"Look, does he look like the second brother?" Hu Gechi pulled Arnold, his eyes swept back and forth between the baby wrapped in swaddling clothes in the cradle and Zhenjin.
"It's not like that." Arnold said with a thick nasal voice.
Zhenjin smiled and stretched out his hand to hug her, but she quickly and sensitively stepped aside, grabbing Hu Gechi's clothes tightly with her little hands. "What, are you angry?" Zhenxin smiled and pinched her face, "
Did I not mean to scare you just now?"
Arnold turned his head and didn't want to pay attention to him. Although he felt in his heart that he was apologizing, could this girl be coaxed so easily? You dare to shame me, and if I don't show you some temper, you don't know that this girl is not that good at all.
Hello Katie.
"Second brother, have you named the child?" Hu Gechi suddenly turned around and asked.
"Well, I've already thought about it. Gan Mala. Bo'er only has Gan Mala."
When Arnold heard this, he burst out laughing. What's the name of this? Gan Mala, do you dare to eat spicy hot pot? It's only a catty, how much does it weigh on your neck?
Winter has passed and spring has come, and one leaf knows spring. When the crisp leaves reveal new buds, spring has come quietly. The snow in winter has already melted away, and the spring rain has not yet fallen. There is a moist smell in the air,
Jinan
Arnold was getting more and more bored alone in the military camp. He did everything he could do and thought about everything he could think about. A month ago, Zhenjin took her from Kaiping, reportedly going to Shandong to wipe out the traitor Li Tan.
She understands marching and fighting, but she doesn't understand how to march and fight with a child. But it's useless for anyone to say this, because Zhenjin is the supreme marshal of this march.
Arnold rolled lazily on the bed, staring straight at the roof of the tent.
"Amul, Amul, come and see what I caught for you?" Hu Gechi's cheerful voice came from outside the tent, and then he stepped into the tent.
Arnold yawned and sat up, only to see a small puppy in his arms. "Where did you catch the puppy?"
"Dog?" Hu Gechi said with disdain, "Is this a wolf? It's a wolf."
Wolf? Arnold looked at Hu Gechi in surprise, "Where did it come from?"
"Caught." Hu Gechi put the wolf cub into Arnold's arms, "The war has started now, so Arnold, you have to stay in the military camp and don't run around, okay?"
"What about you?" Arnold asked, tilting his head while holding the wolf cub in his hand.
"Me?" Hu Gechi smiled sheepishly. His light brown pupils were like two ambers that had experienced thousands of years of wind and rain. Although the surface was crystal clear, the inside was full of vicissitudes of life.
Arnold was stunned when he looked at him like this. He was only ten years old, but now he had such a look of vicissitudes of life after suffering a lot of hardship. No wonder he was so mature, it was rare to see him showing his childish side.
"Of course I'm going to the battlefield..." Hu Gechi's face was full of pride, "You have to know that I am the most heroic child of my father, so fighting on the battlefield must be like a cheetah. I want to hold the
The sword is filled with the blood of the Han people."
The tent suddenly became quiet, and Arnold looked at Hu Gechi blankly. Hu Gechi regretted what he just said. Although Arnold is usually very well-behaved and cute, what he wants to do now is to kill her people. The atmosphere
It was a bit depressing for a moment, as a gust of wind blew in from outside the tent, carrying yellow sand, which whirled down to the feet of the two of them.