This is indeed not to blame for Lonely Yao's disbelief, it is that all kinds of signs are not right, he never feels that there is still his own flesh and blood in this world.

The life between father and son is the same as before, the father is kind and filial to the son, and he is very harmonious.

In the blink of an eye, the scorching summer of the red sun is hurrying away, and autumn is not far behind, and before you know it, the crystal snowflakes fall down, and a wisp of cold wind is still carried.

Ah Jue has grown taller, and his facial features have become more and more upright and clear.

Lonely Yao has always been distracted when he looks at him recently, and he freezes when he looks at it.

Ah Jue's eyebrows are getting clearer and clearer, and they are more and more similar to the outline of Shanyao's eyebrows, which makes Shanyao's heart tremble.

"Helan's mother has been gone for half a year."

The little doll sat on the soft couch in a round cotton coat, bowing her head and swaying her calves, and her mood was not very high.

Shan Yao peeled an apple for him, and asked seemingly unintentionally, "What about your mother?" ”

Ah Jue pinched the apple's little hand, bit it crisply, and said hesitantly, "Maybe I'm busy." ”

The man smiled lightly, "Leave you to an outsider for half a year, and she can rest assured?" ”

"Don't worry, she can rest assured wherever she puts me."

"Why?"

Ah Jue blinked his big black eyes, "Because I'm smart, and there are so many people and my father protecting me, I won't have an accident." ”

Sitting across from him, the smile in his eyes became softer and softer, and he reached out to hug him into his arms.

Ah Jue felt that he was about to suffocate, and his father held him too hard.

Lonely Yao shook his shoulders and hugged him, snuggled tightly against his son's neck, his eyes were slightly red, and he greedily smelled the faint milk fragrance on the child's body.

"Adee, have you been happy in the past few years?" He asked in a hoarse voice.

Ah Jue didn't understand what his father meant, so he just replied obediently: "...... Still... It's okay, daddy, you light, you have to hold ...... suffocated..."

Hearing this, Lin Yao let go of his hand as if he was frightened and kissed Ah Jue's face fiercely.

The dear Ah Jue was stunned, he felt that today's father was particularly enthusiastic.

He raised a bright smile and said sweetly, "In the past few years, I haven't lived too well, because I don't have a father." ”

Ah Jue is telling the truth, without a father, he doesn't know what a father should be like, everyone else has it, he doesn't have it.

But now it's good, he's found his father.

Lonely Yao's nose was a little sour, and he touched his son's head, his eyes were soft like a puddle of water, "I won't go anywhere in the future, I'll be with my father." ”

"What about my mother?" Jue asked, looking up.

Lonely Yao's eyes narrowed, a little terrifying, "I'll write a letter to your mother." ”

"Good!"

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On the letter paper, there is only one line of words, but the writing is extremely correct, if you look closely, you can find that the strokes of each word are extremely heavy, as if the letter paper is about to be pierced.

Far away in the north, Helan received the letter on the third day.

In the past six months, she was almost tired and vomited blood, constantly testing the accuracy and lethality of the weapon, countless tests, and very little sleep every day.

In half a year, all the pistols have been shot, a full 10,000.

Explosives are simple, but they are not as powerful as modern ones, and they are enough for a war, so they cannot be stopped, but they must be made continuously.

With the letter in hand, Helan instructed those people to have some details, and stepped on the snow to leave the base in his cloak.

In the dark and white snowy night, snowflakes fell scattered and hung on her shoulders.

Unwrapping the note, there was only a short line of words.

- If you don't come back, I'll strangle that little fellow.

Helan: "......"