"Poria cocos, how are we going to fix it?" Qian Peiying knelt on the kang and asked her daughter helplessly.

Song Fuling wiped her mouth: "Mother, you quickly wake him up." ”

In the space, the mother and mother had already learned from Song Fusheng that Lu Pan's father was dead.

Lu Pan seems to be going to the battlefield, when will he go, Lao Song hasn't arrived home yet, I'm not in the space today, Lao Song is in a hurry.

But even if it's just the news of Lu Pan's father's death, I can't tell everyone.

Otherwise, it's time to ask them how they know.

But it was precisely because of this time that the two of them felt that Mi Shou's words were panicked.

Mi Shou, this is nonsense?

Opened the eyes of the sky?

Or did you go back to your past life in your dream, and what did you experience in your previous life?

For example, when Mi Shou grew up, he admired Lu Pan and memorized Lu Pan's short life of conquest history?

Oh my god.

"What are you doing, auntie, woo woo, wow," Mi Shou was woken up by shaking vigorously, sat up and looked like he was in a daze, and the child who rarely opened his mouth to cry suddenly started crying.

It was as if he was asleep, his little hands rubbed his eyes, and his little feet kicked Qian Peiying: "It's really annoying, I'm eating, why do you want to wake me up." ”

Song Lingling stepped forward and swallowed and spit: "Who are you going to eat with?" ”

"Eating barbecue with my brother, I'm trying to persuade him to eat more, but after rolling the meat, he hasn't eaten it yet, what are you going to do?"

Qian Peiying looked at Mi Shou and wanted to ask: What are you going to do.

She wanted to cry.

Mom, her old son, tell my aunt that you're just hungry and talking nonsense. Otherwise, it's too unacceptable.

Song Fuling told herself to be calm, her voice was extremely soft, and while smoothing her brother's back, she asked, "Mi Shou, then you tell my sister, in addition to these, what else did you dream about?" ”

She wanted to make sure that Mi Shou still had no impression of the large section before Mi Shou as if it had been written in history.

Mi Shou sobbed and asked on his small shoulders: "Then what else can you dream of?" ”

"Just having dinner with my brother?"

"I'm all too busy with this."

At this moment, Mrs. Ma and Grandpa Song both ran in, "Isn't Mi Shou good to howl, is it hot or falling off the kang?" I heard it in the back garden. ”

Song Fuling said very calmly: "Milk, it's just a nightmare." Not a word else.

On this matter, regardless of whether it is true or not, only the three of them can know, and she will wait for her father to come home to study it.

Out of Renjia Village, a little distance from the entrance of the village.

Song Fugui pointed to a few sneaky old ladies in the distance: "How can I look, are they aunts?" ”

Song Fusheng looked at no one left and right, took out his disguised glasses and looked at them, speechless.

What do you do.

Why did you burn the paper figure again?

It's useless.

However, Song Fusheng was also a little anxious, was Mi Shou having nightmares and talking nonsense again, or was there any child in the family who was like Mi Shou that time?

"It's Mi Shou, Mi Shou, this kid, isn't the eight characters too light?"

Mrs. Wang nodded violently, can't you find a professional, her garlic seedlings have been like this before.

Ge Erniu said: "Oh, my third nephew, why did you lose a lot of weight? ”

Song's second wife also said: "They are all black and thin, and there are no injuries on their bodies." ”

In short, gossip and chatter.

When Song Fusheng arrived home, he saw his daughter quietly glancing at him, and when Mi Shou saw him, the tears on his face had not been wiped away, and he was not as excited as before.

I just said a few words to Grandpa and everyone: I'm very tired, it's good, I slept for two hours yesterday, and I was in a hurry, I really didn't have the energy, and I will talk about it in detail tomorrow, and I went home.

He doesn't have the energy, Song Fugui and they do.

Grandpa Song: "What should you do, the little general's father is gone, is he going to the front?" "The big guys out there are talking about this.

Qian Peiying hugged Mi Shou and coaxed her to take medicine, saying that only after eating could her uncle continue to hug him and be obedient.

Song Fuling repeated Mi Shou's words in a small voice with her father.

Word for word.

This memory ability, Song Fuling admires herself, and she has never had it.

It can be seen that he was really frightened by his younger brother, and he tapped his greatest potential.

"Dad, I'm sure and sure, I told him about the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Descending, the martial arts conference, no matter what story he told, I didn't teach the words that my brother said."

"Dad, in fact, the key word in my brother's words is Dengzhou, if my brother is really talking nonsense, how did he know Dengzhou when he was only five years old? Not to mention that there are other place names. ”

Song Fuling nodded her head again:

"I don't even know where those locations correspond to.

I need you to get a map here and compare it.

