Quick Transmigration System: Male God, Come Here

  Chapter 2803 The Mischievous General's Beautiful Concubine (49)

  The girl's eyes are like flowers and warm light.

   Lu Xinglan was speechless for a while, his cold and dark eyes were full of turbulent tide.

  The sourness spread to the end of his eyes.

  He blinked hard, and his thin lips were tightly pressed together, but in the end he couldn't hold back the turbulent sour emotions in his heart, and his voice dropped.

   "I'm so unfilial, I don't deserve to be offered sacrifices in the future."

  He cut off the queen of the Lu family.

   It is natural to become a lonely soul after death.

  Bai Weiwei's lips were wiped clean, the bright red was not there, because of the loss of both vitality and blood, there was an unhealthy pink.

  Her charming eyes were sweetly bent, and her outstretched fingers pitied the fragile man in front of her.

  Her fingertips are also cold, but the temperature of her voice is unusually comfortable.

   "You are worthy of the sky, the land, the country, and the people of the country. I believe that the ancestors of the Lu family in the past have spent their entire lives guarding all of this and handing it over to you. And if you keep it, this is the greatest filial piety."

   Speaking of this, the girl smiled bitterly.

   "I heard about your deeds before, and I admired you very much. I thought you were a great hero who protected the southern country, and also protected us small people."

   There was a trace of sadness and pity in her eyes.

"Later, when I washed clothes in the snow and ice for the first time in winter, my hands hurt from the cold, and I wondered if you were colder and hungrier in the borderlands. I only do laundry, but you have to brave the wind and snow, Put your life on your shoulders and go to fight."

   This sympathy made her words reveal a sense of sadness.

   "How can it be possible for a person like you to be sacrificed after death? There are more than ten million people like me who love you."

  She smiled, "You are worthy of anyone, but they cannot help you."

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

   She was so obedient just being gently stroked.

  He has never understood the tenderness of his daughter's family.

   Never experienced gentle treatment.

  He thought that he was used to rolling in the cold snow and wind and sand, with no one to comfort him, and he was exhausted, and he didn't feel that it was hard.

   But it turned out that it wasn't hard work.

   He just didn't care.

  He remembered something, an old soldier was sitting beside him.

  He was drinking, and casually recited to the illiterate veteran the new book written by his wife.

  Last paragraph.

   I don’t know how to remember it.

  —Add more clothes outside, pay more attention to food, the night in the frontier is cold, miss me and look at the moon. When I sat by the window and mended your clothes, I looked at the moon and thought that you were watching too, and my heart was relieved.

  He didn't quite understand when the veteran heard that.

  Why cry like an old dog.

  It turns out that the feeling of someone reading it is so good.

  It was so good that looking at her brought tears to my eyes.

  Every word is pity, every sentence is tender.

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

  I want her pity words to pierce my heart.

  Bai Weiwei suddenly withdrew her hand, turned her face away and wiped her eyes, "Why am I so sensational, I just think that a hero like Young Master shouldn't be so depressed, you are a great general."

  Suddenly her words stopped.

  The man gently pressed his face against her thigh dress, the frosty white was no match for the fragile whiteness on the man's delicate side face.

  He lowered his eyes halfway, wrapped his hands around her waist, like a child looking for comfort.

  The girl was silent for a long time.

  Gently reached out and landed on the side of his temples, fingertips stroked his messy hair, and smoothed them one by one.

  No one speaks.

  This rare silence is like a wounded lone wolf, finding a safe place and finally daring to lower its vigilant eyes and rest slowly.

  【Ding, the hero's favorability is fifty-five. 】

  (end of this chapter)