Dressed as the daughter of the villain's son?

When the wind blew, the entire training ground seemed to be lit up. The piles of firewood were lit one by one. A large pot was placed on the bonfire in the middle, and several men were pouring water into it.

Fu Shengyu was shaking the armrest of the roasted lamb leg, and Qingyun was pulled by Feng Huayang to sit on the ground. The firelight was reflected on their faces, all of which were red. It turned out that the sun was on people's faces.

Feng Huayang stretched out his hand to get some warmth from the fire, smiling gently and relaxedly. Qingyun also tried to stretch out her hand, but she put her slightly black little paws next to the jade-white hands and immediately retracted them. She also had a little inferiority complex.

At this moment, Chang Jin came over with gritted teeth. He had been shooting for half the afternoon and the recoil was causing some pain in his shoulder.

He saw what happened just now. The little idiot was indeed a little idiot. It was so funny, like a dog's paw stepping on cotton. The eight points of black turned into ten points.

While Chang Jin was laughing silently, Wu Geng sat next to Qing Yun very smoothly. Unless Chang Jin had the courage to sit next to Fu Shengyu, this would be the position closest to Feng Huayang.

Seeing the person who slid down next to him stretching out his still steaming hands to warm himself by the fire, Qing Yun tilted his head to glance at Chang Jin who was gritting his teeth and smiled slyly. Under Chang Jin's gaze, he slowly leaned against Feng Huayang, sniffed and said, "Auntie smells so good!"

Chang Jin didn't want to say hello to his sister, otherwise his sister might think he was angry if he was in a bad mood.

Qingyun buried his face in Feng Huayang's clothes to hide his uncontrollable laughter. It was really fun to tease Chang Jin.

Feng Huayang picked out a rosy little face and held her in his arms, "Our Qingyun is like a little apple, smiling sweetly."

"whee."

"The evening breeze blew away the sunshine and reflected it on my mother's cheek. I ran home with a smile and asked my mother if she missed me today..."

Amid the gentle singing, the noisy sounds on the training ground stopped. Feng Huayang gently patted Qingyun's back with one hand and rocked her slightly.

The place was very quiet, except for the crackling of the burning fire, the sizzling of oil dripping, and the gurgling of water in the big pot in the middle.

After the song was over, Feng Huayang saw An Jing's cheeks blushing. She sang the song her mother sang to her when she was a child. She felt a little embarrassed, but she couldn't control her overflowing maternal love for Qingyun.

"Does Boss Feng sing well?" Fu Shengyu asked with a smile.

"Okay!" The response was deafening.

"I'm just throwing out some ideas, come on, someone else come and sing a song." With Fu Shengyu's warm-up, Feng Huayang quickly adjusted his mood.

"Yes, yes, yes. We can't drink today, but we can sing while drinking. Come on and add to the fun." Fang Cheng also said.

Nursery rhymes are the happiest songs in the world, and the songs sung by mothers are the most gentle songs in the world.

The eyes of these older soldiers were red. The training was hard and tiring, but they had never felt wronged. Transporting supplies was dangerous, but they had never been afraid. However, such a gentle song made them feel sad.

No matter how righteous and ambitious a person is, when he meets his mother, he will humble himself and serve her.

Mother is kind by nature, and in the day-to-day longing for her, she is shaped into the Virgin Mary. She is a gentle breeze and a white cloud.

Fu Shengyu didn't have too many feelings. He just felt a little regretful and a little fortunate. He felt sorry that his daughter didn't have a mother, but he was fortunate to have a good female elder like Feng Huayang.

In Fufeng Fort, Feng Huayang is capable and skillful, but she is a woman, slender and weak. The natural difference in physical strength makes everyone subconsciously give priority to her. But at this moment, she possesses the glory of the Virgin Mary, and she is the spiritual leader of Fufeng Fort.

She was very efficient tonight, like a mother who worked hard at home, and also very gentle, like a mother who saw her children, put down the pots and pans in her hands, and whispered to them to be careful.

