tears falling as she spoke.
"What else can you think of?"
Father Lin lowered his head and his eyes became red.
"I've thought about everything I should think about."
"I found everything I could find."
"But this time, we..."
Father Lin spoke word by word, with a flash of pain in his eyes.
"Xiao He, tell me, am I wrong?"
"What I have in my mind now is what Lin Lin was like when he was a child. I..."
Before he could finish speaking, Lin's father covered his face and started crying.
When a white-haired person gives a black-haired person a gift, this is the pain.
Mother Lin lay on the table with a sob, sobbing.
Bang bang
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. The two of them calmed down, and then Lin's father stood up and opened the door.
Standing at the door was an old man with a flat head, a resolute face, and a slightly serious expression.
"Old Liu!"
"Um!"
After a brief greeting, the old man came to the house.
"Brother Liu, you are here~"
Mother Lin said with a tearful voice, while Father Lin was preparing to make tea.
"Don't bother, I have to go back later."
Father Lin's hand movements froze, and Mother Lin's heart skipped a beat.
The other party's attitude was beyond their expectations.
"Old Lin, let me first tell you what I heard."
Old Liu spoke calmly, and Father Lin sat aside and listened carefully.
"The main task this time is Chief Chen. You know this, right?"
The two nodded. If Mr. Chen hadn't taken the lead, they would have rushed into the machinery factory.
But it was Mr. Chen who took the lead and they were flustered. Who didn't know what Mr. Chen had done in the past?
Although these years have been focused on domestic economic construction, the enemies were frightened by the former great reputation.
"Of course, he is only the presiding officer on the surface. In fact, in private, the two parties have reached a consensus."
"What?"
Father Lin was suddenly shocked.
Even Mother Lin found it incredible that she had established a friendship with the Coordination Office in private and helped complete many things.
This stabbing in the back probably wouldn't happen.
Seeing the two of them looking like this, Old Liu sighed, "There are too many things involved in this matter, and the arrests haven't stopped yet."
"Some people want to use this to eradicate the carrion and restore order. Naturally, some people will take advantage of this to install their cronies and control the situation."
"You guys, understand."
Father Lin and Mother Lin looked at each other, and both of them had a look of sadness in their eyes.
In the game between the two sides, they are the sacrificial pawns.
"Old Liu, tell us what we should do."
Father Lin gritted his teeth and said, "As long as I can save his life, I, I will risk my life's honor."
When Mr. Liu heard this, he sighed and shook his head, "It can't be saved."
"Xiao Lin made a big mistake this time. Do you know how much money they made through this line and how much supplies they spent?"
"A while ago, in order to deliver supplies to the disaster area, all the rice grains were pulled out from the cracks in the warehouse. You can imagine the meaning of this."
"This incident has caused shock among the people above, and voices of severe punishment are rising one after another, especially among the centrists who make up the majority. No one dares to confront them."
Lao Liu said so much in one breath, and the meaning was already obvious.
People cannot be saved.
Mother Lin covered her face, feeling extremely regretful.
"well!"
"Old Lin, you must also be prepared."
Lao Liu stood up and prepared to leave, leaving a few words before leaving.
Father Lin sat blankly on his chair and did not get up to see him off.
That last sentence is obvious.
The child does not teach, the father too.
If a child in the family commits this crime, the father will also have to bear the consequences.
What's more, if something like this happened, his position is no longer suitable.
He had expected this a long time ago.
After Lao Liu left, Father Lin stood up tremblingly, then walked to his wife, stretched out his hand to touch his lover who had been with him for many years. "Stop crying, be good!"
Mother Lin raised her head and threw herself into Father Lin's arms.
"Master, what should we do? Let's do it."
Mother Lin cried, her whole body became helpless.
"It's okay, it's okay."
"Tomorrow, I will make arrangements for you. You go to the south first and go back to your hometown to visit."
Father Lin's voice was very calm, but to Mother Lin's ears, it had a different meaning.
He raised his head and looked at his man.
"Master, you..."
"I'm fine."
"In these years, because I failed to discipline my children well, I let them go down this path. I am sorry for him, and I am also sorry for you."
"Now, I have to fulfill the responsibility of a father."
Father Lin smiled like he was in charge of the family, but in Mother Lin's eyes, Father Lin's hair, which was originally just gray, turned white visibly...
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Mother Lin shook her head gently and reached out to touch Father Lin's white hair, "When have we separated in these years?"
"Also, without my son and without you, where can I go?"
"It's better to follow you. Wherever you go, I will go!"
Father Lin suddenly laughed and said, "Okay, then we, husband and wife, will fight again for our son."
"Um!"
...
Early the next morning, Yang Xiaotao heard the sound of Ran Qiuye getting up to cook.
I couldn't sleep either, so I got up and helped clean up in the yard.
The light cool breeze in the early morning blew the cucumber vine not far away and swayed with it. Xiaowei lying on it looked like she was in autumn.
Xiaowei has been with him these two days, but because of the arrest, Yang Xiaotao rarely communicates with her.
Most of the time she absorbs the energy alone.
Of course, during the arrest, Xiaowei followed him throughout the process, but he just had no chance to take action.
When I came back last night, I used my night time to do some work on the fruits and vegetables in the yard.
