Fawn

The end of the new year is approaching, and the snow has covered the roofs of the military barracks and the grain and haystacks. There is no clear ceasefire agreement. However, the two warring parties have indeed ceased fire, as if the New Year is a bigger event than the sky.In fact, the two sides of the ceasefire not only love the Chinese New Year, they are really unable to move - both sides are short of food, both short of cotton clothes, short of food, and there is no supply in the rear, so they naturally want to slow down their work, although they are not passive enough to guns. Entering Kuma to release Nanshan, but the big battle is definitely not going to be fought. Occasionally, a few cannons will be fired at each other, and it will sound like a salute if no one is killed.

This afternoon, Cheng Tingli returned to Tianjin from Zhangjiakou, when he entered the door, he met his son walking slowly on the ground.When father and son met, they first looked at each other, and then Cheng Shiteng spoke first: "Father."

Cheng Tingli looked at his son's appearance, and saw that his face was thin, with high cheekbones, a pointed chin, and a thin neck.Wearing a navy sweater, his short, freshly cut hair was unpolished and presumably freshly washed, so it looked almost shaggy.With his shaggy head and shaggy sweater, he was a big sick schoolboy.Holding the back of the sofa with one hand, he dragged his right leg and slowly moved forward.The right leg is a plaster cast that has just been removed in the past few days. Judging from the X-ray film, the broken calf bone has indeed grown solidly. However, once the right foot hits the ground, the bones of the entire right leg will explode. Pain - pain in the bones, pain in the tendons, and inflexibility, unable to move according to his mind, so he has to walk every day like torture. If he doesn't walk, his legs will be useless.

Cheng Tingli has been holding back to settle a final account with his son because his son let his fawn go.There is no shortage of beautiful young people around him, but Xiaolu, like this son, always seems to be unique. The son is used to pass on the family business from generation to generation, and has a bit of a businesslike color; Xiaolu is his little snack , is the little treasure he keeps for comfort in the evening.He waited for so long and spent so much effort to get this little baby back home and put him on the bed, but he didn't notice it at a glance, and let his son abduct him!

If it is really abducted, it is considered that this son has the guts to have a way, and he will admit it!But the fact is that this bastard almost died, and Xiaolu—he just received the news recently—has already run back to Donghezi, raising the banner of Zhao Zhensheng!Good guy, judging from his abilities alone, he couldn't be sure which one was his real son!

Cheng Tingli thought that he and his bastard son were unreasonable, so he really wanted to hit him with a cane directly to make him cry like a ghost.However, since his son escaped from the dead and returned to Yang, he has been half dead and has not spoken for a long time.If Xiaolu hadn't made a big fuss in Donghezi, Cheng Tingli wouldn't even be able to ask Xiaolu's whereabouts from him.

Now you know it without asking, Cheng Tingli turned his brains around, and immediately figured out the ins and outs of the situation.Thinking to the end, he felt that this little deer was less and less like that little deer's son.Adjutant Lu's temper and thoughts were on the bright side, no matter whether he was good or bad, he was always frank and did not hide anything from him.But this little deer dared to play such a vicious trick - how could this just want Xiao Rui's life?This is still to let oneself have no children and grandchildren!

Cheng Tingli didn't want to let Xiaolu go lightly, he just couldn't spare the time to punish him.The relationship between Zhao Zhensheng and the Nanjing government is very tense now, and Cheng Tingli is going to take this opportunity to step up his efforts to get the central government to come forward and get rid of Zhao.Otherwise, Zhao, who was surnamed Zhao, cast a net all over the sky to attract power, and he was about to fight against him.

When Cheng Tingli's mind is heavy, he tends to be a little more gentle.Like a standard loving father, he said innocuous words to his son: "The leg still hurts?"

Cheng Shiteng lowered his head and muttered softly, "Will I become disabled?"

Cheng Tingli was also worried about this, but he didn't show it on the surface: "Don't think wildly, the bones have grown, so what's the problem?"

Then he got to the point: "Did you read the photo I asked Xiao Feng to send you last time?"