There are also people who don’t have mothers, maybe because their parents were unkind, or they may have lost their fathers at a young age, but they have all fantasized about having a mother who is as gentle as water.

Father and mother are positions, just like leaders, but mom and dad are a kind of intimacy, just like calling your leader Lao Li, which can only be done if you have a deep relationship with him.

Fu Shengyu was able to make some distinctions and felt a little disappointed. Qingyun only called him father, which probably meant that he hadn't recognized him yet.

But he was also very happy, at least Qingyun recognized this identity, and he was looking forward to the time when his daughter would call him dad.

Qingyun couldn't call him that. Forgive her, she really couldn't call her own son "dad". It was very difficult for her too.

Another gust of wind blew, bringing with it a slightly damp and cold air, which passed through the fire and blew warmly onto people's faces, and the flames jumped with a bit of joy.

Lin Song panted as he pulled the audio cart over. The wheels of the cart seemed a bit rusty, making it difficult to pull it, and it took a lot of effort.

Fang Cheng took the microphone handed over by Lin Song, and as the melody sounded, he smiled with his teeth showing, "Ahem, everyone knows that I only know this one song, don't despise me."

"Brother Fang sings beautifully, I never get tired of listening to him!" Xiao Yong was very supportive.

There was another round of good-natured laughter on the field. Feng Huayang grabbed Qingyun's hand and patted it, "The eldest lady is applauding everyone."

The applause rang out, Fang Cheng stretched out his hand to press down, and began to sing: "Brush off the dust on my body, cheer up my tired spirit..."

The yellowed lamb leg was rolling on the fire, the hot steam from the pot was spreading all over the place, the bright eyes were staring at the person singing, and his thoughts seemed to drift far away.

Some people started to sing along quietly. Feng Huayang held Qingyun's hand and gently clapped the beat, humming the melody.

People on the field went up and down, songs changed one after another, the lamb legs turned round and round, and the big pot was opened to add ingredients twice.

Fu Qingyun swallowed his saliva and kept sniffing forward. Fu Shengyu had already stood up and was using a knife to slice the roasted lamb.

The roasted lamb is very fragrant, sprinkled with a little pepper and salt, the feeling of the gravy exploding in the mouth is wonderful, very fragrant and mellow.

Fu Shengyu handed the small plate of soup to Feng Huayang first. Feng Huayang blew on it and fed it to Qingyun first, so Qingyun was honored to be the one to take the first bite.

The first bite will be doubly delicious, and it will also be doubly delicious when you are hungry, but if you are too hungry you will just swallow it whole, and it will also be fried in your mouth because it is too hot.

No one went up to sing anymore, but there were a lot more laughter. The atmosphere tonight was really good. Fu Shengyu asked Fang Cheng to bring over a few boxes of beer. Each person had a bowl of beer. People with a good alcohol tolerance drank it like water, but people with a poor alcohol tolerance would get dizzy after just one bowl.

When receiving the wine, he would first smell the aroma of the wine, take a sip, sigh with satisfaction, eat two bites of mutton and say, "Wine is really a good thing."

The field seemed to be more lively, and the flames flickered more violently because the wind was a little strong.

Even though everyone was given a bowl of wine, no one in Fu Shengyu's group drank it. Lin Song swallowed his saliva greedily but just smelled the taste and put it back.

Fang Cheng looked at the mutton soup in the pot and served it in a bowl. He added some chopped green onions and coriander. Lin Song pretended to have drunk too much wine and squinted his eyes.

"Do you need chopped green onions and coriander?" Feng Huayang asked softly.

"Yes." Qingyun stared at the pot that was constantly emitting aroma. She was eating mutton until her mouth was dry.

Fu Shengyu went to get two bowls of soup, Feng Huayang took them with a smile, blew them to cool a little before letting Qingyun drink slowly.

The soup was too hot and Feng Huayang could hardly hold it. Wu Geng took Qingyun's bowl from her and gently stirred the soup with chopsticks to cool it down.

Qingyun just took a sip and his tongue became numb from the heat. He quietly opened his mouth and inhaled some cool air to cool his tongue.

