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Everything is ready, the car has been arranged, and we're just waiting to go back to our hometown in two days.

Qiaoqiao put everything into her military travel bag. She would pack the salted meat, fish tail, salted eggs, etc., when she got home, to prevent them from spoiling in the hot weather.

Qiaoqiao contacted Yu Fu again, and he came to take care of Zhou Wenhui during the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Before returning home, Qiaoqiao was excited; her heart had already returned to Dashui Village.

Surprisingly, Zhou Zhonghai and Luo Meiyun returned on the first day after he went home.

"Mom, this is so sudden. You haven't eaten yet, have you? I'll go make some food."

When her in-laws arrived home, it was already dark. Qiaoqiao was overjoyed and quickly changed the coal to start a fire and cook.

"Qiaoqiao, just make a bowl of noodles, we'll make more tomorrow," Luo Meiyun said, sounding a little tired.

"Dad, Mom, Wenhui and I have discussed it, and we're going back to Dashui Village for the holiday tomorrow."

Qiaoqiao hesitated, realizing that leaving Zhou Wenhui alone at home and going back to her parents' house was indeed a bit...

"Go back to Dashui Village? Great! Is Wenhui going back too?" Zhou Zhonghai asked happily.

"He, he's not going. I've already spoken to Yu Fu, and he'll take care of Wen Hui," Qiao Qiao hurriedly explained.

"Wenhui, you should also go and meet your parents-in-law. Why don't you go?" Zhou Zhonghai looked at Zhou Wenhui, whose son looked to be in good spirits.

"I'll go after Yang Zheng finishes making my prosthetic leg."

"Yang Zheng gets a prosthetic leg?"

"Yes, he went to Wuxi to study and then went to Shanghai to learn about prosthetic technology. He wanted to try making one for me," Zhou Wenhui said calmly.

"Wenhui, you mean Yang Zheng can make prosthetics?"

Luo Meiyun asked excitedly, her fatigue vanishing instantly.

Qiaoqiao took out the clumsy pair of steel prosthetics and said, "Mom and Dad, my brother made a simple one. Wenhui walks for an hour every day with the help of crutches."

Luo Meiyun couldn't hide her joy: "Really? No wonder, no wonder Wenhui looks so good."

Luo Meiyun stroked her prosthetic leg, her eyes glistening with tears.

"Want to strap the prosthetic leg to your leg? Try it and walk around showing Dad."

Zhou Zhonghai is a straightforward person; he wants to see it for himself.

Qiaoqiao skillfully put the prosthetic leg on Zhou Wenhui, then brought him crutches. With Zhou Zhonghai's help, Zhou Wenhui stood up in no time.

Slowly, steadily, one step, two steps...

Like a new father, Zhou Zhonghai stood in front of Zhou Wenhui, watching intently as his son staggered toward him.

When my son was one year old, he ran towards me like this.

"Hey, Meiyun, look! She's really standing up! She's standing up!" Zhou Zhonghai shouted excitedly, waving his arms and legs.

"My son is amazing, he can walk now." Meiyun kept wiping away her tears.

Qiaoqiao was also very moved, saying that even the smallest progress her children made was a source of pride for their parents.

After walking for twenty minutes, Zhou Wenhui was sweating and said, "Dad, I've been walking for a long time this afternoon. I'm tired. I'm not walking anymore."

"Okay, okay, don't walk anymore. Sit down, Daddy will help you take off your prosthetic leg."

Zhou Wenhui sat down, and Zhou Zhonghai half-squatted beside his son's wheelchair to remove his prosthetic leg.

The incision was covered with a cotton cloth cover, and there was no injury to the foot.

Qiaoqiao went to the kitchen to make noodles, while Zhou Zhonghai and Luo Meiyun were still praising their son, saying, "Great job, fantastic!"

The noodles were served, along with a fried egg for each person.

Zhou Zhonghai ate heartily, praising, "Qiaoqiao, the noodles you made are delicious."

Luo Meiyun kept praising her, and Qiaoqiao smiled. The noodles were very ordinary, but they were acknowledging Qiaoqiao's efforts.

