Zhuang Yan is a father.

There is a big fat boy.

This is a major event in life.

Of course, Zhuangyan is really a little disappointed.

He is not a traditional person.

At least I am not so persistent in the matter of inheriting the family line.

He wanted a small cotton jacket, but he came with a leather coat.

Of course, leather coats are also good, they can shelter from wind and rain and keep warm, right?

However, Zhuang Yan did not expect that the little loss that flashed through her eyes during the conversation with the nurse at the door of the delivery room was captured by her mother-in-law Xiao Ling, and became one of the dark materials in the future.

Xiao Ling quietly talked to Lin Qingying afterwards, saying that the one who gave birth to a big fat son was called excitement. Zhuangyan was fine, but she seemed quite unhappy to have a son.

Lin Qingying quietly said to Zhuang Yan again, and Zhuang Yan was both ridiculous and ridiculous.

Whether it is a son or a daughter, as long as it is yours, it will be as good as it looks.

The little bit of loss at that time was not only a loss, but more accurately, an accident.

Zhuangyan didn't intend to explain.

Because the explanation is meaningless.

In the army, a solemn word is like a mountain.

But at home, his status is sorted like this - Lin Qingying, son, puppy, and then to Zhuangyan.

oh!

By the way!

If the mother-in-law or mother Wang Xiaolan comes here to stay for a while, the solemn position ranking needs to be moved later...

In the first three years of his son's birth, Zhuang Yan served in the 4th Division.

In fact, the years of military life are as dull as water, and they are not as romantic and exciting as filmed in movies and TV series.

In those years, a TV series called "I Am a Special Forces Soldier" dominated the screen all year round. Occasionally, I went home solemnly and sat on the sofa with Lin Qingying to watch the TV series. As I watched Lin Qingying looked at her husband with some confusion, and then looked at the special forces on the TV, saying, "Husband, why are they special forces soldiers? So are you, why are they not as exciting and romantic as others?"

Zhuangyan listened to Lin Qingying's burying herself, calmly picked up a piece of potato chips from her potato chip bag and put them in her mouth for a few crunches, and said with a smile: "Is this a TV series, it's adapted, it's art, do you understand? Art comes from life, but it's higher than life, and it's sublimated."

Lin Qingying glared at her big eyes: "Speak human words."

Zhuang Yan immediately smiled and said, "Actually, it was just for you ordinary people to see."

Lin Qingying sneered: "I said to me, be humble in life. Are you jealous of director Liu Meng, right?"

Zhuang Yan snorted, "I am jealous of him?"

Lin Qingying giggled when she heard this: "I think she is a famous military writer and a military director. Books are bestsellers and TV series are popular dramas. I see you as jealous."

Zhuang Yan thought about it and couldn't refute it. It seemed that what Lin Qingying said was indeed true.

However, he was still a little dissatisfied and hummed: "If you want to write, I can write it too."

Lin Qingying laughed again after hearing this: "Okay, I support you in writing. Anyway, our family doesn't have any money to spend on artwork. You can write and become a famous writer. Let me show off. When I introduce you to my husband, I don't need to say that my family is a soldier and a rough man. I just said, "That person in my family is a military writer, and he has written any books..."

Zhuangyan felt relieved when she heard this.

In fact, he didn't dare to think about this in his heart.

Liu Meng's writing is indeed quite tearful, and it has set off a new wave of military literature. Compared with the traditional school, it is more suitable for the tastes of young people today, so it is so popular.

So he made an excuse and said, "But I don't have time now. I train all day, so how can I have time?"

"Then I'll wait until you change your career before writing." Lin Qingying felt that Zhuangyan was avoiding her own questioning, so she pursued her relentlessly.

When the couple get along, she likes to see her husband make a fool of herself.

Zhuang Yan was reluctant to admit defeat, so he stubbornly said, "Write just write, who is afraid of whom? I have never been afraid of hunters training, and I have never been afraid of the entire army in the headquarters to select the entire army. I am still afraid of writing a broken one?"

Lin Qingying smiled so hard that she rolled on the sofa: "Then I will regard you as a promise. If you don't write after you change your career in the future, it will prove that you are not a man!"

"Does men still use proof?" Zhuang Yan and shamelessly said: "Whoever knows better than me is to be a man, then you."

After saying that, he pounced on him like a wolf and held Lin Qingying down like an eagle catching a chicken.

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It is said that couples get married for a few years, such as paper marriage, silver marriage, golden marriage, etc.

Zhuangyan doesn't have any feeling like this.

itch?

That itch?

Itchy skin?

Although Zhuang Yan doesn't know how to say love words, Lin Qingying is the only one in his eyes, and she has never thought about anything else.

His life is that simple, at the military camp, at home, two points and one line.

Occasionally, I go back to my hometown or go to the capital to see my parents and mother-in-law.

In the past few years, Zhuang Yan has really made some achievements in the 4th Division.

The 1st Company became a model unit for the military region's training. More than a hundred soldiers below were screaming at random. Even the special brigade of the C Group Army did not dare to underestimate it.

Xu Er also went to the military academy. When he left, he grabbed his solemn sleeve and cried loudly, like a child who left his parents to go to kindergarten for the first time.

In recent years, as long as the soldiers of the 1st Company participated in the military scout competition, they would definitely win.

More and more people have made contributions, and more and more people have promoted them.

Zhuang Yan became the legendary company commander in the 4th Division.

That year, Zhuang Yan was promoted to deputy battalion commander of the reconnaissance battalion, and Tang Wenkai was transferred to the 1st regiment as deputy commander. The battalion commander's position as deputy commander did not intend to give it to anyone else, so he still asked Zhuang Yan to act as agent.

This is obviously to tell Zhuangyan to do it well and become a regular person if you do it well!

In a blink of an eye, he has become the most reduced deputy battalion cadre in the entire division.

However, on such a smooth day, he felt a little inexplicably disappointed.

The high-standard and high-quality amphibious reconnaissance battalion that I once wanted to build has been established, and my special combat philosophy has also been well practiced and verified.

The promise to exceed the number of military medals he made in his father, but now he is only 28 years old, and he has done it.

What about the future?

How do you go in the future?

Could it be that I keep following the steps?

Become a leader, then become a leader or something?

Sometimes, Zhuangyan stood by the training ground and looked up at the stars, listening to the rapid gunfire, but suddenly felt like a model train I saw in a toy city, moving around the tracks and following the established route.

Although it looks pleasing to the eye, it feels calm and unremarkable.

Military career itself is boring, and this makes it even more boring.

A life with a fixed path is not a solemn pursuit.

He is not an unsanctified guy himself.

Sometimes Zhuangyan has a scary idea, should she apply for a job transfer? After the job transfer, she learned from Comrade Liu Meng, and went to write about military affairs.

Perhaps, he could have been a famous writer or something, so that Lin Qingying could show off as he wished.

As soon as this idea emerged, everything was broken by a sudden exercise.

Life is like a box of colored bean chocolates, and you will never know what color the next one you pour out is.

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Because the plot was cut too much and the turn was too fast, in order to prevent everyone from being thrown out of the car and causing unnecessary damage, both chapters were overwhelmed.

Of course, I have to believe in the pen power of the Qiguan. Even if I cut it, I can take it back.
Chapter completed!