Chapter 2684 Half of your own

The border army, the commander's camp, drizzle flying.

After handling military affairs, Dongfang Xiong walked into a camp in the living area on the east side. As soon as he stepped in, two figures were reflected, one was a white-haired woman lying in a comfortable chair, and the other was a young nurse who patiently fed her. The old and the young were very different, but the scene in front of her showed harmony and touch.

The white-haired woman's muscles on her face were a little stiff, her eyes looked dull and unconscious, with a little Alzheimer's disease, and she also gave people a feeling of being in a dilemma. Her hands were wrapped around a circle of gauze, and blood from the gauze could be vaguely seen. She was obviously injured not long ago.

However, when Dongfang Xiong, who was wearing military uniform walked in, the white-haired woman's eyes turned and there was a hint of softness in her eyes. When the young nurse turned around and saw Dongfang Xiong, she immediately stood up respectfully with a white porcelain bowl, and shouted softly: "General Dongfang!"

"Is her situation better?"

Dongfang Xiong took the white porcelain bowl from the young nurse, and there was half a bowl of lean meat porridge inside. There was no doubt that the white-haired old man didn't eat much. When the young nurse heard Dongfang Xiong's question, she immediately replied in a low voice: "The scratches on both hands are nothing serious, just rest for ten days and midnight."

The young nurse clearly informed the condition: "But her Alzheimer's disease cannot be solved. Now she can only take medicine every five days to slow down her brain bluntness. The reason why she is not taking medicine every day is because she is afraid that side effects will overwhelm the effect. After all, her age is there."

"She didn't eat much today!"

The young nurse exhaled a long breath and told Dongfang Xiong about the white-haired old man's condition: "I don't know if it was the injury that restricted her spirit or the bad weather stirred her emotions. After an hour of eating a bowl of porridge, most of the remaining ones were left. I tried hard to communicate with her but it didn't work at all."

Dongfang Xiong knew the condition of the old woman with white hair. He turned his head and looked at the flying drizzle, then looked at the wounds on the old man's body, and then smiled at the young nurse: "I understand, thank you for your hard work, you go and rest first, I'll feed her, and then have someone come to change shifts in two hours."

The young nurse responded respectfully: "Yes!"

After the young nurse retreated and left the room, Dongfang Xiong poured out the gradually cold meat porridge in the bowl, and then put a large bowl from the pot. He pulled a chair and sat down next to the old man: "Mom, come on, drink some porridge to warm up your body. After drinking it, you will see your daughter."

The word "daughter" seemed to have powerful magic, which instantly made the white-haired old woman's eyes clear and her stiff muscles became more excited. She hadn't seen her daughter for several months and shouted: "The fifth zither? The fifth zither is back? Where is she? General Dongfang, let the unfilial daughter come to see me."

The white-haired old woman seemed to remember something, but it was more out of touch with reality. Dongfang Xiong smiled and took the opportunity to hand the meat porridge to her mouth. In order to get the answer, the white-haired old woman cooperated to drink the meat porridge in one sip, and then looked at Dongfang Xiong in front of her with a look of anticipation.

But she quickly remembered something again, and touched the corner of her mouth and replied: "She shouldn't come back. She will get angry when she comes back. General Dongfang, just let her die outside. Never let her see me. I am afraid that she will no longer bear to blame her."

There was also a hint of guilt towards Dongfang Xiong in her eyes.

The white-haired old woman was obviously very conflicted. She hoped to see the reunion of the Wu Qin and her daughter, but she was worried that the military law would take her life. She felt sorry for her parents in the world. Dongfang Xiong sighed and then scooped up a bite of porridge: "It's okay, she is carrying out a mission for me."

"I want her to atone for her sins!"

The old man started to be confused a month ago and forgot many things every day. In addition to Dongfang Xiong and Diwu Qin, she often turned around and didn't remember the people around her. The day before yesterday, she climbed to a high place to look at Diwu Qin's return, but ended up falling down with a serious condition.

Although Dongfang Xiong was very ashamed of the old man's condition and felt that he had not taken good care of the old man for Diwu Qin, he felt much more relieved when he saw her forgetting Diwu Qin's death, which meant that she would not be immersed in sadness and despair, and could live more vibrantly for the rest of her life.

Dongfang Xiong also left a beautiful lie to the old man: "Although the fifth Qin made a big mistake, it is not irreparable. I set her ten tasks, and as long as she completes it, she will come back. Now that I have completed the seventh one, Mom, you can see her in a few more days."

"real?"

A color appeared in the eyes of the white-haired old woman. She stood up straight and looked at Dongfang Xiong with difficulty. The old man who had always trusted the latter extremely, shook his lips and shouted: "That's great, great, General Dongfang, thank you, thank you for giving Qin'er a chance, you are a good person."

