The first thousand four hundred and sixty-three chapters
Mrs. Gao also worked in the army before. Due to the root cause of her illness on the battlefield, she and General Gao Shiwei gave birth to Gao Shengping, her only son, in her early 40s. Started by
Looking at Gao Shengping, who was kneeling on the ground, walking step by step, crying like a man in tears, a look of sadness appeared on the wrinkled face of the old lady.
"Mom, Mom." Gao Shengping was indeed scared. A major general who was almost thirty years old just cried. He hugged the old lady's feet, raised his head, and stared at her with hope, "Mom, please save me."
Me, I don’t want to die. If you die, no one will be filial to you."
Deng Deng.
He Zhenzhong stopped and looked at the old lady who had white hair and needed help to walk. His heart couldn't help but twitch. Mrs. Gao was already so old and she had just given away her husband.
, is it really necessary for her to lose her son in old age, be alone all her life, and have no one to send her to her death?
At this moment, not only He Zhenzhong, but also many soldiers around him softened their hearts. After all, they all had mothers. They could imagine how sad the old lady was feeling now.
Mrs. Gao raised her hand and rubbed Gao Shengping's head. Like all mothers in the world, her face showed a kind look. She was so happy to have a son. No need to think about how happy she was and how she would indulge Gao Shengping.
She loves her, and besides, her son is her mother's favorite, and she won't watch him die.
"Go to your father's grave and kneel down."
"Yes, mother. Interesting book. First published in the hospital." Gao Shengping did not dare to say anything. After all, the only person who could save him was his mother.
Mrs. Gao broke away from the support of the two guards, walked over with a cane, and walked over step by step.
He Zhenzhong quickly stepped forward, stretched out his hand, and supported the old lady.
"Go away, you wolf-hearted thing, don't touch my mother, are you worthy of her and my dead father?" Gao Shengping yelled, his mother was here, he seemed to have found a backbone, and seemed to have confidence again.
He Zhenzhen sighed deeply, stretched out his hand and took it back. He looked at Mrs. Gao who was standing in front of him, took a deep breath, and then said: "Old Madam, I"
Mrs. Gao waved her hands, which were all skin and bones, as dry as tree branches. Her voice sounded a little vicissitudes of life. She turned her head and looked at Gao Shengping who was kneeling there, "He is my only son."
He Zhenzhong was silent. Mrs. Gao was about to celebrate her 70th birthday and had just sent away her husband who they had been with for more than fifty years. Did he really want to kill Gao Shengping and leave Mrs. Gao devastated and die alone?
Mrs. Gao's eyes were full of sadness and pain. After a while, she said to He Zhenzhong: "Come on, help me."