After a few days of spinning, even Song Chunan, an adult, couldn't hold on, let alone a four-and-a-half-year-old child who was physically real.

Song porcelain saves people's hearts, and it is indeed a little carried away;

But she always kept in mind the highest principle of keeping a low profile, and simply and rudely took Song Chun'an as a reference, discounting his performance in half as her own standard of action, and minimizing the possibility of goofs.

Even so, she was still praised by everyone.

"Song Ci, when you grow up, you want to be a table tennis!"

Every warrior who was briefly separated from her would say this to her with a smile.

Song porcelain ......

Song Ci is reflecting on whether she has set the standard too high.

But if she is lazy, she can't get over her conscience.

She can barely bear the current rescue intensity, so let's do it first.

Fortunately, the most urgent part of the rescue only lasted about a week, and the flood water passed the peak and quickly receded, which made the next rescue work a lot easier.

Three days later, the flood waters receded, and the disaster area officially entered the post-disaster reconstruction stage.

Song Ci was held in her father's arms, followed the returning soldiers and withdrew, slept dimly along the way, and ate only casually, unable to even open her eyes.

When Song Ci woke up from a complete sleep, it was time for the osmanthus to be fragrant.

"Mom, I want to eat osmanthus cake. ”

Song Ci was awakened by a burst of rich cream-like aroma, rubbed the pillow with his eyes closed, and coquettishly ordered snacks to his mother.

"Okay, milk will make it for you. ”

Mrs. Song's loving voice came, and she agreed without hesitation.

Song Ci's eyelashes trembled, and he withdrew from the distant memories of his past life, recognized his grandmother's voice, and finally remembered what day and night.

"Milk, I miss you so much. ”

Song Ci opened his eyes and smiled vigorously at Mrs. Song.

Mrs. Song kneaded the yellow and clear dough in her hand, and agreed with a smile:

"I don't have to think about it, it's been almost a month since you've been gone. ”

The little granddaughter has not been away from home for so long. The little person who was spinning under her nose every day suddenly ran so far, and Mrs. Song couldn't think about it.

"Have you slept enough? get up and go to the thatched house, wash your hands and eat snacks. ”

Song Ci agreed to get up, took the neatly folded red gown on the edge of the kang and put it on, and put on a pair of light blue and white trousers.

"Socks are also on. It's going to be cold, and you can't get cold on your feet, because the cold comes from the soles of your feet first. ”

Mrs. Song kneaded the dough vigorously and told her little granddaughter with a smile.

Song Ci obediently picked up a pair of old pink cotton socks without patches and put them on, took turns to move the ten toes, and said with a smile:

"I'm going to wear socks in a blink of an eye, and I feel like summer is gone before it's over. ”

Mrs. Song chatted with her little granddaughter with great interest:

"That's where you go and it's not hot. ”

That's to the point.

The ministry is stationed in the suburbs deep in the mountains, and the temperature is already one or two degrees lower than that of other places.

Then I went to the south for disaster relief, the rain was continuous, and the temperature was not high to more than 30 degrees, so there was really no feeling of suffering from the scorching heat.

Song Ci thinks that this can be regarded as a blessing in disguise, right? The summer without air conditioning is terrifying.

Song Ci was content and happy, sucked his little nose hard, and said with certainty:

"Milk, it really smells like osmanthus, it's not my dream!"

Mrs. Song was amused by her startled little appearance, and raised her chin out of the window:

"It's in the yard. Said that your teacher specially got it to make mooncakes for you, and there was a letter that I kept at your mother's side. ”

Song Ci got up and ran to the window to look out, and sure enough, he saw a pot of bright laurel trees.

It's really a pot, like a potted plant, and it's shaped, and it's pleasing to the eye, lively and rich.

Take osmanthus flowers to make moon cakes? Song Ci suddenly locked the target, which should have been sent by her eleventh teacher, Teacher He.

Didn't He Wanli go out on a top-secret mission? Suddenly sending something was the end of the mission?

Song Ci has always remembered the last time He Wanli mentioned her the sentence "hurry home", but because of the mistakes after that, she didn't come back until now, and she didn't know if it was a blessing or a curse.

However, the teacher will never send such a potted plant that is delicate at first glance just to eat osmanthus moon cakes, and there must be instructions.

The letter!

"Where's my mother?" asked Song Ci anxiously.

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