Rongde took the girl to a log cabin in the forest area, opened the door of the cabin, and King Lin Tian was standing by the window, standing in the sunset.

"What is this place?" Mu Ningfu looked at the room full of miscellaneous items in puzzlement, but her heart was empty, thinking about how to explain to Jun Lintian that Min Zexi was out of line.

But today's atmosphere seems to have nothing to do with that.

Looking around, it was a warehouse with small bits and pieces, and inside, there were all kinds of wooden toys.

"This is my childhood."

For the first time, I brought my beloved girl into my own little world, and the man replied with a little excitement and stepped forward to pull her to visit.

King's Landing is a very nostalgic man, Mu Ningfu knows that once this man likes something, he is definitely reluctant to throw it away.

"Hey, this little plane is so cute, did you make it yourself? Or did General Jun Xiaoting do it for you? Mu Ningfu asked, picking up a wooden airplane from the wooden box, apparently handmade by a craftsman.

"No, Uncle Xiaoting, and Father Xiaoyan, they are both soldiers and anti-drug soldiers, they are very busy, where can they do this." The man sat down in a chair, took her on his lap and told her about the wooden plane and the origin of the wooden toys.

"It's Zhao Xingde's father, my first adoptive father."

As the man spoke, his heart ached, and he let out a long sigh, and the girl frowned, and she could empathize.

Zhao Xingde, the captain of the Huaxing, was killed by Nu Kang in the Mekong River tragedy, and was the first adoptive father of King's Landing.

The girl's mood is also gloomy with the man.

His chin rested on her shoulder, and the man said to himself, "Fu'er, today, July 5th, is my birthday, but it is also the day of the attack on the Huaxing. His arms tightened tighter and tighter.

"At this time of year, my birthday is my adoptive father's death day, and I will be very sad, this year, fortunately, I have you with me, Fu'er."

Mu Ningfu didn't speak, holding the plane with one hand, and subconsciously holding the hands of King's Landing on her waist with the other.

The man continued, "For the first 8 years, I grew up in the Mekong River with my first adoptive father, and I didn't have any toys, so Hind Duc's father made them for me. I said I wanted to be a pilot, and he built me the plane — on my 8th birthday. ”

Mu Ningfu was silent, sitting on King's Landing lap, listening to the man's whispered words.

"He was a bachelor and treated me like his own, and we lived on each other, day in and day out, fishing and fruit transportation in the Mekong River." The man said, hugging her tightly, "Until Nukang....... In front of me, with a gun and a katana, kill him. ”

That day, King's Landing opened the birthday gift box and was greeted by a wooden airplane, which the little boy couldn't put down.

That day was King's Landing's eighth birthday, July 5, 2XXX.

On that day, it also happened - the fuse incident of the Mekong River tragedy: the attack on the Huaxing.

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Ten o'clock in the morning.

Lanxi Island on the Mekong River in South Myanmar, leading to the waters of Shuangbanna in the far east and west, has lofty mountains and turbulent currents on both sides.

A loud "bang" changed the trajectory of the 8-year-old boy's life.

The fierce gunfire startled the 8-year-old King's Landing. Subconsciously grasp the small wooden plane in his hand. Immediately afterward, he heard his adoptive father, Zhao Xingde, radioing a cry for help to the customs brokers on the south-Myanmar border.

"We are being attacked by unnamed armed forces in the Mekong River basin, ask for help! Request support! ”

"Bang bang bang! ——”