80 military doctor's little wife

Her funeral was held by Gu Ning. Gu Ning looked at the photo on the tombstone without expression, the black-and-white photo with all smiles frozen, and the white haired old man holding the tombstone.

Suddenly a gust of wind came from the sky, which also made the leaves on the ground fly.

In the morning, in the setting sun, in life, out of life.

Soul, hope

The afterglow of the setting sun dyed half of the sky red, and then the sun was like blood.

Tang Yuxin was awakened by a quarrel.

She stupidly opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling above her head. It was a long time and a long time ago. Far away, she almost forgot when it was.

The walls of her home were peeling off like this, which was her first home in those years and also her father's home. Since she left, she never came back again. Many of them were forgotten. Her memory was that she lost a lot of things over time, but the only thing she didn't forget was the ceiling which had fallen off the walls and the ceiling, The shabby ceiling fan, the most old-fashioned one, also fell a layer of dust on it.

"Tang Zhinian, my daughter, why should I give it to you?" A woman's voice, but also shock the whole room shaking, there is a piece of rotten wall seems to fall, and then a piece.

"Tang Zhinian, I must take away my heart. You are a big man. You can't support yourself. How can you support your daughter?"

"No," the honest farmer squatted on one side, his eyes red, his face haggard, and a thick layer of gray under his eyes.

"I can't give you my heart. I don't have it. It's just her."

"You can decide not to give it to me." The woman sneered, "I'm her mother. She has been kissing me since she was a child. We don't say anything. When the child wakes up, you go to ask the child, who will she follow?"

The man didn't say it, but he could hear his voice choking up from time to time.

But his tears didn't fall down. Maybe he swallowed them.

Tang Yuxin listened to the noise after noise for a long time, but she was still staring at the ceiling until she closed her eyes again. She didn't know whether she was sleepy or dead.

Until she opened her eyes again, the light from the broken glass was warm.

When she died, it was autumn, a colder autumn than winter, a colder autumn than winter, and now, it's like spring.

"Yu Xin, come to dinner."

A man came in with a bowl in his hand. An honest young man, his clothes were white after washing, and his skin was very black. His big hands were like a palm fan, carrying a small bowl.

The man is smiling, the smile is very simple and honest, the smile is also loving.

He put the bowl in front of Tang Yuxin, and then rubbed his daughter's small head with his big hand like a palm fan, "eat the rice first, and dad will take you to catch the fish, OK?"

Tang Yuxin looked at the man for a long time, she instinctively stretched out her hand, but her hands were small, and she looked at her little hands for a long time, but she didn't move.

"What's the matter, don't you want to eat?" Then the man touched his daughter's head, "what do you want to eat? Dad is going to make it for you, OK? By the way, we still have eggs. My heart is to eat steamed eggs, right? Dad is going to steam eggs for you