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Chapter 1267 Su Bao, I’m sorry, I couldn’t bring you a gift.

 Chapter 1267 Su Bao, I’m sorry, I couldn’t bring you a gift

Su Bao ran out and opened the door. The warmth inside the house was in stark contrast to the cold outside.

The wind and snow got a little bigger, so big that it could block some people's way home. Su Bao's eyes turned red and he said softly: "Uncle Seven..."

"Uncle Qi, why are you hiding here? Are you trying to surprise us?"

"Uncle Seven... everyone... everyone is waiting for you to come home."

Su Bao couldn't help but shed tears as he spoke.

Tears fell into the snow and melted into a small shallow nest.

She saw her seventh uncle wearing a military uniform, but it was tattered and stained with mud and blood.

There was still a wound on his face, and he was trying hard to wipe it off, then took off the hat with the blackened side and put it in his luggage bag.

Working so hard to organize myself, trying to show the most glorious side of myself...

Su Bao still remembered the seventh uncle who ate Malatang back then. He was like a cheerful young man. Now he is much calmer in military uniform, but he can't continue to grow old.

"Uncle Seven!" Su Bao choked, lowering his voice and unable to stop shaking.

She rushed over and hugged the light figure. She wanted to cry but didn't dare. She just asked over and over again: "Uncle Seven, why did you come back?"

"Uncle Qi, is it cold on the road..."

"Uncle Qi, are you hungry..."

Su Yunchao lowered his head slumped and stood there with helpless hands. After a long time, he hugged Su Bao tremblingly.

"I'm sorry, Su Bao, Uncle Seven couldn't bring you a New Year gift."

Su Bao's tears and the broken pearls fell on the snow drop by drop.

She could only shake her head and couldn't say anything.

She is used to seeing joys and sorrows, but this time it was her own joys and sorrows.

Su Yunchao sighed and comforted Su Bao in a low voice.

"Uncle Seven is a soldier..."

Su Yun smiled, but Su Bao felt even worse in his heart.

Her voice was so choked that she couldn't speak, and she asked a question she knew the answer to: "Uncle Seven, why don't you hide away, why don't you run..."

"Bah, bah, bah - they were so angry that they beat me. They thought they were safe this time, but they didn't expect me to stand up!"

Speaking of how he single-handedly transferred and escorted his compatriots without missing a beat, Su Yunchao still looked pleased and proud.

But the more Su Bao listened, the more he wanted to cry. He could easily escape by himself, but he rushed to the front.

He could obviously go home, but he reunited thousands of his compatriots, but he himself could not go home.

He wanted to come back before New Year's Eve, so he hit the road alone, crossing the other side of the ocean and passing through mountains and mountains. He was a little afraid that he was going home in the wrong direction, and he was even more afraid of himself.

Never go home again.

He hurried on with all his strength, ran and ran as hard as he could... and finally returned home.

Su Bao couldn't bear it any longer and started to cry.

Su Yunchao panicked. While coaxing Su Bao, he quickly pulled her to the other side and said, "Please keep your voice down. Uncle Seven also wants to spend the New Year with your grandma. Don't let them know."

"Uncle Seven knows that Su Bao is the most powerful, so you can help Uncle Seven do it, right?"
Chapter completed!
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