The humid and hot rainy season in southern Yunnan left a deep impression on him.
Just like the little girl wearing cotton and linen short-sleeved shirts and cropped trousers, and tanned by the blazing sun, he will remember it when he is idle.
On the border of the Three Kingdoms, along the Misuo River, poppies are planted everywhere.
It was in that sea of flowers that a 11-year-old girl dragged him ashore.
The girl wore a red rope on her left wrist, and the tail of the rope swayed back and forth as he treated his wound.
At that time, dark blood stains penetrated his waist camouflage.
Seeing her take out a pair of scissors from the rattan basket, squatted next to him to help him cut open the T-shirt near the wound, his mouth slightly pursed, and his face was unaged serious, making him leaning against the wooden bed. Asked: “Not afraid?”
“Hmm.” She didn’t raise her head, “Axi was shot by a shotgun, my mother handled it like this.”
“Who is Axi?”
“My family’s native dog.”
said Raise the young face.
Her cheeks were stained with dirt because she ran to the broken house.
The little girl was looking at him with a look at the fool.
As if he could not guess who “Axi” was, he made a very low-level mistake.
Song Baiyan looked at the girl’s dark, black deer eyes, noticed her little movement of quietly pouting her lips, felt funny, and suddenly forgot the pain in her abdomen, and began to remind her: “There is mud on her face.”
Even a young girl, Love beautiful too.
She raised her arm and wiped her face while asking him, “Where?”
Seeing that she hadn’t wiped it off for a long time, Song Baiyan leaned over and rubbed the dirt on her cheek with the thumb of her right hand, and touched it lightly, but let her instinctively tilt her head to hide.
The man’s hand holding a gun with a cocoon all year round fell on the girl’s delicate skin, which was a rough pain.
Over the years, Song Baiyan has long been unable to remember the details of many military careers.
Only can recall in detail the past that was saved.
Ji Ming stood in the rear without disturbing.
I don’t know how long it took, Song Baiyan said slowly: “The next time Xiao Si asks you to go to school again, and ask her about her situation at school.”
This “she” naturally refers to the lady Tang.
…
Tang Li had a long nightmare the first night after moving to Qishan dormitory.
In the dream, the familiar and greasy faces of the Li family flashed, and Han Jifeng turned indifferently. She dreamed that she was taking care of her mother day and night, and her exhaustion felt all over her body.
When the gunshot exploded in his mind, Tang Li woke up.
She was sweating all over.
Reaching for the light, only a wall was touched.
Afterwards, I remembered that I was in the school dormitory.
Instead of the cage that held her.
After 10:30 in the evening, the dormitory was turned off and turned off.
Tang Li picked up his cell phone and it was already over 2am.
She opened the new text message.
[Xiao Tang, you haven’t been here for a long time. The aunt is not at ease. If it’s okay, remember to send a message back to the aunt. ] The
text message was received around 11 o’clock last night.
Looking at the sender, Tang Li held his knees tightly.
Regardless of her previous life or this life, she has visited Qin Yueru in private.
In the last life, Qin Yueru wanted her to be the daughter-in-law, and Li Wenyan was a very important reason for her father to occupy, even if she was just the illegitimate daughter of the Li family.
When she was locked up by Han Jifeng, Qin Yueru visited her every week for the first half of the year.
Apart from sighing, Qin Yueru never accused his son.
Not to mention making up for her daughter-in-law.
