Chapter Seventy-Seven: A Quiet Life
"Husband is right, as long as he can grow up happily, it's better than anything else!" Fang Ran buried his body in Yue Mochen's arms a few more points without saying that.
"Yiyi!"
As if feeling the love of his parents, the child in Fang Ran's arms also laughed.
"Is this real or illusory?"
Looking at the girl in his arms and his child in the illusion, Yue Mochen really fell into confusion at this moment.
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The days of peace and ease passed day by day, and now the original child has grown into a young man of eighteen or nineteen years old.
"Mom and Dad, I want to join the army, I want to protect my family and defend the country!"
Although the young man's face was a little childish, he looked extremely firm when he said these words.
"You've thought about it, then you can go!" Yue Mochen waved his hand.
"Thank you father for your success!
As he spoke, the young man knelt in front of Yue Mochen, kowtowed three times, and walked out of the house without looking back.
"Xi'er, he's gone, won't you come out to take a look?"
When the young man's figure disappeared outside the gate, Yue Mochen sighed and turned his head to the inner room and said.
"I'm afraid, I'm afraid, I'm reluctant to give up Xi'er!"
A middle-aged beautiful woman with still charm slowly walked out of the back room, her eyes were red at the moment, and it was clear that she had been crying for a long time.
"Alas, Xi'er, if he wants to go, let him go, didn't we say that everything was decided and let him choose it himself?" Yue Mochen slowly took the beautiful woman into his arms and comforted him softly.
"I know, it's just, it's just, I'm really reluctant to Xi'er, besides, he's going to the battlefield this time, I'm afraid, I'm afraid..."
The middle-aged beauty didn't continue to speak, not because she didn't want to finish it, but because she was afraid that it might really come true.
"We have to believe in him, he is our son, and we will wait at home for the good news of his triumphant return. Yue Mochen gently patted the beautiful woman's back and continued to reassure.
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Yue Mochen has been living in this fantasy world for nineteen years, and at this moment, his appearance has changed from a young man to a middle-aged now.
After finding a way out for a year, I don't know what kind of psychology Yue Mochen was in, he actually married Fang Ran and gave birth to a boy, that is, the young Yue Xi now.
After experiencing bits and pieces in the past nineteen years, Yue Mochen at this moment was already a little unclear whether this was an illusion or a reality, and he was extremely confused at this moment.
Now his life can be described as very comfortable and comfortable, he doesn't have to think about revenge, he doesn't have to think about the mission, and he doesn't have to think about the pursuit from the enemy, so that now Yue Mochen already has a thought that it is better to live in this illusion.
"Maybe living in this world is another way!"
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The comfortable time is still passing, and it has been more than 30 years since Yue Xi left home to join the army.
During this period, Yue Xi can be said to have returned home every year, and every time he went home, he would bring the news of his great achievements and the news that he had been promoted.
All this made Fang Ran very happy and proud, after all, this was his own child, and although Yue Mochen was not as excited as Fang Ran, he would also give Yue Xi a positive affirmation.
When a heavy snow falls, the town is already lit up, as if it means that some important festival is coming.
"The old man is coming over to help, Xi'er will come back later, let's hurry up and make the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner!" A slightly old woman's voice sounded in the kitchen, and the tone seemed to be a little anxious.
"Wait a minute, old woman, I'll come when I hang up this red lantern!"
A white-haired old man with a somewhat stumbling back was stepping on a chair at the moment, holding a large flaming red lantern in his hand, hanging on the beams of the house.
"Old man, you'd better hurry up, if you don't come again, my food will be burned!"
At this moment, in the kitchen, an old couple with wrinkles on their faces is holding a spatula in one hand, constantly stir-frying in the two iron pots, and the other hand is constantly sweeping through various seasonings, constantly adding a variety of seasonings to the two iron pots, which can be described as very busy.
Bang!
At this moment, I heard the sound of something falling, and then I saw an old man fall to the ground.
"It's really old, and I can't do anything anymore!"
The old man couldn't help but sigh when he looked at the big red lantern he had finally hung up.
"Are you alright, old man?"
Hearing the sound, the old woman who was still stir-frying in the kitchen hurriedly ran out and helped the old man up.
"I'm fine, it's just a little bit of skin, by the way, why did you come out, you don't care about your food?"
Seeing that the old woman who was supposed to be stir-frying came out, the old man was a little strange.
