FSC [QT] Chapter 78.1

“Mom, is that really Dad?”

Baowa was too active during the day, probably because she was really tired. She was listless even during dinner and had already fallen asleep. On the contrary, Zhuangwa was still very energetic. 

After struggling for a long time, he finally asked this question to his trusted mother.

“That’s Dad, the father of you and Baowa.”

No matter how angry Ah Wu was, she couldn’t erase the identity of Kuang Aijun as a father.

“But since Dad is still alive, why hasn’t he come to see me and my sister for three years? Why do Mom, Grandpa, Grandma, Uncle, and Aunt all say that Dad is dead?”

Zhuangwa couldn’t figure out this problem.

“Dad will tell Zhuangwa about this. How about Zhuangwa asking Dad himself tomorrow?”

Ah Wu didn’t know how to explain this problem to a six-year-old child. Since the trouble was caused by Kuang Aijun, he should solve it himself.

“Then, should I call him Dad?”

Zhuangwa was silent for a long time, and finally, he stopped asking this question, but soon, he asked another question.

The little boy’s voice was timid, a little nervous, and a little hesitant.

“Zhuangwa, are you willing to call him Dad?”

Ah Wu opened his quilt, moved Zhuangwa, who was covered with an independent quilt, pinched his little hand, touched his hair, and asked very gently.

“I don’t want to now.”

Zhuangwa said in a muffled voice and then looked at his mother nervously, but it was too dark, so he couldn’t see his mother’s expression at this time.

He was afraid that his mother would be angry. At night, his grandmother always hoped that he could call that man Dad. 

What about his mother? Did she think the same way?

“If Zhuangwa doesn’t want to call him Dad now, then don’t call him. One day, when Zhuangwa is willing to let him be your father, it will not be too late for you to call him Dad.”

Ah Wu felt that Kuang Aijun deserved it. He was worthy of the country and the people, but he was not worthy of his elders, wife, and children at home. 

It didn’t make sense for him to disappear for three years and then let everyone accept his disappearance without any scruples after he came back as if nothing had happened.

Especially for the two children, this father was too unfamiliar. 

When Kuang Aijun ‘sacrificed’, Zhuangwa and Baowa were only two and a half years old, which was not old enough to remember people. Their impression of their father over the years came from the photo hanging on the wall. 

In this situation, how could the two children happily accept the sudden appearance of a father?

“Okay.”

Zhuangwa breathed a sigh of relief, hugged his mother tightly, and finally fell asleep.

On the other side, Kuang Aijun took the quilt to another bedroom originally prepared for the children and spent the night using the pillow and quilt given by A Wu.

“At least, they gave me a pillow and quilt before they kicked me out.”

Kuang Aijun’s requirements were not high. Ah Wu gave him a pillow and quilt, which made him feel that the hard-mouthed woman was actually very soft-hearted.

Kuang Aijun had experienced all the worst living environments. 

Even though China had been established and the domestic situation seemed to have been stabilized, small-scale wars were still frequent in places that ordinary people could not see. There were also some hostile organizations abroad. Soldiers like them had to hold their heads on their belts.

During his military services in the army, Kuang Aijun had gone days and nights without sleep; he had been shot, but he continued to fight after a simple bandage, causing the wound to fester and fester, and there was still shrapnel that had not been removed from his body; he had dug grass roots and ate insects when food supplies were not in place in the rear…

Now he had a soft quilt, pillow, and a brick house that could shelter him from wind and rain, Kuang Aijun was really content.

But the thought of his wife next door sleeping soundly with their two children in her arms made him feel extremely uncomfortable. 

Although his living conditions were very good, he still couldn’t fall asleep.

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Ah Wu’s biological clock was very fixed. 

Basically, she would get up around six o’clock every morning, prepare breakfast, and clean the house. 

Then at half past six, she would wake up the two children and urge them to get dressed, wash their faces, and brush their teeth. 

Afterward, the three of them would finish breakfast together, go out around ten past seven, and arrive at school before half past seven.

Today was no exception. Ah Wu woke up, put on her clothes, and braided herself a simple single braid, tying the end of her hair with a rubber band.

 

 

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