And I'm calm down now, my mind is clear, I'm 90 percent sure that what my brother said is true, he can dream, I believe it.

The 10 percent, Dad, can be confirmed if there are any of those place names. ”

Song Fusheng had a feeling after listening to it:

What he said to Grandpa just now was true, and he slept for two hours, tired and confused.

Do you want that? It was simply too exciting, wave after wave, and the little general starved to death on the beach.

"Who knows?"

"Just me and my mother. Dad, don't you know, Mi Shou uses a young child's voice to endorse, his eyes are not focused, and the thief infiltrates people. ”

"To what extent do you think he can dream and talk about his past life when he has nothing to do? Or did he change it, and he won't be able to dream about it in the future? ”

Song Lingling shakes: "I just concluded that he loves to have nightmares every time he is unwell." Like the last time you were going to be taken away, he talked nonsense, and we didn't take it seriously. ”

Song Fusheng nodded, thinking: Yes, I always take "small bean buns" as dry food. The boy carried the gold, and they realized it later. This time again. It should be taken seriously the first time. But then again, how dare you think about it.

That time he said that he could kill people, and if you look at his gadgets, he can be swept down with one kick, and he can kill people.

At that time, I also said intermittently, what brother is hungry.

Hungry on the shore? Joke.

Okay, don't mention the last dream, think about the dream now.

This evening.

Song Fusheng hugged Mi Shou cross-legged and patted it gently, as if coaxing a baby to sleep.

He hoped that his masculinity would save his children from this sin.

Don't dream.

The child wilted, and his head was as if he had been stripped of his skin.

Inevitably, Song Fusheng naturally patted Mi Shou and coaxed him, recalling the appearance of the landing bank in his mind.

From the first time I met, the young man appeared, and the guy shook his awesome face off his boots, and he didn't look good at it.

Kneeling on the ground and begging, the expression remains the same, and at a glance, there are often many people who often kneel to him, and they are tall.

But we have to say that the young man's temperament, when he went to that station, he looked upright and law-abiding.

will have a sixth sense, as long as you can explain the ins and outs with him, you are not a bad official. I can listen to the people.

Qian Peiying sat next to her and changed a handkerchief on Mi Shou's head, interrupting Song Fusheng's thoughts.

He whispered in his breath: "Old Song, as soon as I thought that the child was dead, I turned around and smiled at me and helped me carry the table, and I was upset. This time, he smiled a lot, and he laughed even better. Let's find a way to save him. ”

Across the kang wall, Song Fuling involuntarily played it repeatedly in her mind, and Lu Pan suddenly appeared in the field.

What made Song Fuling feel uncomfortable the most was that that day, she laughed at him for dressing like a man in the mountains, and he laughed so hard that day, now I think about how sour my my heart would be if he died like that.

And Lu Bang got on the horse, the rainbow came out, turned around and waved at her to let her go back.

Song Fusheng and Song Fuling thought much more than Qian Peiying.

The father and daughter knew in their hearts that if they wanted to save it, they were faced with the danger of risking themselves (their father). Mi Shou also said so scary, ambushing a lot of enemy troops.

Why should you let yourself go?

Because Mi Shou dreamed that he couldn't tell others, even if he told Grandpa Guo, which pass, if the grain can't be transported, your grandson will starve to death, and people say: How do you know?

Of course, no one believed it, and it was crazy.

Even if it is proposed to send more food now, the above cannot agree.

Song Fusheng had just come back from there, and before the army arrived, the grain and grass went first.

There is already a lot of food stored on that side, and the problem is that the rations that are carried with you across the sea by land are limited, and it is necessary to have a mobile team to move and send supplies after the fight.

For the sake of others, to give up yourself, huh?

Is he an incorruptible body of King Kong? If you make a knife cut, you will bleed, you will die.

Meritorious service, bullshit meritorious service, nothing is better to live well. The credit for fighting on the belt of his head is not uncommon for him.

Who is he, from modern times, if you really want to be an official, you have to make meritorious contributions on the battlefield? In terms of agricultural machinery, research points in the future can not be made meritorious.

So, is there a reason why we have to be saved?

In the face of life, no.

If Lu Pan is short of money, he will give it.

Risking your life, no.

The relationship is not deep enough to play with others.

neither his son nor his son-in-law's.

"I've decided, help, if that's the case, I'll send him food."

Song Fusheng tossed and turned all night, complaining much more in his heart.

The next day, he said the opposite.

"Even if we save a big lieba by ourselves, we have to give it to him."

Mi Shou subsided his fever and asked unhappily: "Uncle, what are you talking about, why are you muttering behind my back, it's not good." ”

Song Lingling closed her eyes and wanted to beat her brother for the first time.