After finishing their noodles, the family sat in the living room drinking tea. Zhou Zhonghai said, "Wenhui, let's go to Dashui Village tomorrow. Your parents are here and will go with you. Going to the toilet might be inconvenient, but we have medical diapers at home. Just bear with it."

"Dad, I..."

Qiaoqiao was washing dishes in the kitchen, eavesdropping. She really wanted Zhou Wenhui to go back home. He hadn't shown up at the wedding, and she wondered what the villagers were saying about her family.

"The hardest thing for a person is taking the first step. You care a lot about your legs, but others may not care at all. Don't trap yourself in your own mind. Your younger brother is not in the country. You are the eldest child, the pillar of the family. Your parents are getting old..."

Qiaoqiao knew very little about the Zhou family. She had never seen a letter from Zhou Wenhui's younger brother, and her parents rarely mentioned it.

"Dad, you're not old at all. It's not my turn to be the pillar of support," Zhou Wenhui muttered.

Luo Meiyun interrupted, "Why are you saying all this, Wenhui? Dad was so happy to see you stand up. But Dad is right, your trip to Dashui Village is a sign of respect for Qiaoqiao."

Zhou Wenhui hesitated for a moment before saying, "Then let's go."

With his parents around, Zhou Wenhui felt confident, knowing that at least others wouldn't dare to gossip about him to his face.

Zhou Zhonghai slapped his thigh: "Good son, good son, so sensible. Meiyun, what do you have at home? Bring it all, take it to your in-laws' house for the festival."

Luo Meiyun said hesitantly, "I wasn't prepared either. How about I give you some money?"

Qiaoqiao jumped out of the kitchen: "Mom and Dad, don't prepare anything, I've prepared everything. There are ten pounds of salted meat, and clothes too. I even brought some of Wenhui's old military uniform."

"Oh, Qiaoqiao is so capable! Okay, okay, then we'll shamelessly go and freeload off her!"

"Old military uniforms? Meiyun, we also have old military uniforms, why don't we bring a few more?" Zhou Zhonghai suggested.

"Old things, aren't they bad?"

"You can do it, Mom. A military uniform is something that countless people would envy to death."

"Alright, I'll go pack a few things. My cotton-padded jacket should be wearable for your mother. It's just faded from washing."

Luo Meiyun got busy, and Qiaoqiao happily went to help.

In the living room, Zhou Zhonghai looked at his son with deep affection, his eyes filled with joy.

"Son, what have you been doing these days?"

"I wrote a book, and the publisher has written to me, preparing for publication."

"Write...a book?"

"Yes, I'm writing down my story and that of my comrades, because time flies by and I'm afraid I'll forget them."

"Great! This is wonderful news! How come I didn't think of that?"

"Qiaoqiao told me that if I wrote down their story, they would live on forever."

"Qiaoqiao is right. Heroic deeds should be learned by everyone. How much have you written? Can Daddy take a look?"

"It's not finished yet. Dad can read it after it's published."

"When will it be published?"

"Next year, I'll finish the manuscript by the end of the year."

"It won't be published until next year... That's too long..." Zhou Zhonghai murmured.

"It's only a few months left, Dad, you're too impatient."

Zhou Zhonghai smiled and said, "Yes, Dad was too anxious. Son, Dad hasn't been home for three months, and you've changed so much. You've not only stood up, but your spirits have lifted too. It's all thanks to Qiaoqiao; she's your lucky star."

"Yes, Qiaoqiao is fine."

"Okay, very good, but... you should have a child too," Zhou Zhonghai said cautiously.

"Dad...it depends on fate for a child."

"And you guys?"

"dad……"

"Hahaha, good, it was bound to happen sooner or later. Hahaha..."

Zhou Zhonghai couldn't wait to go for a run. From his son's words, he and Qiaoqiao must be in love.

Good, all his painstaking efforts as an old father have not been in vain.

Everything is fine. My son will stand up sooner or later, the book will be published, and I will have a grandson. What else is there to worry about?