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An Yi silently looked at Wang Dafu who was laying on the ground, and suddenly felt a little incredible, why did he agree to stay here for another two days?

Maybe it's the old woman's soup that is so delicious.

"An Yi, you can sleep at ease."

Wang Dafu happily laid the floor, he was very happy today, maybe he went home? So so excited?

"You come up."

Comfort is really unimaginable, if the old mother is worried about coming to see at night, and as a result, her son sleeps on the ground, the mood is absolutely self-evident.

Can't you just say that you are treated well in the army during the day, and let your son sleep on the ground that night, right?

"No, that bed is too small for the two of us to sleep together, otherwise I won't lay it on the floor."

Comfort: "......"

You'd better sleep on the ground, or I'm afraid I'll be unbalanced.

An Yi got up and walked out slowly. As for Wang Dafu's clumsiness, it is estimated that it will take a lot of time to pave up.

An Yi stood at the door, she thought about it for a long time and couldn't understand why she had to follow Wang Dafu, a fool.

I guess I'm afraid that he will be sold as a pig in the middle of the night, such a stupid pig has been following him for many days, it's actually not easy, isn't it?

The courtyard of Wang Dafu's house was very small, and the small one could not hold the moonlight pouring down from the sky.

The moonlight reflected in An Yi's eyes, and slowly became a puddle of water in An Yi's eyes.

The lights were still on in Wang Dafu's mother's room.

An Yi walked over slowly, and the dim light came through the window.

An Yi passed lightly and lifted the window.

The window is extremely old, and it squeaks when touched slightly, which is particularly abrupt in the silence of the night.

But the old woman didn't react.

About the old people are

Your ears aren't very bright, are you?

The old man squinted, still threading the needle, and there were two new clothes on the bed, coarse cloth, but the stitches looked very fine.

Somehow, An Yi's eyes suddenly warmed.

Gently lowered the window, turned comfortably and walked away.

Back in the house, Wang Dafu had already fallen asleep, and An Yi remembered the old man who was still sewing new clothes for him, and couldn't help kicking Wang Dafu.

"Mother, mother, I didn't steal it, I really didn't this time."

Wang Dafu didn't know what he dreamed of, and cried out in panic.

An Yi couldn't help but chuckle again, this dead thing, I can't see that it will steal something to eat.

As soon as the day dawned, Wang Dafu got up, of course, under the spur of comfort.

"You haven't been home for a long time, so you finally came back once and cooked a meal for your mother."

Wang Dafu: "......"

You must be kidding me, I'm so big, I haven't cooked a good meal.

"It's okay, I'll help you."

“……”

I don't think that's any comfort to me.

Xiaobing has no human rights, especially Wang Dafu, who has been comfortable since the beginning, and has no human rights.

In the end, I took comfort up the mountain to find fresh ingredients, and it is good to live by the mountain, and everything can be found on the mountain.

It is said that Wang Dafu brought comfort, but it is better to say that comfort took Wang Dafu to find good things.

"Anyi, how did you find so many? Are these really edible? ”

"You'll see for a moment."

“……”

You can't stop me from eating if you don't agree with me, it's a devastating blow to me!!

Wang Dafu successfully shut up and stopped talking.

When I got home, the fire started, and there was no special technique, but the water was boiled, and the fresh mushrooms picked from the mountains were put in, and oil and salt were added.

Cook it slowly, and after a while, you will have a fragrant aroma.

Wang Dafu sniffed, saliva was about to flow out, okay?

This soup smells so fresh.

The old man got up quickly, but he was about to start cooking, but now he was in a daze at the table looking at the soup that he heard was made by his son.

"Daifuku... This is what you did? ”

"Eh, I made it, mother, you can taste it."

Wang Dafu resisted the urge to bare his teeth, An Yi's hand was still on his waist, and he didn't dare to say that he did it under his guidance.

"This ......"

The old man hesitated for a moment, then picked up and put down the spoon.

"Mother, I really did it."

Wang Dafu is going to sweat, if his mother doesn't eat it again, An Yi is estimated to have to unscrew the piece of meat on his waist, mother! That's a piece of meat!!

"No, you're ...... Can you eat it? ”

Wang Dafu: "......"

Although you don't look good, you're too disgusted, aren't you?

"Auntie, don't worry, you can definitely eat it, just now I drank an extra bowl of this flavor, if I hadn't stopped it, Dafu would have put this pot in his stomach."

The spring breeze with a comfortable smile was warm, and it was completely impossible to see that his hands were still torturing Wang Dafu with secret energy.

"Oh, really? Then I'll taste it. ”

After all, the leader's words are still somewhat useful, and the old man immediately has a light in his eyes to taste it.

Wang Dafu, who has no sense of existence in an instant: "......"

I just want to ask if I'm still biological? Why does it feel like I've brought back your own son? The two of you are so close, what should I do?

The old man took a sip of the soup and his eyes narrowed.

"Oops......"

"Daifuku has really grown up, and he will be alone from now on, and he won't be hungry."

The old man was drinking soup with a huge bowl, and his whole face was almost covered by the bowl, but An Yi heard a hint of hoarseness from the old man's voice.

"Mother, drink slowly, don't choke."

Wang Dafu couldn't understand why An Yi had added strength to his hands again, this guy hurts.

"Hey, hey, my mother knows, my mother drinks slowly, my mother has to drink slowly."

"Daifuku."

Well? What do you want me to do? Wang Dafu was surprised that An Yi had such a soft voice.

"Go out and see if there is enough wood, your mother can't use it in winter?"

"Oh, yes, you're still thoughtful."

Wang Dafu went out very numbly.

"Auntie, I'll go take a look too, you drink slowly."

An Yi whispered softly, and retreated lightly.

"Good guys... They're all good people. ”

The old man slowly put down the bowl, and his face was filled with tears.

"We are blessed, all the people we meet are good people, all good people."

There was still some soup in the bowl, and tears slid down her face, splashing little flowers in the bowl.

She filled another bowl with her hands and feet, and drank it slowly, but the tears still couldn't stop.

It was as if the floodgates had been opened and could no longer be closed.

Outside the door......

Wang Dafuan stood quietly, and his breathing became extremely gentle.

There were also tears crisscrossing his face.

His fists were clenched tightly, and his hands were full of green tendons, as if they were about to burst.

An Yi came from outside, holding a hairpin in his hand.

Wang Dafu wiped his tears and walked over.

"No, this, send your mother."

The hairpin is very simple, but it is obvious that it is freshly made, and there is a little rough edge.

"This ......"

"I'm making it now, the craftsmanship is rough, but it's not bad with you."

“……”

So, do you want me to send it out in my name? Can you tell me what kind of wind you're pumping right now?