The year she returned from studying medicine abroad, she married the battalion commander brother next door who had protected her since childhood.
Everyone said she was lucky.
Her husband was young and promising, and her mother-in-law loved her as her own daughter, with a little one about to be born in her belly.
But no one expected that her overseas experience would be revealed before the child was born.
Some people were waiting to watch the fun, some advised the battalion commander to draw a clear line with her, and some asserted that the marriage would break up sooner or later.
As a result, the mother-in-law slammed the table on the spot: "I watched the girl grow up, is it your turn to make irresponsible remarks?"
The battalion commander rushed back from the army and only said one sentence: "I will protect my wife and son by myself."
And the newborn cub had no idea about the ups and downs outside.
He would only hold on to his mother's finger and squeak when he fell asleep; his father picked him up, kicked his little feet, and gave him a pee.
Later, the little Zaizai slowly grew up.
He would lie in his mother's arms and complain "Yeah, yeah, yeah", he would imitate his father in saluting but raise the wrong hand, and he would secretly hide half a biscuit and say in a babyish voice:
"Eat it, Zaizai is not hungry."
There are hard times, but there are also sweet times.
She was treating patients and rescuing people in the countryside, he was keeping track of his duties in the army, and her mother-in-law was busy sewing tiger shoes for her grandson.
The family just stumbled and raised that white and tender little boy from infancy to the most loved child in the entire family home.
Later someone asked the battalion commander what he was most proud of in his life.
He glanced at his son, who was sleeping sprawled out next to his wife, and was silent for a long time.
"I originally married her."
"Now, we have to add raising this brat."
