Jun 24, 2024
But when he looked at the middle of the lake again this time, there was no scene. When the dream fainted, he saw another scene.
It’s a place he doesn’t remember very much. There’s a stream next to it in the mountains.
Just in the summer, a man was catching fish in a stream in a light clothes. He was quick-witted and quick-footed, and without the help of tools, he was thrown into the fish basket on the shore.
At this time, there is a two-year-old boy lying on a pebble and counting a few crabs in the sand.
"Wow-"
The little boy suddenly cried out. It turned out that he was pinched when he was fiddling with crabs, but he didn’t cry, he waved and shouted at his father.
Liu Qiu came to Lu Chen after a ups and downs and stretched out his hand to break off the crab.
He pinched his cheek. "Do you want Dad to teach you how to teach him a lesson?"
"Want to … eat-"
The little boy’s grandmother pointed at the crabs and immediately amused Liu Qiu. "Go back later and let your mother do it for you."
Who knows that the little boy shook his head again and again, "Don’t ask his mother to do it, but his father will do it."
Lu Qiu picked her up and smiled and asked, "What?"
The little man wrinkled his nose. "Mother, it tastes bad …"
"Smelly little love to eat or not"
At this time, another sound came from Xue Zhiyu. There were still some fruits in the basket behind him. He came to pick up Xiao Luchen’s back collar and said, "Why are you picky about food at an early age?"
"Chenchen said no …"
Lu Qiu was stared back by his wife’s eyes before he finished his joke, and changed his mind to "no, no, no, you cooked delicious."
Lu Chen looked at this scene in Xanadu with mixed feelings, and he had forgotten that his family had had such a happy time.
He is very vague in his father’s memory. I remember that one day my father couldn’t help but my mother told herself that my father had gone far away.
It wasn’t long before my mother took herself to the small town.
When I was four years old, my mother went to bed and never woke up.
The picture flies like a dream, not so complete, and there are star fragments.
Lu Chen saw his father coughing blood at the dinner table one night, and his mother told Xiao Lu Chen to go back to her room and go to bed early.
"It seems that my time is up. I can live to be twenty years old."
Liu Qiu wiped the corners of his mouth and laughed. There were invisible wrinkles in his eyes.
Secret blood fighters usually live less than five days once this phenomenon occurs.
"Before you don’t always blow your old miss family longevity? How is this? "
Although Xue Zhiyu sneered at her mouth, the sadness in her eyes was hard to hide.
Liu Qiu with the wave "I’m ready to go out"
Xue Zhiyu frowned "No"
She knows what her husband wants to do. When they first settled down, the other party mentioned it and kept secret contact with the old military people.
Liu Qiu sat in the chair and watched the flickering candlelight and obeyed his wife at ordinary times. He was surprisingly firm in this matter. "I don’t want to die in bed."
"What about the morning? Can’t he even worship his father’s grave?"
Liu Qiu stared at her husband’s eyes.
"Chenchen …"
Lu Qiu looked at the eye room, and his excellent hearing allowed him to hear that the child had fallen asleep and breathed smoothly. He smiled, "My son must be so melodramatic. It’s fate that he can grow up healthily. I am very happy."
"Grow up healthy …"
Xue Zhiyu said vaguely that the couple had always wanted to leave the army so much that they were full of beautiful fantasies about the future.
But fantasy is always fantasy, and now they realize the root problem, that is, the root people can take care of the child after their death.
Lu Chen consciously traveled in this scene, and pieces of information kept pouring into his gods. He wanted to reach out and touch, but he didn’t even have a body.
In the end, the man left him and returned to the battlefield. He was born in the battlefield and died in the battlefield.
Because he doesn’t knit, even his name won’t be on the list of the dead.