The girl's eyes are like flowers and warm light.
Lu Xinglan was speechless for a while, his cold and dark eyes filled with a surging tide.
The sourness spread to the end of his eyes.
He blinked hard, his thin lips pursed tightly, but in the end he couldn't hold back the surging sour emotion, and his voice was low.
"I'm so unfilial, I don't deserve to be worshipped in the future."
After he broke the Lu family.
It is natural to be a lonely soul after death.
Bai Weiwei's clean lips were not bright red, because of the loss of both qi and blood, there was an unhealthy powder.
Her charming eyes curled sweetly, and her outstretched fingers touched the fragile man in front of her with pity.
Her fingertips were also cold, but the temperature of her voice was unusually appropriate.
"You are worthy of the sky, the earth, this country, and the people of the community. I believe that the ancestors of the Lu family in all dynasties spent their whole lives guarding all this and handing it over to you. And if you keep it, this is the greatest filial piety."
Speaking of this, the girl's smile revealed a bit of bitterness.
"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 our little people."
There was a hint of sad pity in her eyes.
"Later, when I first washed clothes in winter, my hands hurt from freezing, and I thought about whether you were colder and hungrier in the frontier. I was only doing laundry, but you had to brave the wind and snow. Carry your life on your shoulders and fight."
This trace of pity made her words reveal a sadness.
"How can someone like you be sacrificed after death? There are thousands of people like me who love you."
She smiled, "You're worthy of anyone, but they can't handle you."
Lu Xinglan didn't move, his eyes focused on her.
It's so good to be gently caressed like this.
He had never understood the tenderness of his daughter's family.
I have never experienced gentle treatment.
He thought that he was used to rolling in the cold snow, wind and sand, no one to comfort him, exhausted his thoughts, and didn't feel any hard work.
But it wasn't hard work.
It's just that he doesn't care.
He remembered something, an old soldier was sitting beside him.
He was drinking and casually reading to the illiterate old soldier what his wife had written to him.
Last paragraph.
I don't know how to remember.
- Add clothes outside, pay more attention to food, the frontier is cold at night, read 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 I felt relieved.
He didn't quite understand when the veteran heard this.
Why are you crying like an old dog.
It turns out that it feels so good for someone to read it.
Looking at her, tears welled up in her eyes.
Every word is pity, every word is tender.
It was sharper than Leng Xue's knife, but it made people willing to hold her hand.
I want her words of pity to pierce my heart with a sword.
Bai Weiwei suddenly withdrew her hand and wiped her eyes without turning her face away, "Why am I being emotional, I just think that a hero like the young master shouldn't be so depressed, you are a general."
Suddenly she stopped.
The man gently put his face on her thigh dress, the frosty white color was no match for the fragile white on the man's delicate side face.
He half-drooped his eyes and wrapped his arms around her waist in a child-like gesture of seeking solace.
The girl was silent for a long time.
Only then did he gently reach out and land on the side of his temples, his fingertips stroked his messy hair, smoothing it one by one.
No one spoke.
This rare silence, like an injured lone wolf, finds a safe place and finally dares to drop its vigilant eyes and rest slowly.
[Ding, the male protagonist's favorability rating is fifty-five.]