I don’t know anything else, but there were a lot more ripe tomatoes in the yard this morning.
Calculating the time, normal tomatoes take a hundred days to mature, but in less than two and a half months, they are actually fully ripe.
All I can say is that this day is great, and this courtyard is perfect for growing tomatoes.
After cleaning the yard, Yang Xiaotao picked up the wooden gun that had been idle for a long time.
These arrests made him realize the importance of revolutionary capital.
To strengthen your body and forge iron, you need to be strong.
Step forward, move your body's center of gravity downward, raise your gun, and thrust, all in one go.
Although the thrusting skill cannot be improved, the muscle memory it brings has not faded.
Yang Xiaotao practiced thrusting in the yard, and gradually found the feeling. He thrust again and again, making a whooshing sound in the air.
Ran Qiuye was cooking in the house and saw Yang Xiaotao rolling up his sleeves and waving a gun, so he sat aside and watched quietly, as if he were watching his idol.
"dad!"
While one of them was practicing and the other was watching, a figure ran out of the room next to them.
When Yang Xiaotao heard the sound, he put away his gun and stood up, "Miao Miao, why don't you sleep more."
"Wake up, get up."
Miao Miao looked at the gun in Yang Xiaotao's hand and said, "Dad, my great-grandpa also taught me how to shoot. I want to practice too."
Yang Xiaotao was surprised when he heard it, and then turned back to look at Ran Qiuye.
Ran Qiuye nodded, "My grandpa taught her."
All right.
Yang Xiaotao probably couldn't wait any longer. The Dragon Boat Festival was too young, so he wanted to practice with Miaomiao first.
However, the military quality of the female team members in the village is not low.
His ability to shoot a gun is no worse than that of a man.
"Here, here's one for you."
Yang Xiaotao found a shorter stick from the firewood pile and handed it to Miao Miao, "Get your posture right."
After hearing this, Miaomiao took the wooden stick and started to stand up.
"Don't keep your legs too far apart..."
"Keep your hands closer..."
"prick!"
ha!
"The voice is slow. You should shout it when you are rushing forward. Don't shout it in advance, otherwise you will be discouraged. Don't shout it later, then you will lose momentum..."
In the yard, Yang Xiaotao gave personal guidance and taught as a teacher from time to time.
After hearing this, Miao Miao studied hard. She felt that her father taught her better than her great-grandfather and could always tell her what she was doing wrong and what to do.
"Yes, that's it, stab it out..."
Ha~
Ha~
"Not bad, continue!"
Then the father and daughter started practicing in the middle of the yard.
Two voices appeared from time to time, making the whole yard come alive.
Gradually, many people in the yard came to look over.
Everyone in the academy where Yang Xiaotao practiced shooting knew that he was very capable.
In the early years, Shazhu was still unconvinced, but Yang Xiaotao punished him and made him lose his temper.
But now, the girl next to me is also practicing, so what is this?
Raising a new generation?
Especially Miao Miao, who was not very confident in her body, struck out again and again according to the rhythm, which made many children see it, with envy on their faces.
In this day and age, if you ask boys what they will do when they grow up, I guess most of them will say to be soldiers.
The father and daughter practiced as if there was no one around, sweat dripping from their bodies.
Yang Xiaotao was still fine, but Miao Miao's persistence and tenacity were admired by many people in the yard.
Not to mention anything else, with this energy and energy, I will definitely accomplish something in the future.
In the next room, Shazhu heard the noise outside and walked out of the room to watch.
He will go to Guan Jia Zhuangzi tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, so he spent a lot of time with Qin Huairu last night.
It's just this body. Maybe it's been closed for a long time, or maybe the entrance is too wide. Anyway, it's not because his key is too thin. I worked hard for most of the night, but in the end there was no result.
At night, he vaguely heard sounds coming from the main room, which made him feel very aggrieved.
He is only two years older than Yang Xiaotao, is there such a big difference?
He doesn't even have a child, and this guy has given birth to three by a man named Ran. Judging from this situation, he probably has to give birth to three more.
Do I still have to find Qin Jingru?
With thoughts in his mind, Shazhu felt that the movements that had not appeared in the morning were gradually showing signs.
But when I thought about going to the countryside, and Xu Damao was still squatting in the middle of the sentence, it would be weird if she was pregnant.
But if you're not pregnant, you can...
"From now on, you have to coordinate your steps..."
Not far away, Yang Xiaotao's voice reached his ears again, interrupting Shazhu's thoughts.
Then he looked at the little girl practicing.
Seeing this scene, Shazhu couldn't help but feel contempt in his heart.
He has a deep understanding of the thrusting ability, and it is said that it was passed down from the top of the Yang family!
I originally thought that Yang Xiaotao, like his cooking skills, would pass on the ability to eat from male to female, but he didn't know that this picked-up girl could learn it without any difficulty.
He looked back at Xiao Danghuaihua, not to mention that the two of them called him daddy, and compared to Miaomiao, this child was at least half the daughter-in-law, but he still didn't know how to teach cooking skills.
Nothing else. If this ability is passed on to a daughter, it doesn't mean it is passed on to others, so he can only pass it on to his son.
As for whether he has a son, Shazhu doesn't think it's a problem.
