A soft-waisted educated youth has sex with a loyal dog and a rough guy in the 1960s

Chapter 1200 Worry

The lights on the second floor of the house are often on late at night.

Sometimes it was Fu Jingyou who was reading.

Sometimes the child wakes up in pain in the middle of the night, sobbing and crying for his father or mother.

So most of the time, Fu Jingyou would hold the child in his arms and slowly walk around under the lamp to coax him.

Baichuan couldn't leave his father for a while, and Fu Jingyou would sometimes take him with him when he went to work at the factory.

The little guy had a bandage around his neck and a plaster cast on his arm.

His father takes him to his side and puts him on a small stool, telling him to sit wherever he wants. The pitiful little boy looks so well-behaved no matter how you look at him.

When Dandan and Wang Mao and other little apprentices have some free time, they will play with him.

Some of them who have some money on them would buy a string of candied haws when they see someone selling them on their way to work.

If you are short of money, you should always take two stewed sweet potatoes from home.

When the weather is cold, the sweet potatoes are placed next to the stove while the factory is boiling water.

When it is hot, take it out and let the little one eat it.

If the little ones can’t finish it, everyone can break it up and share it for fun.

When Dandan got home, he mentioned how miserable Baichuan looked.

Chen Xiangdong heard it and asked him what was going on.

After learning the details, everyone in Chen Xiangdong's group was shocked.

The next evening, a group of people came to visit my home with their belongings in hand.

The child has been injured and suffering recently, and Lu Miao is not at home.

Fu Jingyou didn't have the heart to arrange for them to stay for dinner, so he just made some tea and invited them to sit down and have a drink and chat.

Just like that, a small incident happened in the middle.

Wang Xiu came over from the Chuihua Gate and started shouting from a distance:

"Brother Fu, there are people coming to the front yard. They say they are Liu Xiangyang's parents. They are holding something in their hands. Do you want to invite them in?"

Fu Jingyou only occasionally went to school to attend parent-teacher meetings for the children, and usually it was his father-in-law who came forward.

He is actually not familiar with his classmates' parents.

But when he heard that it was the parents who came and brought some things with them, Fu Jingyou's mind gradually became clearer.

Baichuan broke his arm, not because he accidentally tripped and fell down the slide.

The children were fighting and pushing each other and were pushed down.

The person coming here is probably the parent of the child involved in the incident.

Fu Jingyou looked down at Baichuan.

The Xue family came to visit us yesterday and bought a lot of small cream cakes.

The little guy is eating the cake with one hand.

Perhaps because he suddenly fell silent, the little guy looked up curiously.

Seeing his father looking at him, Baichuan thought that his father also wanted to eat the cake, so he quickly held the cake with a bite mark in his hand and handed it to his father.

"Dad, give it!"

Fu Jingyou caressed his furry little head lovingly and said with a smile:
"Dad will eat later, you eat first."

"Oh!"

Baichuan nodded, lowered his head obediently, pursed his little lips politely, and started eating the cake seriously again.

Wang Xiu happened to be at the entrance of the main hall. Fu Jingyou looked up and said:
"Just say that it's inevitable for children to fight, and there's no need to apologize. You just happened to have guests at home, so don't invite them in."

Wang Xiu nodded and turned to leave, but Tang Mei called her back.

Tang Mei knew what Fu Jingyou was thinking.

It’s not right to care about the pushing and shoving between children, but Baichuan has suffered so much, how can he, as a father, feel happy?

But then again, Tang Mei gave Fu Jingyou a reproachful look and said:
"Although you are telling the truth, they don't know whether anyone has really come to our house. They might think that we are in the right and want to show off our authority!"

Although Fu Jingyou has now left the state-owned factory, he is a white-collar worker without any administrative rank.

But if you think about it from another angle, which of Lu Yuanzheng and Lu Miao's identities is simple?
For a family like theirs, sometimes they cannot neglect certain etiquette.

Fu Jingyou frowned deeply but said nothing.

Tang Mei took a small bag, put some off-season tomatoes grown at home in it and handed it to Wang Xiu:

"Just follow what Xiaochuan's father taught us. Give them this bag of tomatoes and tell them to take it back and feed it to their children. They are all children, so there is no need to think too much about this matter."

"Got it, auntie. I'll go right away."

"Ah."

After sending away the people outside the front yard door, Chen Xiangdong and his friends sat for a while but did not stay long.

After sending them away, Fu Jingyou turned around and saw Bai Chuan half-lying in front of the coffee table. His little hand that was not in a plaster cast was struggling to tie up the plastic bag that contained the small cake.

He went over to shake the bag, tied it up for me, and asked:

"You're not going to eat it now?"

There were still cake crumbs on the corners of Baichuan's mouth. He nodded his head seriously and said:
"This is delicious. I want to eat it with my brothers and sisters when they finish their homework tonight!"

Fu Jingyou laughed, picked up the little guy and held him on his shoulders and said:
"Okay, then you can eat with your brother and sister later. After you finish eating, dad will buy you more."

"Ok!"

Baichuan nodded vigorously, put one arm around his father's neck, and gave his father a loud and powerful kiss with a "bo" sound.

"Smelly boy..."

Fu Jingyou shook his head and smiled, which was rare.

In northern Beijing, Fu Jingyou was busy with work and taking care of his children.

Occasionally I have to take time out to study and learn CNC coding, and I am busy every day.

And on the other side, my hometown.

The harvest was good this year, so He Hongjin and Chen Guifen started making preparations early in the morning and fried two barrels of rapeseed oil in the first team of the brigade.

Time passed by, and after Laba Festival, the old couple still hadn't received a reply from Jingbei. They couldn't help feeling a little uneasy.

After soaking his feet at night, He Hongjin sat on the edge of the bed with a frown on his face and started smoking a pipe.

Chen Guifen added some hot water to the basin, rolled up her trouser legs to soak her feet, and waved her hand towards the inside of the bed:

"Go sit under the covers. If you start to cry about your kneecaps aching, no one will care about you!"

He Hongjin took two more puffs of his pipe before hanging it up.

He slowly moved into the quilt, stretched his neck and looked at Chen Guifen and said:

"If that kid was just flying high, I wouldn't say anything. But in the past, no matter if he came back or not, he would have called home and sent a message. But this time, there has been no news for such a long time... Do you think these two kids have encountered something?"

Without waiting for Chen Guifen to reply, He Hongjin began to sigh and worry:
"Last time in July and August, only the younger ones came back, and the two older ones didn't show up either... Do you think they are really busy or just pretending to be busy? Are they hiding something from us because they don't want us to worry?"

"You old man, you always have a tendency to think about things no matter what! You don't even look forward to having some children during the New Year!"

Chen Guifen was also concerned about Lu Miao and Fu Jingyou, but she didn't like to think too much about these things.

Chen Guifen suppressed her breath, wrung out the towel and wiped her feet, saying:
"It's useless to just guess. They are busy during the New Year, so it's possible that they forgot about it. Or the letter might have been lost in the mail, so they never received it... If you are in a hurry, take some time out tomorrow or the day after tomorrow to go to the county to ask. Maybe Special Envoy Hu has already received the news, but just didn't have time to come."