Yun Hao lay on the bed unable to sleep, still sensing the scent of his wife lingering on the quilt, which made it even harder to fall asleep.
This treatment for his leg wasn't going to be a short process.
Wife, when will you come back?
I miss you.
The next morning, Yun Hao took Little Huzi to the military base.
After Yun father and Yun mother got up and didn't see the father and son, they asked Old Father Zhao.
"Relative, where are Little Huzi and Ahao?"
Old Father Zhao said with a smile, "They went to the military base. Over the years, Little Huzi's weekends have always been fully booked. Didn't he go for calligraphy practice yesterday? Today, he went to the military base."
Yun father and Yun mother exchanged looks. They thought yesterday Little Huzi had gone for extra lessons, but now they knew he went to learn calligraphy.
"Relative, when did Little Huzi start learning calligraphy?"