"Although you saved me, Fu Shuo and I were still husband and wife at that time. If An An knew about it, she would definitely have a thorn in her heart. But in this way, she would have wronged you."
Facing Lu Wanwan's apologetic eyes, Li Jingchen smiled deliberately and evilly: "What's the point? In his mind, I have long been a bandit who does all kinds of evil. No matter what happened to you and me, in his eyes,
It was me who caused trouble to his mother, I don't mind adding another charge of seducing you."
"That's not the case." Lu Wanwan said seriously: "I know the truth. It was you who saved me."
Li Jingchen suppressed a smile, put his forehead against hers, and said affectionately: "You know, that's enough."
...
At this time, the Martyrs Cemetery in the southern suburbs.
Children are lining up to lay flowers to the martyrs who sacrificed their lives on the front line and had their ashes sent back.
Most of the children are still in a state of naive ignorance about the "war" and "death" mentioned by the teacher.
"Is it really too early?" Several teachers of the same grade gathered together and whispered.
"There is nothing we can do. Isn't this a notice issued by the city, requiring students in the lower grades to not leave the city casually if they have nothing to do? The outing originally planned by the school had to be canceled and changed to visiting graves here."
"But our children are too young to understand these heroic deeds."
"In fact, it is already a challenge to organize the children to lay flowers instead of running around."
"well."
The teachers sighed heavily.
It's all that damn explosion!
at the same time.
An An bent down with compassion and presented a bouquet of white flowers to the hero's tombstone in front of him.
The "flowers" were made out of paper during their art class this week.
The art teacher said that each child only needs to make one flower.
At that time, An An didn't know that this "flower" was dedicated to the martyr uncle, so the folding was a little sloppy.
Looking back now, he couldn't help but regret it. It would have been better if he had folded it more carefully.
The next second, the teacher’s voice came——
"Children, when you are presenting flowers to the martyr uncles, you are not allowed to take pictures."
Someone is taking pictures?
An An looked around and saw Wei Nian standing in front of the tombstone, holding a camera in his hand and pointing the lens at the tombstone behind him.
After being caught on the spot by the teacher, Wei Nian showed a puzzled expression: "Why, teacher? Aren't we here for an outing?"
The teacher twitched the corner of his mouth and said: "Because this is a kind of respect for the martyr uncles."
Wei Nian said with a sweet voice: "But when I take pictures, it is also a kind of commemoration for them."
The teacher doesn't understand why Wei Nian is so bold!
Just when the teacher wanted to force Wei Nian to leave, a weak voice came from the flower bed next to him: "Nian Nian, come here and see what good things I found."
Seeing that it was Li Xiuqi calling him, Wei Nian immediately walked down the steps, came to the flower bed, and asked his friend squatting on the ground: "My deskmate, what good things did you find?"
Li Xiuqi looked back and saw Wei Nian holding the camera, and he kept saying: "Hurry up, I want to take pictures as a souvenir."
"..." Li Xiuqi knew that Niannian's brain circuit was different from other people's. The holy place that others thought she should be in awe of might just be a cool place in her heart. She eagerly wanted to take photos as a souvenir.
Use this to show off your unique personality.
But in the final analysis, Nian Nian is still too happy, not as happy as him and Huai'an.