haunted by dreams, how many days and nights, after working until he was exhausted and lying on the bed, he entered the friendly and strange wooden door of his dream, which appeared in front of Han Xin's eyes again.

The courtyard is still the same small courtyard, but the few sycamores that were planted in the courtyard that were still slightly immature have risen from the ground and grown tall and stout, and Han Xin has already seen their upright posture far away outside the courtyard.

The wooden door is not locked, is the owner expecting someone to visit today? Han Xin gently pushed open the wooden door, but the creaking sound that worried him that might have alerted the owner of the house did not sound.

This made Han Xin quietly breathe a sigh of relief, to be honest, he was really a little worried that he would welcome the arrival of his wife and children at the moment when he hadn't adjusted his mentality.

"I wonder what the little guy has grown like now, how tall is he? Could he be full of resentment towards me? After all, I didn't do my duty as a father......"

Han Xin, who had never had any timidity and retreat during the changing Anti-Japanese War several times after life and death, was a little hesitant at this moment, as a father for the first time, he was always afraid that he would not do well.

Han Xin gently pushed open the wooden door, stepped into the wooden door and walked in, and then closed it gently, fortunately, the wooden door still did not make any sound, quietly, quietly, quietly, it seemed that someone had put tung oil, but he clearly remembered that when he left, although he said that he would put some oil on the wooden door, he finally forgot because he was busy.

"Looks like someone did it for me!"

Han Xin smiled knowingly and muttered, but in fact, he was still looking for a temporary excuse for his worries at the moment.

In the end, he couldn't hide from what should have come, and he had to face it, Han Xin finally straightened his spirits and strode in.

But before he could take a few steps, Han Xin's footsteps suddenly stagnated, and an unprecedented tremor appeared on him, who had always been as stable as a mountain.

In front of me, out of nowhere, a three- or four-year-old child appeared. This child's face is a little dirty, but if you look closely, you will find that it looks very delicate, pink and cute, and at the moment he is under the big plane tree and mud, he is very involved in playing, very happy, and he is not aware that such a big living person as Han Xin appeared not far away.

However, it was such a child who was intoxicated with his childhood world and had a lot of fun, but Han Xin's whole heart was about to break, and the feeling that blood was thicker than water almost hit his heart at the first time Han Xin saw the child.

At this time, the child who was playing also seemed to have a sense in his heart, and suddenly turned his head.

Then, under the dirty little face, the big bright eyes flashed: "Who are you?" ”

The child's questioning was very innocent, and he was not at all defensive against strangers, and in his pure heart, the world around him seemed to be so beautiful, and no one would be full of ill intentions towards him.

Han Xin was almost cramped for the first time in his life, and countless answers slid through his mind, but it was always difficult to find a content that completely satisfied him.

I care too much, that's why I suffer from gains and losses like this!

Regarding the child's first impression of himself, who is still a stranger at the moment, Han Xin is particularly fond of it.

After being silent for a moment, Han Xin considered that the child's patience was insufficient after all, so he quickly opened his mouth and said in a kind voice: "Your friend! ”

"My friend?" The little one was puzzled.

Han Xin smiled and nodded, and then sat down next to the child very calmly, leaning close to the little guy, not caring at all that the mud on the ground had defiled his military uniform.

"What are you playing?" He changed the subject.

"Playing with mud! Can't you see that? The little guy wondered.

Han Xin smiled: "Now that you tell me, I will naturally know, how about it, can I play with you?" ”

"But my mother said you can't play with strangers......

"Do you want to play with me, then? I know how to play with mud! Han Xin encouraged.

The little guy couldn't resist the temptation, and said in confusion: "Do adults also play with mud?" ”

"Of course, play."

"But my mom would lecture me every time she saw me playing with mud, and she said the mud was so dirty."

"It's okay, I'll convince her to stop talking about you." Han Xin is still kind.

"You know my mother?"

"Yes, we know each other well!" Han Xin said, already very skillfully pinched out the shape of a horse in his hand, and at the same time handed it to the little guy whose eyes lit up, "Look, does this little horse I pinched look like?" ”

"It's so similar, wow, you're so good!" The little guy hugged the pony and couldn't put it down, and for a moment, the little guy blinked his eyes and said with a look of hope: "Will you pinch anything else?" ”

"What do you want?"

"Is a pistol okay?" The little one said.

"Is that it?" Han Xin moved quickly, and quickly pinched out a pistol with mud and handed it to the little guy again, and the little guy was even more happy at this time, and said a lot of items in a row.

In the end, there were a lot of objects made of mud on the ground, all of which the little guy could come up with. And among them, only the pistol, the little guy can't put it down the most, and he has been playing with it in his hand.

"You like to rob?" Han Xin asked.

"That's right!" The little guy has a milky voice.

Han Xin chuckled, "Then do you know what the gun is used for?" ”

"Fight devils!" The little one is meticulous.

Han was stunned for a moment, and asked curiously: "Who told you this?" ”

"My godfather!"

"Your godfather? What's his name? Han Xin pinched out the last object with mud, and it was a golden hoop stick.

But Han Xin's question confused the little guy, Han Xin obviously saw the little guy's stunned, and then he scratched his scalp and said, "Godfather is godfather!" It's called Godfather! ”

Ha ha!

Han Xin's smile became brighter and brighter, and he was not entangled in this problem with the little guy.

At this time, the little guy asked again, "By the way, do you know my father?" ”

At this moment, Han Xin's tremor appeared again without warning, and he straightened up and said, "Who is your father?" Tell me, I should know. ”

"My dad is famous, you must know him." Unexpectedly, the little guy immediately became proud when he mentioned his father, and looked like he was about to brag about it.

But the little one's voice was soon interrupted.

A voice that was unforgettable for Han Xin but a little lost for a long time appeared behind Han Xin.

"Xiaofeng, who are you talking to?"

The little guy, it was Xiao Han Feng, turned around and smiled brightly, "Mom, it's a good uncle I don't know, teach me to play with mud!" ”

Syllable!

In Xiao Han Feng's puzzled gaze, the moment Han Xin turned his head, the dustpan he was holding directly pulleyed down from Yang Yiling's hand without warning, and the peppercorns contained in it rolled to the ground.

Soon, the courtyard was full of the fragrance of peppercorns, fragrant and crispy, with a slight hemp, very good......

(To be continued)