Chinese people all over the world are cheering and cheering. They are happy for the strength of their motherland. No matter where they live and work, the roots you grow up will never be erased. The strength of the motherland will make you stand up straight in a foreign country, and will give you a strong glory, more or less, and will also increase the status of these people living abroad in the local area.

After a month of precipitation, we can breathe a sigh of relief. The underground forces seeds planted by Zhang Shidong on Baodao a long time ago have not only taken root, sprouted and grown, but also provided the necessary accurate information for this clearing operation, so that those guys who are not the main target but can also cause certain storms have nowhere to hide. They were caught very early, which also made many people afraid to cause trouble. China arranged for a long time. If they saw that, some small people were caught in the shortest time.

Word of mouth, when you are afraid that this emotion will be contagious, no one dares to make trouble easily. After a month of change, more and more people find that life has not been changed as unbearable as they imagined, and it is still the same as before. Except for the soldiers you see changed their clothes and the flags you see changed, everything seems to have not changed. Life continues, work continues, and entertainment continues.

Isn't this good, too?

With a similar mentality, the entire treasure island gradually calmed down. With some effective auxiliary publicity and measures above, with the beginning of the election, the atmosphere of peace became stronger and stronger. As the stability lasted, the tourism industry in the two sides of the Taiwan Strait and the mainland suddenly exploded. The trip between the treasure island and the mainland was just a flight ticket. More and more mainland tourists set foot on this land, indirectly causing the proportion of tourism in the treasure island to increase, and the most intuitive income increased, which was more stable than anything.

A few days ago, the arrival of senior executives and their appearance in front of the public calmed down those who were still worried about the unstable social security. People with such high status rushed to the streets to meet thousands of people. What are the ordinary people afraid of? People in military uniforms can be seen in the city anytime and anywhere. Whenever they encounter any incident, they are faster than police. In more than a month, the crime rate in the entire treasure island has dropped to the lowest level in previous years.

The strange arguments in various countries have disappeared, and the sarcasm of some overseas people have disappeared. They are all immersed in the research of perfect gene warriors, and have been desperately studying genetic drugs. Those who have not obtained are also desperately studying why you can find out what we are bad, and it must be OK.

Baodao is part of China. Those who want to carry out large-scale publicity within China are denied by their superiors. The perception we want to give everyone is that one family is, and one family returns to the same family and what is there to promote, but this makes people feel that we have no confidence.

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Yanjing, Siheyuan.

Zhang Jun and Kong Mei officially retired and took care of Ling Jingyun, a pregnant woman throughout the whole process. The huge team was also reduced because she returned to the courtyard to recuperate, but the internal and external guards were greatly enhanced.

Her beautiful figure was damaged during pregnancy. The bulge of her belly did not destroy Jingyun's overall beauty. Her disappearance did not cause much trouble. First, she did not have much news before, and second, everyone is now paying attention to the affairs of Baodao, and this circle is no longer the mainstream of people's daily life.

Ling Jingyun likes the courtyard very much. Perhaps she prefers the courtyard with a bungalow more and gives her a feeling of returning home. Although it is much better here than the one in Pingjiang.

It was snowing in Yanjing, but she still liked to bask in the yard when the sun was best at noon. She was afraid that she would catch a cold, and the stove in the yard would be ignited before she came out, allowing the warm breath to cover the entire yard.

Every day, she doesn't dare to go out shopping. As a public figure, Ling Jingyun has long been accustomed to hiding in a closed space. Other girls may hate Zhang Jun and Kong Mei's excessive enthusiasm, so enthusiastic that she has no private space. Jingyun doesn't hate it. On the contrary, she enjoys it very much. She basically never enjoyed the meticulous care and spoiledness of her mother in her childhood. She has shouldered the heavy responsibility of the family since she was a child. She has no idea what it feels like to be so spoiled by her elders. Now she is surrounded by such an atmosphere every day, and she feels that her hardship and fatigue in her childhood have been rewarded in an all-round way.

Lying on the sofa and watching classic videos from various countries and various types, this was a spiritual enjoyment for her. The coffee table was filled with various fruit foods suitable for pregnant women. Kong Mei said that junk food can also be eaten, which is also a kind of intake. Just control the amount of knowledge, so Ling Jingyun occasionally eats some small foods such as potato chips.

During this period, Ling Jingyun had all the phone numbers of women on her mobile phone. She would call them, not show off, but just express her attitude, hoping that they would not be jealous. They would have this opportunity in the future, and they were just lucky. The first two people would make people misunderstand. As time goes by, they also felt Ling Jingyun's sincerity. Gradually, although they could not become friends because of fighting, they still had a lot of money to be an acquaintance who occasionally made phone calls.

