Leilei misses his father.

Every night, I would walk to the regiment headquarters to make a phone call with Grandma Meng's hand.

The little guy was not clear about his pronunciation, so he said to his father one by one to the microphone.

Meng Chenhao will slowly listen to what his son says whenever he receives a call from his son.

Grandma Meng was quite worried. She knew that her eldest grandson must have been very busy at work just now, so how could she be pestered by her kids like this? So she looked at the time and started to coax the kids to hang up the phone.

"Leilee, your mother is back." The lie that Grandma Meng, the wolf, came, worked once, and was directly reimbursed for the second time.

Leilei didn't look at his grandmother. He clamped the phone with his little hands and neck tightly, and did not let his grandmother take it away. He walked to the other side and continued to talk to his father.

"dad."

"Um."

"Mom, mom, today, no, go home."

"She will come back later. She teaches students. Leilei will study one day and become a student."

"Students, what?"

"Students learn useful cultural knowledge. Only by learning knowledge and technology well can they become useful people to society."

When Meng Chenhao and his son were giving a lecture, the soldiers next to him laughed: "We, Chief Meng, are actually OK to do ideological and political work."

Leilei heard the voices of others on the phone, and his little head would wonder: "Yes, who?"

When asked who it was, the soldiers were even more interesting and said to his father: "Let him come and see us quickly. Commander Meng, your son is asking who we are."

Meng Chenhao scratched his head: "Have you counted the days and counted for a month, Leilei?"

Leilei remembered the circle he drew with his father, and said with his little mouth: "It's over."

ah?

"You draw a circle every day? Did your mother remember you draw a circle every day?"

Regarding the eldest grandson's question, Grandma Meng walked up to explain to the microphone in the child's hand: "The day after you left, he took a pen and painted a calendar all by himself."

So, he shouldn't have been so stupid that he taught his children to draw this thing? Meng Chenhao was helpless and calmly said to his son: "In this way, Dad will count the days for you. Now it's about half a month, and it's almost done."

Heard that it was almost gone, Leilei was happy and lit his little head desperately: "It's soon!"

"Half a month left. Life passes quickly. Leilei wants to help his mother pack up, do you know?"

With a new task assigned by his father, Leilei finally gave up the phone. He handed the microphone to Grandma Meng, and his calves rushed home. He was afraid that the child would fall, so Grandma Meng didn't even have time to say something to his eldest grandson. He hung up the phone and chased the child: "Leilei, don't run so fast, be careful. What should I do if I fall? Your parents will feel distressed."

Leilei ran home and saw that he came out to find his aunt after finishing his homework.

The little girl Meng Chencheng knew as soon as she thought about it: "Have you secretly called to find your father, Leilei? How could you not take me to call?"

Leilei pulled his aunt's hand to comfort her, and then pulled her to her room.

"What do you want to do, Leilei?" Meng Chencheng asked his nephew curiously.

Leilei picked up his building blocks, picked them up one by one, put them together, holding his eyebrows, as if thinking about how to put them away. So he looked around and saw his aunt remembering her schoolbag and called: "Shu, bag."
Chapter completed!