Chapter 422: Sad past

When I came back from Qingyuan Town, Xiaofeng seemed to be very tired. When she hadn’t eaten yet, she fell asleep on Hu Feng’s bed.
Bai Hao lightly walked into the house and covered him with a thin quilt. Looking at his thin figure, he long sighed in his heart. In such a world, a poor child like Xiaofeng, I don’t know how much, no 爹The mother is hurt, the food is not fruity, and the clothes are not covered.
If there is no war in the world, no poverty, no ruthless abandonment, how good is it?
When lunch was done, Xiaofeng didn't wake up. They couldn't bear to wake him up, so they ate first, leaving Xiaofeng with the best food, hot in the pot, waiting for him to wake up and eat again.
Who can think that Xiaofeng sleeps and wakes up in the evening.
The sky outside has become dim, and the daytime in autumn has become much shorter. It has not yet entered the night, and the wind is already cool.
The table was full of fragrant meals, and the other side of the table was also decorated with moon cakes and melons. The red arms of the small arms were already lit, illuminating the warmth of the room.
"Xiaofeng is awake! Isn't it hungry? There is still a dish to open the meal. You should go to the backyard and wash your face. It will soon be fine."
Su Shi played with Ruer in the hall, and Awu and Hu Bo chopped firewood in the front yard.
Xiaofeng Chaosu asked: "What about scorpion, white scorpion?"
Su hasn't answered yet, and Ruer rushed and said: "I know that I know that White Sister is cooking in the kitchen. White sister's craftsmanship is good, and everything is delicious."
Xiaofeng smiled and touched Ru's head. "Ruer is really awkward, you play first, I go to wash my face."
Xiaofeng went to the backyard, and a thick fragrance came out. I didn't feel hungry at first. I could smell the fragrance and the stomach began to sing the empty city.
The white pheasant came out with the sweet and sour pork ribs that had just come out of the pot, and ran into Xiaofeng: "Are you awake? Sleeping? Hungry?"
Xiaofeng hurriedly shook his head. "Not hungry, not hungry." This word is not hungry, but the belly is not arrogant.
He screamed at the belly of the bark and laughed awkwardly.
Bai Hao vacated a finger to the water tank: "There is a clean tub and water over there, you wash it quickly, and immediately open the meal."
Seeing the white cockroach holding the dish, he moved to the water tank and took the water to wash his face. The water in the tank was very cold. His face was very hot. After washing it several times, the heat on his face was extinguished.
When I got back to the house, everyone sat down and waited for him.
The Sifang and Eight Immortals tables are surrounded by seven people, full of delicious dishes, and everyone’s faces are filled with smiles.
This family day, he has not seen it for a long time, as if it was a lifetime.
He even thought that he would never be able to live on such a good day.
During the meeting, Awu Chao Xiaofeng asked: "How have you been through these years?"
Everyone tried not to ask him about things three years ago. I don’t have to ask if I knew what happened three years ago. If it wasn’t for Awu’s return, there would be no Ruer.
Xiaofeng put down the chopsticks in his hands, his eyes filled with sorrow. He never forgot the scene three years ago, and never thought that the life after losing his loved ones was so hard.
"If it wasn't for me to be punishable by Mr. in the school, go back late, there would be no me now, all dead, a family of twenty-eight people, all dead." His hand trembled, always remembering that one On the day, he felt cold, from head to toe, from the inside out.
The mother had the last breath left, and she told him that it was impossible to be a spy, and it would never be a spy, let him believe that he must find a way to find embarrassment.