After the Rebirth, She Became Mr. Song’s Little Ancestor

The humidity and heat of the rainy season in southern Yunnan left a deep impression on him.

Just like the little girl who wore a cotton-linen short-sleeved shirt and cropped trousers and was tanned by the scorching sun, he would also remember it when he had nothing to do.

On the border of the Three Kingdoms, along the Misu River, there are poppies planted everywhere.

It was in that sea of ​​flowers that an 11-year-old girl dragged him ashore.

The girl wore a red rope on her left wrist, and the tail of the rope dangled back and forth as she treated his wound.

At that time, the dark blood stained the camouflage uniform around his waist.

Seeing that she took out a pair of scissors from the rattan basket, squatted by the side to help him cut the T-shirt near the wound, pursed her mouth slightly, and had a serious face that was not suitable for her age, making him lean on the wooden bed to make a sound Ask: "Aren't you afraid?"

"Yeah." She didn't even look up. "Axi was injured by a shotgun. That's how my mother handled it."

"Who is Axi?"

"My domestic dog."

As he spoke, he raised a childish little face.

Because she sneaked into the small shabby house, she had some dirt on her cheeks.

The little girl was looking at him with a foolish look.

It seemed that he couldn't guess who "Axi" was, and made a very low-level mistake.

Song Boyan looked at the girl's black and bright deer eyes, noticed her little gesture of pouting her lips quietly, and felt amused, suddenly forgetting the pain in her abdomen, and reminded her, "There is mud on her face."

Even young girls love to be pretty.

She raised her arm and asked him, wiping her face, "Where?"

Seeing that she hadn't wiped it off for a long time, Song Boyan leaned over and wiped off the mud on her cheek with the thumb of her right hand, touching it very lightly, but she instinctively tilted her head to hide.

The man's hand holding the gun has calluses all the year round, and it falls on the delicate skin of the girl, which is a rough pain.

Over the years, Song Boyan could not remember many details of his military career.

Only he can recall in detail the past of being rescued.

Ji Ming stood in the back and didn't bother.

I don't know how long it took, Song Boyan said slowly: "Next time Xiaosi asks you to go to school, and by the way, ask about her situation at school."

This "she" naturally refers to that Miss Tang.

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The night before Tang Li moved to the Qishan dormitory, he had a long nightmare.

In the dream flashed the familiar and hideous faces of the Li family members, as well as Han Jifeng's indifferent turn. She dreamed of taking care of her mother day and night again, and she felt tired all over her body.

When the gunshot exploded in his mind, Tang Li woke up.

She was covered in cold sweat.

He reached out to turn on the light, but only touched a wall.

With hindsight, I remembered that I was in the school dormitory.

rather than the cage in which she was imprisoned.

After 10:30 p.m., the dormitory was powered off and the lights were turned off.

Tang Li picked up his mobile phone, it was already after 2 am.

She tapped on the new text message.

[Xiao Tang, you haven't been here for a long time. Auntie is not at ease. If it's all right, remember to send a message to Auntie. ]

The text message was received around 11pm last night.

Looking at the sender, Tang Li hugged his knees tightly.

Whether it was in her previous life or this life, she had already visited Qin Yueru in private.

In her previous life, Qin Yueru wanted her to be her daughter-in-law, and Li Wenyan was an important reason for her father to occupy, even if she was only the illegitimate daughter of the Li family.

When she was locked up by Han Jifeng, Qin Yueru came to see her every week for the first half year.

Apart from sighing, Qin Yueru never accused her son.

Not to mention calling the shots for her daughter-in-law.