Although Wu Geng looks big and strong, he is still very careful when feeding the child. When Qingyun took another sip of the soup at just the right temperature, his eyes narrowed in comfort. The mutton soup is delicious, and with the addition of chopped green onions and coriander it has a different aroma.

The kitchen brought out pot after pot of pancakes, and the lamb skewers were almost done. The roasted lamb was wrapped in pancakes, with some chopped green onions and minced garlic or chili powder added. One bite and the whole stomach was satisfied.

Feng Huayang didn't like eating it this way. She felt the biscuit was a bit dry, so she broke it into pieces bit by bit and then soaked it in mutton soup to make mutton soup steamed bun. Of course, the rest of the biscuit was left to Fu Shengyu to deal with.

Qingyun was full, but still wanted to try something else, so he got a bite from Feng Huayang. The soft dough absorbed the salty and fresh soup, and when he bit it, it gave off a wheat aroma that made him unable to stop eating.

Everyone drank the soup until their foreheads and noses were sweating. Their stomachs were warm and their limbs began to feel hot. Qingyun wanted to take off her clothes, but she knew it was very cold at night and she would catch a cold if the wind blew, so she just stretched out her hands to dissipate the heat.

Jiang Zhenzhen sat opposite Qingyun and ate quietly. Although she was not familiar with anyone, Fang Cheng would give her a portion of food and drinks. She thought she would feel embarrassed, but strangely, she just felt very satisfied with the meal.

Because there is no pretense here, everyone eats very seriously and your satisfied expressions make the food in their mouths taste even better.

Feng Huayang finished eating, Jiang Zhenzhen also finished eating, and the soup in the pot was almost gone. Everyone shared the last bit of the soup, then took the pot down and restored the campfire to its original appearance.

I wonder if the bonfire would feel aggrieved by the huge pot. I don’t think so, because its light and heat make a greater contribution.

Feng Huayang pulled Qingyun over, walked around the campfire, kicked his feet, waved his hands, and then Jiang Zhenzhen was also pulled over.

Her face was a little red, probably because of the reflection of the bonfire. She also followed behind, kicking her feet and waving her hands.

Round and round, more and more people came, and then they started singing. I don’t know who started it, but everyone started singing and dancing around the campfire.

Fu Shengyu was also pulled in, and Wu Geng was also pulled in. Then everyone held hands. If the bonfire was not enough, there was also a fire for roasting lamb legs. They walked around in a circle, kicked their legs, waved their hands, and sang happy songs.

The firelight shone on them, on their faces, and the firelight danced in their eyes. They were now a hovering dragon.

The fire was getting dimmer and dimmer, with only the bonfire still having a little light. Everyone spontaneously cleaned up the outside. Qingyun was too tired and had fallen asleep in Chang Jin's arms.

Chang Jin gritted his teeth as he watched Wu Geng busying around with Feng Huayang, then looked at Fu Shengyu chatting and laughing with Feng Huayang. He angrily lowered his head at the sleeping child in his arms.

Qingyun was sleeping soundly, her cheeks still had a dark red from frostbite, but it was much lighter. Her eyelashes were very long and were still trembling slightly, and her rosy mouth moved slightly with her breathing.

Chang Jin felt that his aesthetic taste had been downgraded. He actually saw cuteness in this clown's face, and quickly looked at his sister to save his aesthetic taste.

When he lowered his head again, he was still very cute. Chang Jin felt that he was hopeless and could only hope that this clown egg was really cute.

Finally, Fu Shengyu carried Qingyun back, and then took Fang Cheng, Feng Huayang, He Gu, and a few people who had not drunk alcohol to take on the task of night patrol.

In order to spend more time with Feng Huayang, Chang Jin also accompanied him on guard in the watchtower. Unfortunately, Feng Huayang was very serious about his work, and he didn't say much to him the whole night.

But being in the same space with the person you admire already makes people very happy. Chang Jin feels that the moon is really bright tonight, shining on the dead trees in the forest like a layer of frost.