Shuluo looked at the innocent face of Xiaoshi, rubbed his hands and said excitedly, "this is your son! I can't believe you have a son! Let me take it. I love children...
however, as soon as he got close to the little stone, the stone suddenly turned his head, buried his face in Song QingHan's chest, and his mouth also made a whine of grievance.
Shuluo's face was stiff. He took back his hand awkwardly, scratched his head, and faltered: "well, maybe I've been contaminated with too much evil spirit recently, and I'll be fine after a while..."
Song QingHan chuckled, touched the head of a small stone, and nodded his chin to Shuluo, indicating that he looked in the direction of his sight, and whispered: "I live there, when you are free You can come to me later. If I'm free, I'll go in with you and help as much as I can. "
Although his main purpose is to confirm the safety of Wu Dahu, it does not mean that he will watch the soldiers struggling and despairing in pain.
Seeing the compassion in his eyes, Shuluo pursed his lips without saying any more witticism. He nodded and said, "OK, it's not too early. I'll go back first, or those people will curse again...
Song QingHan nodded to him and walked towards his tent with a small stone in his arms.
Just as he was about to enter, he did not know what he thought, and suddenly went to the residence of the general he had seen in the morning.
I don't know when he is usually in the tent. It may be better to say hello in advance if you want to put small stones in his place to help take care of them.
When song arrived at the top of the tent, he found that the soldiers were not very far away.
Song QingHan was stunned and subconsciously said, "what are you doing?"
Frightened by the sudden sound, the group of soldiers stopped their work and looked up at Song QingHan.
When they found that the comer was just a small logistics soldier, a trace of anger appeared on their faces. Fortunately, they knew that the matter was urgent, and they did not waste time on song QingHan, so they continued to move.
Seeing that they had begun to pack up their last things, song QingHan simply went to them and frowned: "this adult asked me to come to him this afternoon and said that he had something to tell me. You have removed his tent. How can he live when he comes back?"
Song seemed to be wondering why the small people were not rolling their eyes when they were looking at the small stone.
I don't know whether it was song QingHan's tough posture or the lovely appearance of small stones that played a role. After cleaning up, those people finally raised their heads and said to song QingHan: "the adult you are waiting for has been seriously injured and has been sent to the military doctor. If there is no accident, he will not come back again."
After finishing this sentence, regardless of whether song QingHan understood it or not, they directly lifted up their packed things and walked quickly towards the distance.
Song QingHan understood them. After all, this is the front line. Every second is very precious, but he has not recovered from the news just received.
"Will not come back" means that he will go back to his original place after treatment, or will he die?
His fingers trembled, and his face was compassionate.
Small stone aware of his emotions, put out a little fat hand, tightly lying on song QingHan's body, as if to give him a comforting embrace.
Song QingHan hugged the small stone and sighed faintly. He turned and walked back to his tent.
It was the first time since he came here that he felt that he was already in the battlefield. Even when he went to the military doctor before, he did not have a big impact on him.
After all, the general was sitting in front of him in the morning, laughing and teasing the little stone, and doting on the little stone to pull his beard...
Jiayi looked at Song QingHan strangely, and saw his eyes red and tears in his eyes, and asked doubtfully, "have you been bullied?"
Song QingHan came back to her mind and was about to answer, she heard Jiayi add: "you really have to thank that person, or I will think that having children is everything. No matter what you have done, just pass the child up."
Seeing that he was still talking in that disgusting manner, song QingHan stopped and calmly said, "one of the adults who I went to pour the nightpot in the morning was pulled out of his tent because he was seriously injured. It is said that he may not have to come back."
Jiayi was stunned. It seemed that song QingHan would tell him this. He turned his head to one side and rolled his eyes and said, "what's the matter with me? We don't have to go to the battlefield, besides, we have less and less things to do with one less person... "
he said, his voice getting smaller and smaller, and at the end of the day, he seemed to be murmuring.
Song QingHan didn't try to persuade him or anything. Anyway, he would experience these things sooner or later. Just like himself, he would find that he had fewer and fewer familiar faces every day. Although his work was relaxed, his heart was already weighed down by too much emotionAfter sentimental, song QingHan began to worry about the whereabouts of small stones.
Although these generals are easy to get along with, none of them like the general in the morning who likes small stones so much.
These people have been tortured by the war for a long time. How can they divide their energy to coax a child?
Playing with song QingHan's hair, Xiaoshi suddenly called out, "Dad! Dad
Song QingHan's heart is tight, almost subconsciously thought that Wu Dahu had come in. He quickly turned around and covered his face with a cloak.
Jiayi was shocked by his series of actions. She looked at him suspiciously, turned her head and looked at the tent without any movement. She said in a funny way: "even if the enemy hits the door and you are so blocked, can they still let you go?"
Song QingHan knew that he had made an oolong. He coughed softly, put down his cloak, looked at the innocent stone on his face, and whispered, "your father is busy! I don't have time to take you, and... If he sees you, I'll give you a good spanking! "
Small stone shriveled mouth, not happy to hold his small hand, see song QingHan a burst of heartache.
Can anyone... Take a little stone for a ride from time to time?
The image of a galloping horse suddenly appeared in Song QingHan's mind. He clapped his hands and said, "I know!"
After throwing down this sentence, he went out of the door again with a small stone in his arms. He looked like a dusty man and made Jiayi frown.