Cheng Shiteng slowly raised his eyes to look at him: "Look."

Cheng Tingli suddenly became interested: "What do you think of that girl?"

Cheng Shiteng lowered his head: "It's okay."

Cheng Tingli sat down on the sofa, turned around and said to his son: "I have seen your photos, and the whole family is very satisfied. Lao Bai is very open-minded, saying that as long as the children see the meaning of the photos, Let’s meet each other and make friends freely first.”

Cheng Shiteng knew that the so-called "old white" was an old upstart.Just like Marshal Duan back then, he is a hot figure now.Everything Cheng Tingli does has its reasons, including the marriage of his only son.When he got married back then, it was like completing a task. Now he treats his son's marriage as if it was a task, very rational and objective.

Since we have to tie it once anyway, of course we can't tie it in vain.

At this moment, Cheng Tingli asked him, "Have you seen?"

Without waiting for Cheng Shiteng to answer, he answered by himself: "Meet you!"

Cheng Shiteng didn't speak.

See you soon!No, he has no new hope.

Or maybe it's because he never had any hope. The so-called hope is all his wishful thinking.

Cheng Tingli was very busy, busy dealing with Zhao Zhensheng; busy explaining to Lao Bai that his son was newly injured, not crippled; busy going to Nanjing and coming back, he was extremely busy, so he gave Xiao Lu some time to breathe.

Xiaolu resumed the production of the arsenal, and spent a lot of money to invite back several engineers who had previously returned to Shanxi. 100 million is enough for him for a while, but only for a while, so he has to find another way to survive.

He is very busy, even busier than Cheng Tingli.After a whole day's work, he would go to see He Ruolong after nightfall—for example, at this moment.

At this moment when he entered the door, He Ruolong was curled up in the corner of the bed wrapped in a quilt in a daze.Someone had just given him a bath, shaved his hair, and shaved his beard.The commander-in-chief of this compulsory bathing was Li Guoming, who knew how to make a person smell good and satisfying.And He Ruolong was tortured by Xiaolu to the point of losing his soul, after this over-thorough cleaning, he became more and more stupid.

With his eyes closed and curled up into a big ball, he didn't sleep, but he would dream one after another, both good dreams and nightmares.Now he is not afraid of nightmares, he is afraid of sweet dreams. In his sweet dreams, he is heroic, riding a horse to review the army, followed by a long line of people, and the people in the line are scrambling to call him teacher and general.He screamed and laughed with joy, but he opened his eyes in a trance, and there was only such a prison cell in front of him, and the deer was close at hand.

Xiaolu sat by the bed, looked at him seriously, and at the end of the look, he asked, "Why are you still so thin?"

He Ruolong closed his eyes and refused to answer.He didn't know why he couldn't eat, the deer sometimes sent people to watch him eat and force him to eat, so he refused to eat and forced to eat like a walking dead, but after eating, he would often vomit again.Why he vomited, he didn't know.

He felt that he was sick, but he didn't know what kind of sickness it was.His diagnosis of himself was based on a hunch.

But he still didn't say anything.He only thought that he had become a teacher, a teacher, a great official.He still wanted to continue to be a leader, and wanted to be promoted again. He thought about it so much that he couldn't bear to live.

But now he is very weak, even the strength to "think" is about to be lost.

At this time, Xiaolu said again: "Did you know? Cheng Shiteng is not dead. Then he didn't die, his life is really not small."

The little deer in He Ruolong's eyes has always been only good, always holding himself up and loving himself, trying to lift himself up to the sky; the one he loves is such a little deer, and the one he wants to save is also such a little deer.If he knew that what he brought back was such an evil spirit, he thought he would not take that risk.

Xiaolu sighed softly: "Death and life are fate, wealth and honor are in the sky."

Then he lowered his eyes and saw He Ruolong showing a row of toes from under the quilt.He stretched out his hand to touch them, He Ruolong was like a wooden sculpture of clay, neither moving nor hiding.

The hand walked along the back of his feet to the depths of the quilt. After reaching a certain level, Xiao Lu smiled: "Naked?"