The voice of the oriole bird is matched with Obasan's face, to be honest, everyone will feel awkward, right?

At least that's what Sun Simiao thinks.

Sun Simiao looked at He Yiting's calm face, and thought that it was the person he arranged to come to He Ruochen.

But why get here?

It doesn't feel right!

"Baoyu, what's going on?"

The little things that were almost forgotten to the corners by Sun Simiao came out excitedly.

It's not easy, the little ancestor still remembers himself.

Ever since the plague passed, it was about to be sent into the cold.

Baoyu flickered her little wings and levitated in front of Sun Simiao, and said excitedly:

"It's not He Ruochen's mother!"

When Sun Simiao heard that it was not, her interest decreased greatly, and then she slapped the small thing.

It didn't work, and I continued to think about the past.

Baoyu, who returned to the space, hugged her little body with her wings, crying a sad heart.

Is it just something that can't be said explicitly?

But the little ancestor had to punish it, and it was not good or bad.

But will the domineering possessed Sun Simiao sympathize with it?

Apparently not.

He Yiting looked at Sun Simiao strangely and waved her fist, and then saw that her interest was greatly reduced.

"Let's go, what do you see, what's so nice about the old lady sprinkling?"

Sun Simiao pulled He Yiting and was about to withdraw.

But He Yiting asked her to wait.

also whispered to Sun Simiao:

"She can bring some special news, can she see He Ruochen on the other side?"

He turned his head at the child on the other side of the crowd, and then said with some emotional ups and downs.

Sun Simiao frowned, and the little fat face was full of doubts.

Baoyu said that this woman is not He Ruochen's mother, Sun Simiao knows that little things don't tell lies, although He Ruochen's mother died a long time ago in the previous life, but she didn't die at this time.

After calculating the time from the beginning, Sun Simiao was even more puzzled.

It shouldn't be, He Yiting must have been involved in something in this play.

I had to listen patiently to the chirping of the orioles.

The chief and a middle-aged woman dressed as a cadre persuaded Obasan, who was sitting on the ground.

But people just don't get up, they have to wait for their son to come.

Fortunately, this is a military camp, and the family members are also very qualified.

There aren't so many superlatives, who would dare to mess around?

It would be a sin to cause trouble to the man in your own family.

Curiosity is curiosity, but it's all just a whisper.

The woman on the ground also seemed to realize that this trick didn't work at all, let alone sitting on the ground was not sightly.

At last when he saw a young man come out, he got up from the ground and threw himself into the young man's arms, beating and beating him.

"My son, my mother almost won't see you!"

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, so hanging.

Fortunately, I didn't come to make trouble.

Looking at the posture of others, I thought I was stirring up trouble.

The young man was a little embarrassed, hurriedly pulled the person out of his arms, and asked suspiciously:

"Who are you!"

Belch???

The breath that had just been relieved came out again.

Obasan wiped the tears from his face, and the voice of the oriole came out again.

"Son, I'm your mother! How can you forget me? ”

He reached out and touched his son's face.

But the young man held it hard, and then pushed it violently, and then said angrily:

"Which other neuropath, I feel like you! Didn't you run away with the man? What does it mean to come to us now? ”

The young man finally found this person in the memory bank, and then his eyes were so wide that if it weren't for the commissar pulling him, he would have wanted to beat people.

This woman is not a good bird, how did she come here?

The key is how to find here?

She went abroad with someone.

When you come back this year, do you want to kill him?

The more he thought about it, the more he hated this dear mother who had left behind.

Obasang also flinched, but how could he back down so easily when he thought of his mission.

Anyway, as long as the task is completed, she can leave.

She's used to life over there.

"Son, my mother misses you! My mother regretted it, my mother didn't leave back then, but she didn't have the face to see you, so she lived on the coast. ”

The young man didn't believe a word of this.

This woman doesn't let herself suffer.

The middle-aged soldier was the political commissar here, and patted the young man to calm him down before asking Obasan:

"Comrade, we have something to say, can we let go first?"

I saw that Obasang was still pulling the young man's pants, and they were about to be torn off.

If it's not that he's too old, and it's someone else's mother, the political commissar would want to scold his mother.

What a thing.

The young man's name is Zheng Dajun, and the situation at home is very clear to him, the political commissar, and it is because he is clear that he doesn't want this woman to say anything.

Glared at Zheng Dajun and brought people to the office.

Saying it here, I don't dare to guarantee that others will not think about it.

And Obasan's purpose could not be said in private, so he sat back on the ground.

Sun Simiao stretched her neck and looked tired.

Leaning on He Yiting's arm, he said weakly:

"What the hell are you looking at? This is just a child's play, what's the point? ”

He Yiting patted Sun Simiao's head and said helplessly:

"If you knew that she was causing trouble for this barracks and cleaning it up, wouldn't you be curious!"

Sun Simiao shook her head.

"Not curious!"

What's so curious about this thing?

"Then she is the love of an uncle of He Ruochen... Woman.. This? ”

Belch???

What the heck?

Just the face of Obasan?

How can it be?

Now Sun Simiao is interested.

I seriously doubt that He Ruochen's uncle has a problem with his eyes.

He Yiting saw Sun Simiao leaving without shouting, so he watched the play with peace of mind.

Obviously, he could come back and see it by himself, but he pulled Sun Simiao with him.

As for the reason, he himself does not know.

After Sun Simiao became interested in Obasan, she looked at her carefully.

Generally speaking, the sound is good, the length is not too bad, and even if it is ordinary, it is not very ugly.

And looking at the form of this Obasan, the posture of walking, it doesn't feel simple.

Finally, his gaze was fixed on Obasan's hand.

Sun Simiao touched He Yiting and asked in a low voice:

"Did you arrange it?"

He Yiting really couldn't hold back, and pinched Sun Simiao's fat chin before replying:

"Where do I have this ability, but after my father died in my previous life, I happened to experience it when I followed my mother to leave."

That's what I said.

The relationship is something I have seen in my previous life.

But how did he know that it was related, and he could only say that he had contact with it later.

"This Obasang is singing, isn't it?"

accidentally came up with the pronoun I thought.

Obasan?

He Yiting has a black line, fortunately, no one pays attention here, and both of them are children.

"Can your Japanese not come out?"

All right!

I forgot that this time has not yet come to reconcile with the Japanese state, hey!

Her Japanese, German, and French languages, as well as various local indigenous languages in South Africa, were buried like this?

"Say whatever you want when you grow up!"

Could she not know?

"Oba, sa wave!"