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

Chapter 1242 Babel
Lu Miao still had a fever.

After Lu Yuanzheng comforted her with a few words, she fell into a deep sleep again, beyond her control.

Lu Yuanzheng placed his palm on her forehead, gently brushed away her wet and sticky hair, carefully tucked her in, and then stared at her quietly for a while before going downstairs.

Around the same time, Tang Mei and Wang Xiu were cooking in the kitchen.

Lu Yuanzheng went over and called Tang Mei back into the house.

The two chatted in the room for a long time. When Lu Yuanzheng came out of the room afterward, he was surprised to find a thick paper envelope in his hand.

After arranging things at the factory, Fu Jingyou returned home in the evening and was immediately greeted by his youngest son, who rushed into his arms.

Bai Chuan tilted his little head back, stood on tiptoe, grabbed a handful of crumpled bills in one hand, and held up a small piggy bank in the other, handing it up to him.

"Dad, here you go!"

"Why would you want to give Dad a piggy bank out of the blue, huh?"

Fu Jingyou bent down to straighten the crooked buttons on the little red jacket's collar, then lifted the chubby boy up by the armpits and carried him into the house with one hand.

Before the young man could reply, the father-in-law's voice came from the study:

"Little Fu is back? Come to the study."

"It's coming."

Fu Jingyou responded.

After putting Bai Chuan down, I patted the back of his head, signaling the little guy to go play over there.

He then turned and headed towards the study.

"Dad, are you looking for me?"

Before Fu Jingyou could even stand still after closing the study door, Lu Yuanzheng pushed open the drawer and walked towards him from the desk.

Lu Yuanzheng approached his son-in-law and handed him the sealed paper directly.

Fu Jingyou shook his head as soon as he saw something:
“Dad, Miaomiao and I are earning money now, we have enough to live on, we don’t need you to give us any…”

"What's yours is yours, and what I gave you is what I gave you. Don't try to shirk this responsibility."

Lu Yuanzheng remained expressionless and swiftly stuffed the sealed paper into his arms:
"If you need anything after you return home, just call us and we'll send it to you. Besides that, there's one more thing I need to tell you."

Fu Jingyou, who was passively clutching the rather heavy paper envelope, wanted to say something, but upon hearing this, he fell silent and waited for his father-in-law to continue.

Lu Yuanzheng sighed softly.

Although he remained as serious as usual, he patted Fu Jingyou's shoulder and back affectionately after a brief silence.

Lu Yuanzheng solemnly instructed:

"Take this girl back with you, and I'm thinking of bringing her back to me tomorrow."

Although it consists of only a few words, these words carry entrustment, expectations, and concerns.

Fu Jingyou knew that his father-in-law was not a man of many words, so he understood the weight of those words even more.

"I know, Dad."

Fu Jingyou nodded slightly. He originally intended to return the envelope, but at this moment he couldn't help but grip the contents even tighter.

He said with deep conviction:

“I will come back with her later, and by then she will be healthy.”

"Okay, let's go eat."

Lu Yuanzheng nodded in satisfaction, patted him on the shoulder, and then opened the study door and walked out.

Bai Chuan kept pushing the door to the study from the outside.

Unfortunately, both hands were occupied, so I couldn't spare the time to pull the doorknob.

When Lu Yuanzheng opened the door, the little guy wobbled and bumped right into his grandfather.

Lu Yuanzheng was startled, worried that the little golden nugget might bump or hurt itself, and quickly reached out to catch it. Bai Chuan, however, stopped in time, steadied himself behind him, and turned his back with his little mouth pouting:

"Hmm~ I don't want Grandpa to hold me, I want to find Daddy!"

Lu Yuanzheng chuckled, patted the simple-minded boy on the head, and simply walked ahead to the living room.

Bai Chuan grinned like a child and ran into his father's arms:
"Dad, Grandpa gave you money, so I won't give it to you anymore! I'll use this money to buy Mom some treats, and this jar is for Grandpa back home! Grandpa gave me a little wooden horse last time, and Grandma said she wanted to thank him! Could you take this to Grandpa and buy him some New Year's couplets, okay, Dad?"

The simple-minded boy's eyes were full of innocent sincerity, and Fu Jingyou felt a surge of emotion upon seeing him.

He bent down and picked up the little boy, then pecked his soft little face several times.
"Okay, Dad will definitely bring it."

Bai Chuan was a little embarrassed at first, but after all, he was still young and at that clingy age, and soon he couldn't hide his happiness and affectionately pressed his little face against his father's:

"Dad, please come back soon, Mom. I'm starting to miss Mom!"

"Okay, Mom and Dad will go and come back soon. You have to listen to Grandpa, Grandma, and your older siblings in Beijing. You have to go to school obediently and don't skip classes, understand?"

"Know it!"

……

Fu Jingyou ate a quick meal downstairs before going upstairs to relieve Minmin.

Lu Miao had already woken up and was moving around in the small living room, wrapped in a thin blanket, after drinking some soup.

Fu Jingyou stepped forward and touched her forehead, only feeling slightly relieved when he saw that she didn't have a fever.

After helping Lu Miao sit down on the sofa, Fu Jingyou took out a sealed envelope from his pocket and handed it to her.

When Lu Miao took it to look at it, he explained:

“It was given to me by my father. I’ve seen it. Inside are some general tickets and a thousand yuan.”

Lu Miao had already opened half of the paper envelope, but upon hearing this, he simply stopped opening it.

Concerned that this might put pressure on the child's father, she gently placed her hand on his and said:

"They're getting older, and they can't give their things to anyone else but us. If we do, we should accept them so they won't worry."

"Ah."

Fu Jingyou gave a soft "hmm" and smiled slightly as he intertwined his fingers with hers.

With everything settled at home and in the north of Beijing, in the last few days before 1988, Fu Jingyou finally took Lu Miao on their journey back south.

Boarding at Beijing Capital International Airport and landing at Wuhan Tianhe International Airport.

The relevant departments in the city arranged two special cars to pick them up.

Around the same time, the news also reached my hometown county.

However, the message had long since become distorted after being passed through multiple layers.

The initial message from the city was that an important comrade had returned to his hometown from a big city to recuperate from illness.

Ask the county to coordinate the route in advance and send vehicles to clear the way and provide assistance, so as to ensure a smooth journey.

The additional information revealed above indicates that the person returning is a department-level official.

The original intention was to highlight the importance of the matter.

Unexpectedly, this statement caused a misunderstanding in the county.

In a small county town, the words "department-level" carry immense weight.

To those who work at the grassroots level, he is an incredibly powerful figure who can reach the highest levels!

In the common mindset, people who can sit in this position are usually older.

The county leadership naturally misunderstood the significance of this matter, which involved such a grand and elaborate affair.

He's pretending to be recuperating; he probably just wants to return to his hometown to wait for the end of his term, because he's getting old and might have some health problems.
The people in the county were filled with anxiety.

Fearing that the elderly comrades might not be able to withstand the rigors of the journey and might collapse on the road, the county office, which was supposed to be off work at the end of the year, was suddenly busy with preparations.