The white-haired old woman grabbed Dongfang Xiong's hand: "If Qin'er and I had not been taken care of by you over the years, I was afraid that we would have been on the streets long ago. What made me most ashamed was that she betrayed you and hurt you, but you didn't want to kill her, and gave her the opportunity to atone for her."

"Qin'er will definitely complete the task!"

Dongfang Xiong smiled calmly, then took a spoon and gently stirred the porcelain bowl: "The fifth piano will definitely complete the task, so should you finish this bowl of porridge? If you don't eat something to warm your body, how can you fight the cold? How can you wait for your daughter to come back?"

The old white-haired woman took the porcelain bowl: "I'll eat, I'll eat,"

When Dongfang Xiong was pleased to watch the old man eating meat porridge on his own initiative, the door was suddenly knocked by someone. Ye Qingrou, dressed in military uniform, walked in, looked at the white-haired old woman, and then looked at Dongfang Xiong and said, "General Dongfang, someone from the capital, the big golden clothes are waiting for you in the living room."

Dongfang Xiong couldn't help frowning: "What did he do when he came to the border army?" Then he stood up straight, patted his military uniform and walked out, and whispered: "Stay here and watch the old lady finish the porridge, and then tell her some of the former prestige of the fifth piano."

Ye Qingrou nodded: "I understand!" She looked at Dongfang Xiongyuan's back, wanted to say something but finally shut up. Then she turned her eyes to the white-haired old woman, with a softer look on her face. When she saw Di Wuqin's mother, she always remembered her days of working with Zhao Heng in the United States.

It’s a pity that he is just a passerby in life after all.

"You sent the border troops to kill Miyamoto Kazuo?"

Dongfang Xiong walked into the living room in a military uniform and saw the big golden robe covered in dust and rain. Before he could even ask the latter's intention to come here, he turned his head and said directly: "What are you doing in Paris' affairs?"

Dongfang Xiong didn't have much emotional ups and downs on his face. He waved his hand and asked the orderly soldiers to go out. He personally made two cups of tea and put one in front of Dajinyi: "That's right, I killed Miyamoto Kazuo, but how do you know? The gunman I sent was very secret and clean."

"Secretly, no!"

Da Jinyi picked up the tea and took a sip but was almost thrown away: "Zhao Heng was watching them fight in the attic. He recognized the man in the mask as Jiang Changlong at a glance. This attack and the old man's deployment were serious conflicts, so did he change his strategy when he rewarded the old man?"

A deep look emerged in Dongfang Xiong's eyes, and he leaned on the shabby rocking chair and spoke: "So that's it. I just said how could anyone know that it was the work of the border army? You know, the participants were all soldiers and kings I took out from each army. It was simply a whimsical idea to investigate their identities."

Dongfang Xiong stretched his left hand forward, and the black bird flew down from the bookcase: "It's not surprising that Zhao Heng is on the scene. He knows Jiang Changlong enough, but I'm a little confused. I killed Kazuo Miyamoto to avenge a private revenge and seek justice for the fifth qin who died in the Japanese shrine."

"How come there is a conflict with the old man's deployment?"

When Da Jinyi was wiping the corner of her mouth with a tissue, Dongfang Xiong added: "You were asked to come from the capital in person? What happened here? You came here to complain, instead of the old man calling, you should be planning to tell me something, right? Tell me,"

"Let me see if it was wrong to attack and kill Miyamoto Kazuo!"

Da Jinyi threw the tissue on the table, then looked at Dongfang Xiong with a bright look, and his tone was a little more playful: "You asked Dongfang Xiong to attack Dongfang Xiong in a team battle, just to seek justice for the fifth Qin? No other intention? Old man, when did you become so emotional?"

Dongfang Xiong could hear something from Da Jinyi's words, spread his hands and replied with a smile: "It's indeed avenging the fifth qin. I've been rational for decades, so when I'm old, I want to live a happier life and be happy with the passionate world. Whoever stabs me will shoot me the headshot."

"It's a pity that Miyamoto Kazuo is too powerful."

Dongfang Xiong raised a hint of regret on his face, rubbed his head and sighed: "The thirty soldiers I sent were usually 1 to 20 battle losses in practice. In other words, in the competition with ordinary soldiers, it takes twenty soldiers to hurt one of them, and the team battle damage ratio is even more amazing."

"But last night, thirty people fell down fifteen."

A light burst into Dongfang Xiong's eyes, and his words were clearly added: "Jiang Changlong has also become a blood gourd. If it weren't for the huge loss, I would have wanted them to kill the other old ghosts of the royal family together, but it would be fine anyway. After all, I took Miyamoto's head back."

"Old guy, it's time for you to say something!"

Dongfang Yu waved his finger: "Why can't I kill Miyamoto Kazuo?"

Big Golden Clothes looked at Dongfang Xiong with a bright look, and finally he had no choice but to say:

"He is half his own person, it's a pity to die too early!"
Chapter completed!