Chapter 2784： The tired and tired little general of the tired general (49)

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The eyes of the girl are like warm flowers.

Let Lu Xinglan be silent for a moment, his cold and dark eyes, more turbulent tide.

The sourness spread to the end of his eyes.

He blinked laboriously, his thin lips clenched tightly, and eventually he couldn't support the turbulent sour emotion, and his voice went down.

"I am so filial, I don't deserve to be sacrificed and worshipped in the future."

He broke the rear of the Lu family.

It is natural to become a lonely soul after death.

Bai Weiwei's cleaned lips, Yan Hong was absent, because she lost both her qi and blood, but she showed unhealthy powder.

Her charming eyes curved sweetly, and her outstretched fingers pityed the fragile man in front of her.

Her fingertips were cold, but the temperature of her voice was unusually warm.

"You deserve the sky, the ground, the people, and the people. I believe in the ancestors of the Lu family, I have spent all my life to guard all this and give it to you. And you hold on to this.

With that said, the girl's smile revealed a bit of bitterness.

"I have heard your deeds and worshipped abnormally. I feel that you are a great hero protecting the Southland and protecting our little people."

There was a trace of sad mercy in her eyes.

"Later, when I was washing clothes in ice and snow for the first time in winter, my frozen hands hurt, and I wondered whether you were colder or hungrier in the frontier. I just washed clothes, but you risked snow Put your life on your shoulders and fight. "

This pity made her words reveal a sadness.

"How can a person like you not be sacrificed and worshipped after death? More than ten million people like me who love you."

She smiled. "You deserve anyone, but they can't help you."

Lu Xinglan didn't move, her eyes focused on her.

He was so touched when he was so **** good.

He had never known the tenderness of his daughter's house.

I have never experienced gentle treatment.

He thought he was accustomed to rolling in the cold snow and sand, no one comforted, exhausted, and didn't find it hard.

But it turned out not to be hard.

It just didn't matter.

He remembered one thing, a veteran was sitting beside him.

He was drinking and reading to the illiterate veteran the new thing his wife had written to him.

The last paragraph.

I don't know how to remember it.

——Add clothing outside, pay more attention to food, the frontiers are cold at night, miss me and look at the moon. When I sat at the window to mend your clothes, looking at the moon, I thought you were watching, and my heart was relieved.

He didn't quite understand when the veteran heard this sentence.

Why cry into an old dog.

It turns out that someone is thinking so well.

It was so good to look at her that she burst into tears.

Pity, tenderness.

It is sharper than Leng Xue's knife, but it makes people willingly hold her hand.

Want to make her pity words penetrate the heart.

Bai Weiwei suddenly withdrew her hand, don't open her face and wipe her eyes. "How come I'm sensational, I just think that a big hero like a young master shouldn't be so depressed, you are a general."

Suddenly she stopped talking.

The man gently pressed his face to her thigh dress, and the frosty whiteness was not as fragile as the delicate white face of the man.

He half-hung his eyes and wrapped his hands around her waist, looking like a child for comfort.

The girl was silent for a long time.

Then he gently reached out and fell on the edge of his hair, and stroked his messy hair with his fingertips, smoothing them one by one.

No one spoke.

This rare silence, like an injured lone wolf, found a safe place and finally dared to fall alert and rest slowly.

[Ding, the male lead is 55. 】

(End of this chapter)