Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife
Chapter 349 - 0349: First Meeting between Father and Son1_1

Chapter 349: Chapter 0349: First Meeting between Father and Son1_1

Hearing the familiar voice yet looking at a stranger’s silhouette, Feng Qingxue’s tears started to flow immediately.

Large round tears fell down her cheeks like loose pearls, landing on Xibao.

"It’s fine once you’re home...it’s fine once you’re home..." A choked voice echoed in the room. Feng Qingxue’s heart, which had been in suspense for the past half a year, finally relaxed. Rather than saying it’s good to be back, it’s better to say it’s good to be safe.

"Qingxue!" Lu Jiang stretched out his arms to hug her, and the child he had not met before, but the snow and ice all over him made him pause.

Feng Qingxue also saw his disheveled look and couldn’t help but say with disheartened concern, "Where have you come from? How come you look like you’re starving? Have you not been eating well? Have you been ambushing in the snow and ice? Why are your clothes so torn? Your military padded jacket is ripped, the cotton is showing!" Wanting to touch the frostbitten and scarred parts of his face, Xibao suddenly wriggled in her arms.

"Ah!" Xibao cried out, disrupting the couple’s affectionate gaze.

Lu Jiang did not answer his wife’s questions, but looked down at Xibao’s round eyes and a broad smile spread across his face, "Is this my son? Is he called Xibao? Good lad, he’s really chubby."

So chubby, so fair-skinned, such a sight wasn’t common in this era of scarcity.

He wanted to reach out to touch his son’s chubby cheeks, but worried that his rough and cracked fingers would hurt the baby’s tender face. His hand stretched halfway and then retracted, hanging at his side.

Xibao yawned lethargically, closed his eyes, and his nose bubbled with a bubble.

Lu Jiang was taken aback, "Qingxue, what’s with his attitude?"

Feng Qingxue chuckled, holding Xibao with one hand and using a cotton handkerchief with the other to wipe his nose, "He’s just had a bowl of pumpkin rice, he’s sleepy now, wants to sleep." She couldn’t possibly say that you’ve become too ugly, messy beard, face full of scars, your son doesn’t wish to look at you a second time, therefore he is drowsy, could she?

Children are known best by their mothers. Xibao quickly fell asleep on Feng Qingxue’s chest.

Lu Jiang curiously asked, "Does this kid do anything other than eat and sleep?"

"All children are like this, they need to sleep a lot every day to meet their growth needs." Feng Qingxue wanted to send Xibao to the bedroom, but Lu Jiang hurried to draw the curtains for her, watching her put Xibao on the inside of the bed and cover him with a quilt.

Lying on the little pillow, Xibao lay facing the ceiling, sleeping soundly.

Feng Qingxue turned around, reached out to touch the wounds on his face, and her tears started falling again, "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn’t hurt!" Even though his sensation had numbed from the itch, Lu Jiang did not let out a word. He caught her soft and smooth hand, "Qingxue, I’ve missed you so much, did you miss me? Did you, did you?"

"I wrote it all in the letter, didn’t you read it?" Feng Qingxue brought up past matters.

"I’ve read it, I’ve read it, I could recite it backwards." Lu Jiang chuckled foolishly.

When Ouyang Zijin sent supplies and medicine, he also brought the letters and things Feng Qingxue had sent to him. So, he knew that he had a son, named Lu Tianmao, with the nickname Xibao, and that Zhao Anbang, who was seriously wounded and still in a military hospital, had a godson, "I have a comrade who wants to make Xibao his godson; he even sent a gift for Xibao."

Taking a look at him, Feng Qingxue didn’t press him on his early letter-writing. She just asked, "Which comrade? Where’s the gift?"

"Right, where’s the gift?" Lu Jiang looked down at his empty hands, seeming very confused. After a while, he remembered that in order to climb over the wall easily, he had thrown his luggage and military coat at the door.