60s:PETITE WIFE

CHAPTER 1121-1140

The matter of the Huang family was over. Shen Jiao went to get off work on time every day, and in a blink of an eye it was November. People on the street wore vests and thin coats. The temperature in Haishi was a little higher than in Dongping. It may snow in Dongping City in November, but the sea market is not so fast, at least until the twelfth lunar month to see snow.

In the evening, Shen Jiao wrote to Han Qixiu as usual. She didn't mention anything about her unsatisfactory work at work. Most of the things she mentioned were interesting things about the children.

"Brother Han, Zhuangzhuang said today that he wants to build a snowman, and asked me why it's not snowing. I explained it for a long time to let the little guy understand the difference between north and south, and let them wait another month, but in the end Yuanyuan suddenly said In a word, what a surprise.

Do you know what Yuanyuan said? He said that he was going to build a snowman at his father's place in the future, and he also said that there was a lot of snow at his father's place, and he didn't know how he knew this.

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Brother Han, you can just work with peace of mind. With me at home, I will take good care of my son and wait for you to come back! "

Shen Jiao put a kiss on the letter and sighed. Thinking of Yuanyuan's serious talk during the day that she was going to build a snowman at her father's place, Shen Jiao was very heartbroken and a little sour. Not only did the little guys miss their father, she also wanted to. !

After a day of training, Han Qixiu returned to the office. They have moved to the base below. The altitude here is about 4,000 meters. Even ordinary people can live at such an altitude. The physical fitness of special forces can also be tolerated. Rigorous training at this height.

"Captain, vice-captain, your parcels and letters, the sisters-in-law are really virtuous, and they send delicious food every three or five hours. We can have a good time again." The thorn that can't go down, smiling.

Han Qixiu took a stack of letters into his arms, there were twenty or thirty letters in total, the sausages and air-dried chicken in the package, as well as some jerky and canned beef sauce, were all made by Shen Jiao, and the situation on the serious side was the same.

Throwing the sausage and air-dried chicken to the blade, Han Qixiu said in a cold voice, "Eat dinner."

With a serious smile, he contributed all his share, and there were a lot of gatherings together. The blade cheered, and with a big hand, he walked away happily, and when he walked to the door, he joked: "Have a daughter-in-law. People are happiness, and we bachelors are sad!"

"roll"

He scolded with a serious laugh, and the blade rolled, took out a piece of jerky from his pocket and stuffed it into his mouth, and smiled contentedly. Sly, he didn't dare to make a move on the tiger's head.

Han Qixiu casually opened the top letter. According to the date, it should have been written by Shen Jiao a few days ago. It was written by his son asking about the snow. meaning.

Seriously and hungrily, he looked at the letter his wife wrote to him. In this barren land, he was faced with either white snow or a group of rough soldiers. How could a daughter-in-law and a son be pleasing to the eyes, if it weren't for a family letter to comfort the loneliness, forgive him. It was the hardest training they had ever undergone, but they couldn't stand the loneliness that drove the robots crazy.

"Look at how strong my son is. The longer he grows, the more he looks like him and me."

With a serious smile, he showed Han Qixiu the photo of his youngest son with a big head and a head. High, let the serious self understand.