Chapter 894: Chapter 767: Children’s Day on June 1

On Children’s Day, June 1st, Zhou Jiao got up early and spent quite some time tidying up her appearance after washing up. By the time she put on the clothes prepared the night before, it was already late.

Lin Lishan couldn’t help but laugh at her daughter’s seriousness. She took the kettle bag prepared by Aunt Chen and followed her daughter, behind her husband and son-in-law.

Not far from the door, Old Mrs. Cheng, dressed formally, was already waiting for them for quite some time. Seeing them return, she couldn’t help but complain about their dawdling.

What day is it today?

Their Little Ping’an’s big moment as an announcer, how could they be so indifferent?

Walking in the Big Courtyard, Zhou Jiao surprisingly found many vacationing parents taking their children out, secretly glad she returned home early last night, otherwise, she’d be so ashamed to let her son down.

Compared to previous years, this time, several kindergartens jointly celebrated Children’s Day, arranging the event venue at an opera house in the city.

Before reaching the opera house entrance, they already saw two rows of naive, lively children standing at the entrance, waving wreaths and shouting welcome words.

Due to identity concerns, Zhou Jiao accompanied Old Mrs. Cheng, her mom, and Zhang Guoqing to get out of the car first, leaving her dad to walk through the special passage alone with the Service Soldier.

Zhou Xiaozheng watched the few people walking away, pressed his lips, and instructed Xiao Wang to set off. Why does he dislike having personnel accompanying him before and after?

Every important commemorative day, it’s either absent or just a fleeting glimpse.

Entering the opera house, Zhang Guoqing watched the children running around, feeling a bit overwhelmed. He worried about a mischievous child accidentally bumping into his wife’s belly.

The three crowded around Zhou Jiao and walked towards Ping’an Kindergarten’s gathering spot, sure enough, seeing the children poking their heads out, looking around the passage.

Seeing this, Zhang Guoqing immediately beamed a toothy smile, waving his hands. If not for the public setting, worrying about embarrassing the child, he’d shout out loud for his son.

Following Zhang Guoqing’s movements, Old Mrs. Cheng, Lin Lishan, and Zhou Jiao also saw Ping’an, and everyone quickly hurried forward.

Little Ping’an, with a fair face dabbed with two patches of red, now wore a little military uniform, a belt around his waist, and a small military cap, fittingly stiffening his face upon seeing them coming, immediately revealing a beaming smile.

Seeing her son’s youthful face, handsome features, paired with the military uniform, simply irresistibly charming. Zhou Jiao secretly praised her son.

In less than ten years, their "little fresh meat," who inherited all excellent genes from his parents, would surely inherit his grandpa’s title as a handsome man.

Old Mrs. Cheng reservedly nodded to greet nearby parents, listening to their praises for the children, secretly delighted, yet humbly smiled on her face.

Beside them, Lin Lishan and Zhang Guoqing were rather openly happy, accepting it fully without modesty.

Zhou Jiao lowered her head and winked sneakily at her son, quickly giving a thumbs up. Seeing her son reveal a dazzling smile, she quickly signaled to keep composed.

—If we’re going to play, we’ve got to play the cool guy type like grandpa. That gentle and considerate type, with dimples to boot, would bring too many admirers in the future!

When the program officially started, Zhou Jiao returned to her seat with everyone, looked up and couldn’t spot any of her dad’s seating upstairs no matter how long she searched.

When Ping’an appeared as an announcer, looking at her composed son without script paper, fluently saying welcome remarks to guest comrades.

Zhou Jiao lightly smiled at Zhang Guoqing. Her son already had an air of a commander!

After Little Ping’an exited, the whole theater was once again filled with enthusiastic applause, listening to parents and elders praising the children, Zhang Guoqing was so moved he almost welled up with tears.

—His son, given a starting point, wouldn’t need wings to soar.

Throughout the children’s performance, Zhang Guoqing wasn’t focused.

Even if a dance performance by a reputed major general’s granddaughter, said to be only seven or eight, was unmatched, he felt it didn’t compare to his son standing quietly there blowing a flute.

If paired with ancient attire, grown a bit taller, and matched with a classic tune, what Mr. Yu, what Beijing’s first beautiful man would be trivial.

Holding the camera, following other parents circling the stage taking pictures, Zhang Guoqing, once his son appeared, his energy surged, more effective than any tonic.

Finally returning to change film, Zhou Jiao, unable to bear it any longer, finally pulled him aside. If he continued, this father-son duo would become famous today.

Not just Zhou Jiao, even upstairs Zhou Xiaozheng watching his son-in-law by the stage twitched his eyes. This kid, when encountering his wife and son, intellect always lacks!

As a father-in-law, he genuinely didn’t know whether to be happy or worried?

But Old Mrs. Cheng was joyous, repeatedly reminding Zhang Guoqing to protect those films, wanting to develop several copies to keep at home, finding joy even without occasion.

That settled it, joined by Lin Lishan, the three were engrossed in conversation, chatting happily.

With the performance over, when it was finally possible to pick up her son, Zhou Jiao exited the theater and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing the still eagerly chatting trio, she regrettably touched her large belly. Pity she couldn’t squat down, otherwise she would’ve told her son earlier.

—Such side skills, we’re just passing the time, definitely shouldn’t pursue the path of a literary soldier.

"I just saw my grandpa, and also saw great-grandfather them."

Zhang Guoqing turned back to look behind: "Your grandpa came with us and should have already left with them."

"Yes, grandpa said he had official duties, would celebrate with me tonight."

Looking at the children ahead clamoring to go to Old Mo’s, to restaurants, to parks, Lin Lishan couldn’t bear it and suggested: "How about we take you out to play first?"

Ping’an looked at his mom, understandingly shook his head: "My mom would be tired, take me next year."

Such a considerate son, how could Zhou Jiao not love?

She raised her arm to pat her son’s head, smiled: "Mom will go home first; great-grandmother and grandma will accompany you to have ice cream, okay?"

"I’d rather stay with mom."

Yes, to accompany mom.

Today, many of his little buddies spent Children’s Day with their parents; he too wanted to accompany his parents. Once his brothers were born, dad and mom would be divided into three parts.

Ping’an’s little thoughts were unknowable.

His words again endeared him to Old Mrs. Cheng for quite a while. So never assume children are too young to employ tactics.

Everyone knowingly avoided any unhappy topics about today’s special day. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

Not everyone could enjoy such a happy Children’s Day. In many places, under harsh conditions where children couldn’t even eat enough, what Children’s Day could there be?

After returning, sending Old Mrs. Cheng back to the Cheng Family to rest, Zhang Guoqing took out the gift prepared in advance by Zhou Jiao, carrying his son out of the Big Courtyard, letting him experience the real world outside.

—There exists a place, where all are angels forsaken by God.

Standing at the Welfare Institute entrance, Zhang Guoqing put his son down, leading him inside.

He hoped his son could use those big eyes to understand the coldness and warmth of the world.