My right hand hasn't recovered yet, so I have to give the difficult habit of counting beads to my left hand.
"That's what I think..." Song Qingci felt a little embarrassed.
Mr. Fu San asked, "Then why do you feel that way?"
"When I was a doctor, I saw all kinds of people coming and going in front of my door, including many soldiers. Third Master is familiar with my mother, so he should know that when I was a child, she took me to the northwest to look for my father..."
Mr. Fu San didn’t know.
But he always wanted to know how the little girl came to the conclusion that she was familiar with her mother.
"At that time, I met the Northwest Army." Song Qingci's eyes lit up, and he still remembered the shock he felt when he first saw the Northwest Army.
Even though, it was only a team of a few hundred people.
She was still young at that time and her memory has become vague.
But that shocking feeling is still fresh in my memory every time I recall it.
The snow-capped peaks of the Tianshan Mountains are majestic and tall, the barley is golden, and the sheep are like clouds. She sits in front of the window on the second floor waiting for her mother to come back.
She didn't wait for her mother, but waited for the Wala people.
The nurse was in a panic and ran all the way while holding her, while the sound of horse hooves behind her was getting closer and closer.
Song Qingci had been looking back, so she even saw the hideous smile of the Wala man on horseback.
She shouted "Mom" loudly, wanting her mother not to come back.
But the wind drowned out her shouts.
When the Wala's sword was about to chop down, a sharp spear stopped it directly...
"...That little brother saved me. But he didn't even look at me and just left with his people."
Even today, Song Qingci still feels excited when he recalls the scene.
So much so that she didn't notice that Mr. Fu San's pupils shrank when he heard the "Northwest Army", nor did she notice that Fu An behind him had tears in his eyes.
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