Why not hang yourself on the southeast tree

Chapter 159: Mountain Eagle: Fledgling Complex (2)

For a bird as big as a fist, you need to change the water in at least three basins to give it a bath.

Of course, it was Song Qian’s fist as big as his pestle.

[If it weren't for the fact that you're a girl, I wouldn't have bought you a pet shampoo. I've been using two-dollar sulfur soap for decades! The price of your bottle is equivalent to what I'll use for a lifetime! ]

[Ah——stinky dad! The stingy guy drinks cold water! ]

[Hey, you still dare to scold me, you heartless little thing! Where did you learn these words! ]

[Ah——Dad stinks! ]

Song Qian was so angry that he poured a handful of water on the little creature's head, causing it to struggle violently, and the fluff was flying all over the sky again.

Lin Xiaorou passed by the door and heard the chaos inside and yelled.

[What are you mumbling about? Hurry up and take a shower and go to bed. Your son will have a parent-teacher meeting at 10 o'clock tomorrow. You promised to go. If you don't go, he will tell everyone about you. I'm too lazy to explain.]

Song Qian's face turned dark. This brat...it's a waste of time to love him.

In Changsha, Hunan, "yedapi" is the local dialect, meaning "burp".

Last time the school held a parent-child sports meeting, he broke his promise and didn't go because he had something else to do. The brat went around saying "Daddy, yeah, shit."

Many people believed it and looked at him with sympathy, and even alarmed the teacher, who called Lin Xiaorou to find out what was going on...

When Song Qian returned home that night, he ran into his neighbor in the garage. The neighbor, who had just heard about his death in the morning, was so frightened that he almost had a heart attack.

He joined the army at the age of seventeen and got married at the age of thirty-five, marrying his childhood sweetheart. Lin Xiaorou overcame all difficulties and waited for him to come to her senses for more than ten years... This love cannot be betrayed.

When he was 42 years old, Lin Xiaorou gave birth to his child in the hospital delivery room, and he was in the hospital operating room to remove a bullet stuck in his lung. They were thousands of kilometers apart, but they were still concerned about each other.

He was forty-three years old. Although he was unwilling to do so, he was still arranged to retire due to injury. The gangsters and bandits on the Yunnan border were all fearless of death. Without good skills, the chance of him being injured again was obviously very high.

What's more, whenever he exercised vigorously, he couldn't stop coughing and wheezing, making a lot of noise.

Fortunately, his injuries do not affect his normal life.

Compared to many of his comrades who had no choice but to leave their lives at the border, he is really very lucky.

He got married late and had children even later.

He will be fifty next month, an age of knowing one's destiny.

While his peers are almost becoming grandfathers and enjoying their grandchildren, his son is only in the third grade of primary school.

The elderly parents on both sides regarded this finally awaited grandson as the apple of their eye. They took turns to have him live at their home, and they didn't have to worry about picking him up from school in the morning and dropping him off at night. The four old people doted on the boy and spoiled him to the point of lawlessness.

He speaks fluent Changsha dialect, which is better than Mandarin. He is angry with everything and everything. He is a little bully both at home and outside, and has a very spoiled temper.

Tomorrow's parents' meeting was the one the brat specifically requested his father to attend.

A week ago, when Song Qian was still in the northwest desert, the father and son had already made an agreement during a video call.

The brat's expression was very serious at the time, and he was threatened not to break his promise.

Come to think of it, he hasn't seen that brat for more than a month. Needless to say, he missed him a lot.

Not only the head thinks about it, the heart thinks about it, and the hands think about it too.

That duangduang little butt can only be slapped when the grandparents who are protecting it are not around.

[Ah——Stinky dad, if you wash me again my hair will fall out!!!]

It was time to change the water for the last time, but Song Qian pretended not to hear anything. He fished the little thing out of the water, turned on the shower head and rinsed it 360 degrees without any dead ends. He shook off the water before putting it on the towel.

【Ah——】

Even though he sounded fierce, the force he used was very gentle and it didn't hurt me at all.

Oh, a man with a hard mouth but a soft heart!

[Ah——Dad, I love you so much! ]

Song Qian's face turned a little red, and he rubbed even more gently.

Because it was cold, he turned on a heater for the Phantom, set it to the lowest setting and set it to ten minutes.

People at the pet hospital said that birds cannot come into contact with things that are too hot, such as hair dryers, especially since Phantom is so young and his wing feathers haven't fully grown yet.

[Ah——Dad, I’m so sleepy! ]

Tired from all the tossing and turning, I fell asleep immediately and didn’t even notice when my father put me into the box covered with a velvet blanket.

The next day, at noon, the alarm clock rang five times at 8:30, but the couple was still sleeping.

When Lin Xiaorou sat up, her waist ached so much that she couldn't help but grimace and kicked someone angrily.

The snoring stopped abruptly.

A pair of strong arms stretched out from under the quilt, hooked her waist, and dragged her back into the quilt.

[Well, wife, sleep a little longer, why do you get up so early! ]

Lin Xiaorou was in a bad mood, but she was also greedy for the warmth of the man's arms. She hesitated for a long time and did not move.

[Honey, my waist is sore, give it a massage! ]

Women who act coquettishly have the best life. Although Lin Xiaorou can't learn to speak in a coquettish voice, it's okay to show weakness occasionally.

Especially since the target is this straightforward and rough guy, the instructions must be clear and precise.

Maybe this is a sequelae of the strict discipline required of soldiers.

Gentleness is what Lin Xiaorou's mother expects of her.

However, in terms of temperament, appearance and figure, she has perfectly copied and pasted her father. From childhood to adulthood, she has always been a gas tanker, and her personality is also very explosive.

Song Qian's eyes were still closed, and his right hand was already pressing on the acupoints on his wife's lower back.

He had been a soldier for many years and was very familiar with the tendons, meridians and acupoints of the human body.

Whether in training or actual combat, the chance of injury for special forces is much greater than that of other troops, and they are all equipped with professional acupuncturists and masseurs to relieve muscle and bone pain.

Over the years, he has learned a lot, and now it is coming in handy.

People, there is no wasted journey, every step you take in the past counts.

【Jingle Bell--】

The alarm clock rang again, nine o'clock.

Song Qian didn't want to disappoint his son again, so he pressed his wife on the pillow, kissed her hard, and got out of bed quickly.

When he went out, he tiptoed like a thief, for fear of waking up the extremely clingy little creature in the warehouse.

It was already past the rush hour, and when I drove out, there was no traffic jam. However, it was difficult to park near the school, and I drove around several times before I finally found a space.

With a height of 1.97 meters, he stood out among the line of parents waiting to sign for permission to enter the school, attracting many envious or jealous looks.

Only the old man behind him nodded secretly, praising in his heart: This man is like a wall, blocking the northwest wind just right, so it's not that cold anymore.

God knows, Song Qian remembered the grade, the student number, and the homeroom teacher, but he forgot the class number.

After he entered the school, he almost couldn't find which floor his son's classroom was on.

I had to ask a kind-hearted person and confirm the name of my homeroom teacher before I could roughly figure out the location.

From a distance, I saw the bad boy waiting at the back door of the classroom with a pout on his face. His heels were about to kick the wall down. That small area of ​​the wall was covered with his black footprints.

Song Qian was wearing a mask and a hat, and thought his son wouldn't be able to recognize him at first, but he ran over and hugged his knees.

【Dad! Dad! 】