"Come on, Jingyun, drink this bowl of soup." Kong Mei came in with a bowl of bone soup. In order not to let Ling Jingyun disgust the tonic, she also thought of many ways to taste it.

"Thank you, mom." Ling Jingyun learned to change his words during this period. There was no obstacle except shyness. He was his woman, and his parents were my parents.

Kong Mei felt happy when she watched her gudong and gudong pour down. This was the nature of her mother. Everything was for her children and a manifestation of her beloved husband. I had our inheritance and I wanted to give him the best.

"If you are tired, just sleep for a while. I think you don't have much sleep a day, and you don't see you vomiting or nauseating. Child, you will suffer a lot less."

Ling Jingyun didn't understand anything at all. Kong Mei talked to her about her condition when she was pregnant. She vomited and had no appetite for anything she saw every day. How could she feel so comfortable and edible now, and she hasn't seen her fat too much. However, the bulging stomach is bigger than her figure, and her nutrition is absorbed by the child.

It made Jingyun smile, very sweet, touching her belly, this is her happiness. At this moment, she forgot her beloved career and wanted to spend this most wonderful time wholeheartedly. It would be great if she could be with him...

The door was pushed open hard, and a figure rushed in with great strides. Zhang Jun's reprimanding voice sounded from behind: "Be gentle, if Jingyun is asleep, don't wake him up."

There was still a vicissitudes of traveling far away on her face and a tired body. Zhang Shidong threw Bao aside, strode over and squatted in front of Ling Jingyun, his hand was covered on her stomach, and he felt very strangely pressed his face over: "Why don't this kid give me some reaction?"

Kong Mei lit her son's forehead: "Boy, how old is he? He still reacts."

Under the light outside, Jingyun's face shone with a maternal light: "I'm back."

Zhang Shidong reached out and stroked her cheek: "Yes."

Zhang Jun and Kong Mei exited the room, closed the door, and left the space for them to live alone. Looking at Wan Meng who was tidying up the shape in the front yard room, they almost didn't recognize him. There was a scar on his left face, from his temple to his chin, and his whole body looked very ferocious, and his whole body was also different. Zhang Jun could feel that he had murderous aura, the kind of murderous aura that he had exposed when he had met a vicious bandit. Although he knew more or less what his son had done with the army, he couldn't help but worry about him that Wan Meng had become like this. They must have suffered a lot and experienced a lot.

"Uncle, aunt." Wan Meng smiled silly, still the same smile, but it was hard to see the shadow of the past on his face. The young child has grown up and experienced things that ordinary people can't imagine. It's difficult to be like the past again.

"Child, come here for dinner, the big bones are freshly prepared."

He looked like he was holding a job and gnawing on his bones, but he was still the same as before. However, he was used to fighting and living in difficult environments all day long. It was difficult to achieve a calm sleep. This may be the difficult process the leader said.

Holding the comic book, Wan Meng sat next to the stove, grilled skewers and chicken wings, made a bottle of white wine, poured and drank by himself, and could no longer anesthesize his nerves, and only made him feel a spicy feeling flowing in his body.

Fighting makes him numb and requires similar stimulation to make him feel the existence of his body.

Looking at the comic books you like, eating the barbecue you always like, drinking wine, and feeling comfortable in the warm room. The chief is right, only after you really give, you are qualified to enjoy this peaceful moment.

Zhang Jun pushed the door and Wan Meng raised his head: "Uncle."

"Give me a whole cup."

"Okay, uncle, these chicken wings are just roasted."

Zhang Jun took a sip and lit a cigarette: "If you can't say anything, don't say anything. If you can say something, talk to the uncle."

Wan Meng smiled: "There is nothing that cannot be said. The leader took us to fight and went to many countries. In some places, I even forgot my name. I have no guns or weapons. I have entered the country with normal citizenship. I have brought enough money to buy vehicles and look for some people, and then..."

Zhang Jun nodded and pointed at Wan Meng's face.

"Haha, the explosion fragments are scratched, it's a little bit."

Zhang Jun didn't say anything more, and chatted casually while drinking and Wan Meng. He could feel the hideousness of the other party's understatement. The explosion fragments were just a little bit. Zhang Jun could not imagine what kind of cruel battle they were experiencing, and could only bring them into wars and various film and television dramas more than half a century ago.

Having a child is like this, as a father, is extremely proud.
Chapter completed!