"Oops! spoiled my dish!"
Hearing the old man's words, the old woman hurried back to the kitchen.
The two iron pots should have been fragrant, but because no one stir-fried them for a long time, they had already taken on the color of charcoal and exuded a pungent smell of burnt.
"How about the old woman, can you still eat the food?"
As soon as the old man entered the kitchen, he smelled a scorching smell, and immediately he had a bad feeling in his heart.
"You also said that it's because of you, a dead old man, what will Xi'er eat when she comes back!"
Seeing that the dishes she had worked so hard to make became like this, the old woman immediately began to scold the old man standing at the door.
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"I know it's all my fault, it's a big deal to wait for our family to go out to the restaurant!"
Listening to the old woman's accusation, the old man immediately turned into a bitter gourd face.
And the old woman at this moment also seemed to be a little tired, and she didn't continue to scold.
"Old man, when will you come back?"
At this moment, the old woman snuggled up to the old man's arms again, just as she had been when she was young.
"It's almost there, let's take a look at the previous years, and Xi'er will be back in a little more time!"
The old man patted the old woman's back gently to comfort the old woman as before.
The snow was still dancing in the air, and the big tree in the courtyard had turned a pure white color, and the eaves with thick snow were added to it, but at the moment there was a different kind of beauty.
"How long has it been since we've seen anything like this, old man?"
"Uh... Didn't we just see it last year?"
"Old man, your skin is itching again!"
"It's not that you listen to me..."
"If you don't listen, you don't listen, you don't listen!"
The two old men who are already in their seventies look like a pair of men and women in their twenties, looking so warm.
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Drive, drive, drive!
Outside the town, at this moment, a middle-aged man in armor and holding a boxy red brocade box in his arms kept whipping the red horse under him, running in the direction of the town, as if he was doing something very urgent at the moment.
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"The time for the old man to burn incense has come, why hasn't he come back yet!" Seeing that his children had returned in the past, but his children had not returned, the old man always had an ominous premonition in his heart for some reason.
"Don't worry about it, old woman, Xi'er may have been delayed because of the snow, and he will definitely come back after waiting!"
But at this moment, the old man's heart was somehow the same as the old woman, and there was a very ominous premonition, as if something bad was about to happen.
Knock knock!
There was a rhythmic knock on the door, which calmed the old man's heart a little.
"Old woman, I said that Xi'er will be fine, but if you don't listen, you see that Xi'er will come back!"
Although he said that, the foreboding in the old man's heart at this moment was even more obvious.
Gazi!
As the door opened, a middle-aged man wearing armor with a delicate red brocade box in his arms appeared in the old man's eyes.
"May I ask if you are Mr. Yue Mochen?" the middle-aged man asked.
"I am, what's the matter with you?" Yue Mochen was a little puzzled.
Poof!
At this moment, the middle-aged man actually knelt on one knee, held the delicate red high above his head, and said in a somewhat choked tone: "This is the ashes of General Yue Xi, please don't be too sad!"
"What did you say!"
Looking at the delicate red brocade box, Yue Mochen's pupils suddenly dilated, and the action that he originally wanted to help the middle-aged man up was also stunned in place.
"General Yue Xi has fallen!" the middle-aged man thought that Yue Mochen had not heard it behind his ears, so he said sadly again.
This time, Yue Mochen didn't react and was still stunned, but the old woman in the courtyard didn't react either, because she had already fainted at this moment.
After breathing a sigh of relief, suppressing the sadness in his heart like a storm, Yue Mochen helped the middle-aged man up, "You get up, your task has been completed, you can go back first!"
After Yue Mochen took the red brocade box in the middle-aged man's hand, he locked the door again.
"Alas, the old woman should have been mentally prepared a long time ago, but she is still so fragile!"
After picking up the unconscious old woman, Yue Mochen walked towards the room.
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An hour later
Inside the compound
An old man was digging a dirt pit, and his expression was extremely calm at the moment, and there was no emotional fluctuation in his heart from his face.
"Finally dug up, this should be enough for two people!"
Looking at the pit he had dug that was one meter deep, one meter wide, and two meters long, the old man's complexion finally fluctuated slightly.
"I didn't expect that I had been in such a real world for so long, if nothing else, this is my final destination!"
Inserting the shovel into the earth, the old man walked into the inner room, and when he reappeared, an old woman appeared in his arms.