Three months passed in the blink of an eye. Everything was so harmonious, as if the main theme of the world had become a happy outlook. He and his father had a quarrel that afternoon, and it was said that it was very intense. It seemed that his father did not go to worship on the anniversary of his mother's death.

He blamed his father for his misfortune and his father's affection. In fact, his father also had unspeakable difficulties. Why didn't he want to pay homage to his deceased wife? It was just that he couldn't get rid of the state affairs, but they were both impatient people. One didn't want to hear an explanation.

, the other one didn’t want to explain more. His father was very angry and slapped him. After all, his father was a battle-hardened man. The force was beyond what ordinary people could match. His father also regretted it after he slapped him, but Farah showed his face to him with a low face.

Apologize, he lost his mother when he was a child. The general still feels a little guilty towards him. But both of them are strong-willed men. Neither of them can apologize to the other. The man still cares about his own face.

When he came to me, I saw five scars clearly printed on his face. I took the embroidered handkerchief and gently touched the scars. The scars were on his face, but they hurt deeply in my heart. I couldn’t shed tears.

She shed tears of anger.

"Does it hurt?"

He shook his head. It seemed that he had never been injured, and how could those shocking scars not hurt?

I knew his pain, but how could such a tough-minded man let me know his pain? That night I cooked food for him, and I saw him with his head down and not saying a word. I

He took the collected dew and gently applied it on his face with an embroidered handkerchief. Maybe it would make him feel better. There was a touch of emotion in his eyes.

"Can you drink with me? I..."

It was hard for me to refuse, but I really didn't know how to drink, so I secretly poured the wine into the grass while he wasn't paying attention. He was so drunk that he had no consciousness. I had no choice but to pull him into my room.

He was really heavy. He was still shouting vaguely: "Mother, mother." His handsome eyes gradually became hazy, mixed with a trace of heartache and unseen sadness.

It turns out that he cares so much about his mother. When I looked at him, I felt sour and sad in my heart. It turned out that Brother Yin had such inseparable emotions in his heart. I felt a little bit sad.

I covered him with a quilt. Brother Yin, I don’t know the pain of losing my mother, but I really feel for you. I hope you can be happy. I walked out of the room. How can men and women live in the same room? It seems that tonight I

I could only survive in this courtyard. I looked at him sleeping inside and gently closed the door.

The moonlight is like water, and I feel a sense of loneliness in my heart. I wonder how my parents are doing now. Mom, how are you doing now? Although the people in the general's family are very kind, living in other people's homes is not as warm and casual as your own home. I don't know what's wrong with it.

I miss that home. When can I go home? There is no one in my general’s house to talk to. I silently feel that I have some loose grass, roots, heart, fragrance, and direction.

I was walking alone in the courtyard. The cold wind made me feel chilly. I forgot to take out my clothes. I suddenly felt a chill passing through my dress as thin as cicada wings. The courtyard was quiet and peaceful. The cold moonlight made me feel chilly.
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