Chapter 5 Live Well

Not surprisingly, with twelve pairs of "hooves", Li Jinglan finally received the small black iron card of the group. The ten-person team became a hundred-person team, Fu Haiqing was more than three feet long, the small iron card was soaked in saliva for half an hour, and Li Jinglan wrapped the small iron card in eight layers with straw paper before he dared to put it in his arms.

The regimental rate is considered to be the seventh rank among the generals, and he has taken a small step from the school captain, Li Jinglan was a little happy, but a letter from home made him have to swell a little bit just now and beat it back to its original shape.

The twenty-seventh letter to the family, there are only three words: Get back!

Plain paper is fragrant, and the iron hook is silver.

Fu Haiqing looked at Li Jinglan, who was stunned, and secretly rubbed his fingers on the letterhead, put it on the tip of his nose and breathed unwillingly: "It's so fragrant, the taste of a little lady, tsk!"

"What?"

"Ahem, the spirit of the king, the heroine of the woman!"

"Yo, Lao Fu, you have a kind of face-to-face slap on this fart. ”

"Okay, okay....... what are you doing?"

"I don't see any valuable objects on you, keep a thought!"

"What? Do you really want to go back?"

"Go back? ”

"Then what are you touching my stuff for?"

"Based on what you just said, in my eyes, you have been chopped into meat sauce, while you are still full of beards and tails, leave some thoughts for me first. ”

Fu Haiqing didn't mean to make trouble this time, he remembered the words Li Jinglan said when he was in a coma, and patted Li Jinglan on the shoulder: "Boy, I know that you are not an ordinary person, and I also know that the things you encounter are not ordinary, Lao Fu has no ability, and his brain is stupid, so he really can't help you, but there is a sentence that my mother said, I think it is reasonable, she said, people have to live to have hope." ”

Only when you are alive can you have hope, "Get back!" is all the same!

Li Jinglan looked up at the vast sky and muttered to himself: Sister, you must also live, live well, or who will I show my majesty?

"How many long heads!

In exchange for this one, a white epiphany

Wandering people!

Why don't you sit down quietly?

The mani heap of all obsessions

Heaped into Everest

All the relics on it

Put your name and engrave it

That moment of turning

The sand at the bottom of Lake Namtso was cleared

My Aja,

May I light butter lamps for you, O wandering man

Aja, my Aja

I'm at the foot of Mount Kailash

Bow

If you don't laugh, the Buddha didn't pick up flowers

......”

On the prairie, the herdsmen were singing, singing like knives, and Li Jinglan's chest was twisted to pieces.

For no reason, I remembered that snowy winter, and my mother sat in the snow and was paralyzed!

"God, open your eyes! What did Li Mei'an do, you will repay me! Don't let the children suffer!"

"Li Mei'an, you lack great virtue in your life....."

"God, you can take our mother and son together! open your eyes and look at ........"

That year, the snow lotus, the girl who had never been weak since she could remember, and had never had a smiling face, made a smile that was more ugly than crying: "Shocking, don't cry, if you eat this flower, it won't hurt! Sleep well, sister will take you to build a snowman!"

Li Jinglan seemed to feel that he shouldn't eat it, and said timidly: "Sister, that was picked by your father!"

"Eat or not, kill you if you don't eat!"

"Shocking, eat quickly, I won't tell him when Daddy comes back, okay?

"Open your mouth, open your mouth wider!"

......

When the haggard mother got up from the snow and walked into the house, she saw the remnants of the petals on Li Jinglan's mouth, and the mother, who had never beaten her, slapped him hard.

Then, the mother hugged him and his sister into her arms, like a she-wolf, and howled to the sky: Li Mei'an, I grass your ancestors!

Li Jinglan seemed to understand something, but he didn't seem to understand anything.

Giving is one thing, and giving back is another, Li Jinglan never thought much about it.

Who doesn't want to live a good life, Jingxian knows, Jinglan also knows, the truth in the book is right, but the truth is still outside the book after all, so he has never hated it, just a simple pain, the kind of pain that seems to be torn apart and taken away in an instant, and the edges of the wound are painfully twitching and curling up.

It's like a mother and child in that cold winter without a trace of warmth.

Helpless, fighting for his life.

The sound is loud, and the sorrow is silent.

Li Jinglan slowly opened his eyes, and his cheeks were full of tears.

"Sister, you must live well. We're all alive and well!"