Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife
Chapter 1622: The Aunt and Nephew Meet for the First Time 2

Chapter 1622: Chapter 1622: The Aunt and Nephew Meet for the First Time 2

In the blink of an eye, summer ends and autumn arrives.

Wucheng borders Inner Mongolia and is also neighboring the Northeast. Summer is relatively short, autumn comes swiftly, and it gets cold quickly. There’s no such thing as an autumn tiger here; it seems you wear a shirt one day and the next you need to add a thick coat over it.

Feng Qingxue didn’t wear a coat, opting instead for a sky-blue woolen V-neck vest over her white shirt.

The shirt and vest are common styles, but on her, they exude a fresh and charming look, attracting Lu Jiang’s gaze again and again.

That gaze made Feng Qingxue blush and her heart race.

"What are you staring at?" Feng Qingxue glared at him playfully, her hair loose after just being washed and towel-dried.

Her jet-black, glossy hair, like satin, reaches her waist. Although it’s cumbersome to wash and often freezes in the winter, she can’t bear to cut it. Every year, only on the second day of the second lunar month does she trim the ends a little to prevent further length increase.

Lu Jiang, too, adores her hair and was about to touch it when Lu Erxiong burst in noisily from outside.

"Mom, is there anything to eat? I’m starving!"

Ye Yan and Fubao strolled in leisurely with Dundun and Zhuangzhuang following behind. All four bags, large and small, were hanging on Ye Yan. There was laughter and chatter, a scene of harmony, unlike Lu Erxiong, who always seemed to rush and fuss.

Ye Yan and Fubao are a bit older and don’t need parents to pick them up from school, and instead, they take their younger brothers along to and from school.

This way, Zu Lei is much more relaxed.

There are no dangers in the military compound, and the school isn’t far from home, so Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue gradually felt relieved.

Feng Qingxue did not respond to Lu Erxiong but first took the bags off Ye Yan, "Aren’t you tired carrying so many bags, child?"

"Not tired!" Ye Yan replied earnestly, "Fubao and I only have a few books and a pencil case in our bags, while the triplets carried a few comics, so it’s really not tiring, honestly!"

Afraid that Feng Qingxue wouldn’t believe him, he emphasized his words.

"Even if it’s not tiring, you shouldn’t carry their bags." Feng Qingxue turned to teach her daughter and Dundun, Zhuangzhuang, "Do your own tasks, don’t trouble Brother Ye Yan, got it?"

Fubao nodded obediently, "Look, Brother Ye Yan, I’m being lectured, right? You shouldn’t carry my bag anymore."

Ye Yan grinned without concern, "It’s fine, Auntie isn’t scolding you, just worried about me getting tired! I’m the older brother, carrying bags for my younger siblings is only natural. If my dad saw me not helping you or my brothers carry the bags, he’d surely scold me for not being a good brother!"

So, he thought it was better to heed his dad.

Not listening to Auntie wasn’t an issue; she wouldn’t scold him, but his dad would insist on him being a good brother.

Feng Qingxue was helpless with several bags hanging on her arms, "When your dad comes back, tell him to come see me. Kids should cultivate independence from a young age; they can’t rely on you for everything, being the older brother is not an excuse."

Ye Yan and Fubao stuck out their tongues, while Lu Erxiong discontentedly poked his head between them, "I’m hungry!"

Zu Lei, with an apron tied around his waist, carried a pot of mushroom stewed chicken from the kitchen into the room, smiling, "Dinner is ready, Erxiong. Did you wash your hands with your siblings? Once you’re cleaned up, we can start dinner."

The scent wafting from the enamel pot made Lu Erxiong’s mouth water instantly, "It’s chicken!"

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