"Dad, you have been injured so much, doesn't it hurt?"

The scars on Yang Hao's body startled the little girl Tongtong, and she grinned, as if she felt sorry for her father.

"It's all hurt a long, long time ago, and it doesn't hurt anymore. Yang Hao chuckled and touched Tongtong's little head.

"Did Dad cry when it hurt before?" asked Tongtong with a wide wink.

"Of course not, Dad is a man, and a man doesn't cry. Yang Hao said.

"Then I'm not a man, can I cry?" Tongtong asked again.

"Absolutely. Yang Hao smiled and hugged Tongtong into his arms and said: "However, when Tongtong wants to cry, she must cry in her father's arms, otherwise others will laugh at Tongtong, and Tongtong must be strong in front of outsiders." ”

"Well, Teacher Doudou also said that she doesn't like children who always cry their noses. Tongtong nodded with a serious face.

"No one likes a child who cries all the time, because crying doesn't solve anything. Yang Hao said with a smile, by the way, he instilled his own views into the little girl, this is the truth he understood when he was very young, crying is just an emotional vent, it can't solve any problems, after crying, life will go on, and the sun will rise as usual, therefore, when he was very young, Yang Hao told himself that he tried to make himself stronger, so strong that nothing would make him cry.

The three of them lay on the same bed, and Tongtong slept between the two adults, but even so, Tang Xue still felt stiff and uncomfortable, and she only slept in the same bed with her deceased husband Li Chaoyang as an adult, and Yang Hao was the second.

"Dad, can you tell me a story?" Tongtong snuggled in Yang Hao's arms, she was obviously sleepy after tossing all night, and her sleepy eyes made her last appeal before going to bed.

"Well, what story does Tongtong want to hear?" Yang Hao asked softly.

"I want to hear a story I haven't heard before. Tongtong thought about it and said.

"Okay. Yang Hao thought for a while and said, "Then Dad will tell you a story about "Snow White"." ”

"Snow White? yes, yes, I haven't heard this story......"

Tongtong's originally sleepy eyes suddenly widened, seeing this, Yang Hao immediately regretted it, he knew the little girl's reaction, he should have picked a boring story, but the words had already been spoken, and Yang Hao could only start talking.

He cleared his throat and tried to make his voice as feminine as possible: "In the dead of winter, when the goose-feathers of snow are flying everywhere in the sky, there is a queen sitting by a window in the palace, doing needlework for her daughter, and the cold wind blows the snow flakes into the window, and a lot of snowflakes fall on the ebony windowsill......"

"Snow White" is another well-known fairy tale in time and space, Yang Hao is also familiar with this story, so he told it in his own way, and the little girl listened to it with relish, with big eyes and round eyes......

However, children are children after all, and they can't stay up for long, and halfway through the story, Tongtong lay down in Yang Hao's arms and fell asleep.

"I thought the little guy would be able to finish the story. ”

Yang Hao smiled lightly, slowly pulled out the arm that was pressed under Tongtong, and then put the little girl's head on her small pillow.

"What happened to Snow White?"

Yang Hao was about to get up and leave, when Tang Xue suddenly opened his mouth, and his voice was very low.

"Uh......"

Yang Hao was slightly stunned, looked at Tang Xue, the lights in the room had been turned off at this time, only a trace of moonlight shone in through the gap in the curtains, in the dim light, Yang Hao could vaguely see Tang Xue's double clamp red, just now she has been listening to Yang Hao tell the story, and she naturally has never heard the story of "Snow White", and she was brought into the story unconsciously, at this moment, Yang Hao suddenly stopped, she was curious for a while, so she asked.

"I, I'm just a little curious. ”

After asking, Tang Xue also found that there seemed to be something wrong, she was such an adult and listened to fairy tales like a little girl, it seemed a little embarrassing, but fortunately, she turned off the light, so she was not particularly embarrassed.

"Why don't I finish the story?"

Yang Hao smiled and quipped.

"No, I'm not Tongtong. Tang Xue replied faintly, somewhat angry.

"Let's finish speaking, when I leave, you can just tell Tongtong. Yang Hao said.

Tang Xue was originally very resistant, after all, it was a bit ambiguous for a man to tell a story to himself, but Yang Hao's reason was reasonable, so she couldn't refuse.

"Oh, that's fine. ”

The ghost sent the gods, Tang Xue nodded.

"Then I'll move on. ”

Yang Hao smiled lightly and continued: "At night, the seven dwarfs came back, and when they saw their honest and lovely Snow White lying motionless on the ground, as if dead, their hearts immediately tightened, and they hurriedly stepped forward to lift her up, and they immediately cut the straps. After a while, Snow White slowly began to breathe, and soon she came back to life......"

Storytelling is not something Yang Hao is good at, however, his advantage is that his voice is relatively good and magnetic, such a voice in the dark night, not to mention telling stories, even if you say anything, it has a good hypnotic effect.

So, just as the story of "Snow White" was about to come to an end, he found that Tang Xue was also asleep.

Seeing this, Yang Hao chuckled and shook his head, helped the mother and daughter lift the quilt, and tiptoed out of the room.

Because he has been here many times, Yang Hao is also more familiar with this house, he touched the hut in the north, which was originally a small warehouse, put some sundries, and later Li Chaoyang passed away and enshrined his tablet here.

The photo of Li Chaoyang on the table is particularly eye-catching, and his slightly green face is even more dazzling, at the age of twenty, he died in another country, which has to be lamented.

After entering the house, Yang Hao took out the cigarette in his pocket, lit three sticks and inserted them upside down in the incense burner, and then lit another one for himself, while smoking, he muttered: "Brother, this time you can be completely relieved, the old lady and Tongtong I will help you take care of it, and the revenge will also be avenged, I don't care what his identity is now, one day I will carry his head to you and the grave of Fusheng to apologize!"

Saying that, Yang Hao took another puff of cigarette and spit out a hazy smoke, when he went to carry out the task with Zhang Fusheng and Li Chaoyang, although it was assigned from above, but there were villains among them, otherwise, they would not have been exposed too early, and they directly encountered the enemy's main force, in fact, when the three of them were trapped in the siege, they had already guessed the answer.

Originally, the three of them had no chance of survival, Yang Hao could live, firstly, Zhang Fusheng and Li Chaoyang fought for their lives in exchange for a glimmer of life, and secondly, Yang Hao was lucky to fall into the turbulent river and did not die.

......