Chapter 2802 The Beautiful Concubine of the Misogynist General (49)

The girl's eyes are like flowers and warm light.

Lu Xinglan was speechless for a moment, his cold and dark eyes were full of turbulent waves.

The sourness spread to the end of his eyes.

He blinked hard, and pressed his thin lips tightly, but in the end he couldn't hold back the turbulent sour emotions in his heart, and his voice dropped.

"I'm so unfilial, I don't deserve to be offered sacrifices in the future."

He cut off the queen of the Lu family.

It is natural to become a lonely soul after death.

Bai Weiwei's lips were wiped clean, the bright red was not there, because of the loss of both vitality and blood, there was an unhealthy pink.

Her charming eyes were sweetly bent, and her outstretched fingers pitied the fragile man in front of her.

Her fingertips were also cold, but the temperature of her voice was unusually warm.

"You are worthy of the sky, the land, the country, and the people of the country. I believe that the ancestors of the Lu family in the past have spent their entire lives guarding all of this, and handing it over to you. And if you keep it, this is the greatest filial piety."

Speaking of this, the girl smiled bitterly.

"I heard about your deeds before, and I admired you very much. I thought you were a great hero who protected the southern country, and also protected us little people."

There was a trace of sadness and pity in her eyes.

"Later, when I washed clothes in the snow and ice for the first time in winter, my hands hurt from the cold, and I wondered if you were colder and hungrier in the borderlands. I only do laundry, but you have to brave the wind and snow, Put your life on your shoulders and go to fight."

This trace of pity made her words reveal a sense of sadness.

"It's impossible for a person like you to be sacrificed after death. There are more than ten million people like me who love you."

She smiled, "You are worthy of anyone, but they can't stand you."

Lu Xinglan didn't move, his eyes focused on her.

It's so good to be gently stroked like this.

He had never understood the tenderness of his daughter's family.

I have never experienced gentle treatment.

He thought that he was used to rolling in the cold snow and wind and sand, with no one to comfort him, and he didn't find it hard to work hard.

But it wasn't hard work.

It's just that he doesn't care.

He remembered something, an old soldier was sitting beside him.

He was drinking, and casually recited to the illiterate veteran the new book his wife had written for him.

Last paragraph.

I don't know how to remember it.

——Add clothes outside, pay more attention to food, the night in the frontier is cold, miss me and look at the moon. When I sat by the window and mended your clothes, I looked at the moon and thought that you were watching too, and my heart was relieved.

He didn't quite understand when the veteran heard that.

Why are you crying like an old dog.

It turns out that it feels so good to be read by someone.

It was so good that looking at her brought tears to my eyes.

Every word is pity, every sentence is tender.

It is sharper than Leng Xue's knife, but it makes people want to hold her hand.

I want her to pierce her heart with pity words.

Bai Weiwei suddenly withdrew her hand, turned her face away and wiped her eyes, "Why am I so sensational, I just think that a hero like Young Master shouldn't be so depressed, you are a great general."

Suddenly she stopped talking.

The man gently pressed his face against her thigh dress, the frosty white was no match for the fragile whiteness on the man's delicate side face.

He lowered his eyes halfway, and put his hands around her waist, like a child looking for comfort.

The girl was silent for a long time.

Only then did she lightly reach out her hand to the side of his temples, stroked his messy strands with her fingertips, and smoothed them out one by one.

No one spoke.

This rare silence is like a wounded lone wolf who finds a safe place and finally dares to lower his vigilant eyes and rest slowly.

[Ding, the hero's favorability is fifty-five. 】