There is a narrow room next to the inn kitchen, with the smell of stove, fire, food and water mixed with stinking, scattering through the wall.
The young man Ajiu stepped in and immediately raised his hand to cover his mouth and nose, coughing in disgust.
In addition to Ah Fu who ran in before, there was also a 14 or 15-year-old girl standing in the narrow room, with a shabby cotton coat, a round face and big eyes, a little dazed, holding a spoon in her hand, obviously helping the kitchen next door.
"Mom, mom." Ah Fu knelt in front of a temporary bed, eagerly calling the lying woman, "Where is your father going, mom."
The woman seemed to be sleeping and woke up slowly because she was shouted. Her face turned yellow and looked very old. She was as angry as she woke up. She first coughed when she woke up.
Ah Fu and the girl holding the spoon were furious and fed water and patted her.
"June." This cough made the woman more awake, and she looked at her standing at the door-
The room was too small to squeeze out the soldiers, and the young Ajiu came in because of the smell and retreated.
The woman asked in a trembling voice: "Did you go to Daqingshan Camp?"
The young man Ajiu covered his mouth and nose, and his voice buzzed: "No, but we will go along the way, what is your husband's name, how old is, who is under the account--"
He actually asked the previous question again, and Afu, who was standing by the bed, looked over, puzzled but timid.
The Yicheng, who stood at the end of the suspicion, roared twice and said something to the opposite!
The woman in the Yang family answered with a breath, more detailed than what Afu said. Even Yang Dachun's birthday was mentioned, and she still touched her around, "I made a pair of shoes for him, and I must take it over."
Afu hurriedly took out a bag from under the bedding, "Mom, here is it."
The young man Ajiu didn't want to check his shoes this time, and he looked at the woman with his phoenix eyes.
"At the ugly saying goes, our military affairs are urgent, we are traveling fast, and we have a hard time, so we can't take care of your children." He said in a faint voice, "If you follow me, you will follow me. If you can't keep up, we won't care."
The woman in the Yang family kowtowed to him on the bed board: "June, take as far as you can. You can always get closer to her father. His father can come faster. Otherwise, if you throw it away in this far place and wait for you to find it, no one knows if there is any. Ale, Afu, kowtow to June--"
The woman said so much in one breath, but she had no strength to kowtow and started coughing again.
Afu knelt down at the military man, and the girl holding a spoon also knelt down, kowtowing while taking care of the woman.
"Mom, my sister and I will definitely be able to keep up and see my father as soon as possible." Ah Fu held the woman's hand and cried, "Let me pick you up."
The woman coughed and the girl cried. The post soldiers with wives and children outside the door were worried. But for the young Ajiu, he did not feel sad or tragic. He only felt that the smell was even more suffocating. He took another step back.
"That's OK, you guys clean up. We'll only have night, rest for a while, and then set off." He said.
We will be separated immediately. It is very likely that we will never meet again after we part, and the woman will be even more sad.
"Mr. Jun." The woman from the Yang family raised her hands slightly to the soldiers outside the door, and her weak face was disheartened. "If you are lucky enough to see my man, tell him that I will never regret death with him."
It was really touching. The couple must have a good relationship. Several soldiers' eyes were about to turn red, but the young Ajiu frowned even more and stared at the woman-
"Mom--" Afu pounced on the woman, burst into tears of grief, interrupting the woman's sorrow.
It hurts when the couple is separated from their lives and death, and it hurts even more when the children and their mother are separated from their lives and death. The post soldiers really can't stand it anymore and are about to walk away quickly. Seeing that the young man Ajiu is still staring at him, he pulled him. After all, he is a young man who has never experienced life and death, and does not know the sufferings of the world, and regards other people's misery as fun.
"If there are two more people, you have to pick the horses." Zhang Yibing ordered.
He looked at the crying mother and daughter again, and the elder sister named Ale also moved to the bed and cried silently. Although he couldn't bear it, he still wanted to remind him.
"You guys clean up as soon as possible. We have a schedule of schedule and we can't stay for too long."
Ah Fu cried and replied.
The young man Ajiu didn't say anything else, and withdrew his gaze and followed everyone.
The whimpering crying sounds gradually calmed down and slowly became silent.
"Sister, please pack up your things." Ah Fu said with tears.
Ale, the girl next to her, put down the spoon in panic, and wanted to clean up but didn't know what to clean up.
"Just bring two pieces to change clothes." Ah Fu said softly, "Leave the rest to my mother."
The elder sister responded and went to pack up her bags.
The woman lay on the bed, angry: "Don't leave it for me, you all take it away, I don't need it..." She said as she burst into tears, looking at the girl, with reluctance and grief, "You must take good care of yourself."
Ah Fu held her hand in his little hand, tears fell from his cheeks, and he looked at the woman with dark eyes: "Why did you say that more just now?"
The woman's face froze and subconsciously squeezed out a smile. At this time, tears were flowing in her eyes, and she squeezed out her smile, and her expression became a bit strange and funny.
"I am dying, miss your father, look back on the past-" she murmured, looking at the girl, "It is also the cause of love, and it can't help but feel touching the world--"
A Fu's voice was faint: "When the dying person is, how can he not help but feel love!"
The woman seemed to be intrigued: "Afu, you are still young and don't understand this, this love--"
"Okay." A Fu's voice sank and he shouted.
She was twelve or thirteen years old and had a tender voice, but it made the woman shut up immediately, turned her eyes away, and did not dare to look at the girl's eyes.
The girl's eyes were a little scary. She was not filled with tears at this time, and was no longer blocked by her long eyelashes. She was as dark as a deep well.
A strange silence fell on the edge of the bed.
In the narrow room, another girl who was packing her bags by the bed, as if she hadn't heard or seen, she just lowered her head and tied knots on the bags.
"Afu-—" The shout of the postmaster came from outside the door.
Ah Fu immediately turned his head, his dark big eyes were covered with tears: "Master Xu——"
The Yicheng stepped in with a smile on his face: "I finally have a place to go. I'll ask them to pick a docile horse for you."
Afu bowed to the postmaster: "Thank you, Mr. Xu, for your kindness."
The girl is incoherent and can't speak, so she can only say this sentence goes back and forth.
Another girl can only salute.
The woman on the bed forced herself to stand up: "Mr. Xu is very kind and kind, and I will repay you with the next life."
The postmaster asked her to lie down: "I didn't help with some trivial matters. You are lucky in misfortune. You met the postmaster who happened to go to the border county so soon." He also told the two girls, "It's very hard to follow the postmaster. You must persevere, but if you really can't persist, don't force yourself. If you lose your life, you will suffer in vain. As long as you are alive, you will have the chance to see your father."
Chapter completed!