The Host is Getting Beautiful Every Day

  Chapter 219 Lady of the Republic of China, online face slap (39)

  Su Qinghuan’s lips twitched a few times, and her heart beat faster and faster, as if a ball of cotton was stuck in her throat.

   Tears shed uncontrollably.

  —This man, this body has long been Xu Guo, there is no Xu Qing.

  In fact, when they first met, Su Qinghuan understood that there was still too much distance between the two.

  It’s not family background, appearance, not because she was divorced once, not because Mu Beicheng is too good.

  It is between the two of them, separated by this turbulent world.

  ...

  The world is safe and secure, and it will live up to the family and the country.

  Su Qinghuan looked up at the man on the turret. The desolate blood stained his eyebrows. Perhaps because the wind and sand in the northwest were too great, Mu Beicheng’s originally handsome eyebrows were rough and desolate at this moment.

  Her heart aches.

  Su Qinghuan’s eyesight is excellent, even at such a distance, she can clearly see the numerous bullet marks on Mu Beicheng's body.

  What kind of thoughts are needed to be able to stay on the turret forever, even if you die without falling down?

  Su Qinghuan hugged the howling baby, as if carrying the heaviest hope in the world, step by step towards the turret.

  She stretched out her hand, and somewhat desperately placed the finger under the man’s nose.

  There is no breathing.

  Even though this fact has already been known, Su Qinghuan still feels that the pain in life is nothing more terrifying than it is now.

   "North City..."

   Mu Beicheng.

  "You liar, you said that you should respect my ideas. You came to Xichuan secretly, and you never thought about sending me to Dongchen Country. How do I spend the rest of my life?"

  Mu Beicheng was born in a rich family, so he wouldn’t even be able to get a permanent residence permit from Dongchen Kingdom.

  It's just that he gave up.

  In this era, there is no shortage of people who are willing to sacrifice.

  Su Qinghuan looked at the flag of Kyushu that had been stained redder with blood behind the man.

  I felt sour in my heart.

   "It turns out that the moment you die, is the dignity of this country the most you can't let go of?"

  The brave fought and died.

  Drunk people live as slaves.

  This is the most sober portrayal of this era, and it cannot be said that the latter is so despicable. Maybe they just gave up their dignity for the most basic human desire for survival.

  But the former is the backbone of this era, a person truly worthy of respect.

  ...

   "I didn't lose to anyone, I just lost to your patriotism, right?"

  This comparison may be a little ridiculous, but Su Qinghuan can't even laugh, she only has the urge to cry.

  "You are such a fool. Since you are willing to be selfish for me and send me abroad, you have never thought that you should be selfish for yourself and fulfill the love in this troubled world?"

  Su Qinghuan knew it was impossible.

  He can let go of little love and love, but he may not let go of every ordinary person living in this Kyushu country.

  Perhaps, he is also a member he is willing to bless.

  This man is so stupid.

   "You keep saying that I am only eighteen years old and I want to live for myself. You never thought that you are also only twenty-five years old. Can you experience the most common and happiest life?"

   Tears are like a tap that has opened the gate, and it didn't take long for them to burst into tears.

  ...

  Su Qinghuan was afraid of frightening the child, so she solemnly placed the baby on the ground, and stretched out her hand tremblingly, wanting to loosen the banner and hug Mu Beicheng.

  It turned out that although the man was supporting the flagpole with his right hand, his hand was clenched into a fist, and he couldn't loosen it for a while.

  He is holding a small pocket watch in his right hand.

  Su Qinghuan was startled.

  She opened the pocket watch gently, only to realize that what was hidden in it was not like the little family portraits that ordinary wealthy people like to display.

   is the silhouette of a carefully folded newspaper.

  She opened the yellowed old newspaper and saw a black-and-white photo of herself and Mu Beicheng on it.

  In fact, Mu Beicheng only exposed an umbrella hand.

  Most of them are Su Qinghuan.

  It was the day when Mu Beicheng came to Su's Mansion to look for her, and it rained heavily.

  She used five thousand plate nixilinli to lure each other.

  So, Mu Beicheng had to come.

  She is wearing an extremely exquisite Su embroidered cheongsam. She has a beautiful figure and smiles as if she does not know all the sorrows in the world.

  ...

  "..."

  "Do you think I will be moved if you hold this thing in your hand before you die?"

  "Mubei City! Mubei City!"

  "You arrange me to take care of Su Qian before you decide to die. You are not afraid that I will have a bad life in Dongchen country in the second half of my life, or is Su Qian a scumbag?"

   "How can you be sure that others can take care of me? Why do you think my life is so important?"

   Tears poured down like a bank burst.

  In the end, the heart seems to be a dry well, and finally, even the tears cannot flow out

  His name was upside down in her heart, and it eventually became a severe scar.

  ...

  Su Qinghuan glanced back at the long yellow sand.

  She took a deep breath and pushed the pocket watch to her heart.

  It seems that the temperature of this iron block is the last trace of comfort that Mu Beicheng left to himself.

  The yellow sand is all over the sky, the setting sun is like blood, and there is a crying baby beside it.

  Su Qinghuan sometimes feels that gods and human beings are all the same fragile but powerful.

  Even in the desperate situation of such a country’s destruction, it exudes tremendous vitality.

  She lovingly hugged the man's slightly stiff body, and piously dropped a kiss on the man's forehead.

   "If your idea is to protect this land, then I will protect it with you."

   "North City, I love you."

  ...

  Su Qinghuan chose to burn Mu Beicheng to a handful of ashes. She did not hide him in any box.

   Instead, she chose to stand on a hillside closest to the sky, in front of a peach tree, and sprinkle the ash.

  Perhaps after death, being able to accompany the beautiful mountains and rivers of the motherland may be his long-cherished wish in life.

   "Tong'er, when my host dies, please also sprinkle me under this peach blossom tree."

   "Host, what you said is so horrible, don't you want to find your own shortcomings?"

"No, I will not."

  Su Qinghuan smiled faintly.

  She held the baby and went directly to the imperial capital of Kyushu.

  That is one of the few cities in Kyushu that has not been captured.

  ...

  Xiao Tao, Wang Ma, and the aunts and wives left by Mr. Su are also in the imperial capital.

  Su Qinghuan gave the baby that Xichuan had brought to Wang’s care, and then resolutely decided to go to the front line for medical care.

  They cried and laughed when they saw Su Qinghuan happily, and when they heard Su Qinghuan’s thoughts, they struggled to hold her to persuade her.

   "Miss, are you crazy? Going to the front line will kill you! What's more, you don't know medicine!"

  (End of this chapter)