When he heard that he needed help, Zhao Ce stopped.
"All right."
After the boy finished speaking, he stood there awkwardly.
His pretty face was childish, his nose was red from the cold, and his thin black cloth clothes were not enough to protect him from the cold. Even his sleeves were not long enough, revealing his sharp wrist bones.
Xie Ling felt distressed when she saw this.
At this age, in modern times, he would be a high school student who has not yet taken the college entrance examination. In ancient times, he would have experienced life and death and become a general protecting a region.
Xie Ling stood up and went to the dark room to get a large cloak. "Put it on. It belongs to Gu Wei."
Seeing the boy's hesitant expression, Xie Ling felt a little helpless and added, "If you wear more clothes, you will be better able to help with things."
Only then did Zhao Ce put it on.
Looking at the girl in front of him who was younger than himself, he suddenly felt a familiar feeling in his heart...
Zhao Ce's eyes lit up!
It's a mother's feeling!
He actually felt the love of his deceased mother from his sister-in-law?
Xie Ling's eyes were gentle, and she handed over another cup of hot ginger soup, "Drink it, it will warm you up."
Zhao Ce sniffed, his eyes moistened by the heat.
Fengjian Qingli happened to come to Xie Ling for something, so Xie Ling entrusted Zhao Ce to him.
Zhao Ce followed Fengjian Qingli out in a daze.
Xie Ling immediately went to find the person in charge of the canteen, and by the way found a soldier to call Uncle Wu back, and told Uncle Wuzhu to tidy up the back mountain...
Xie Ling was so busy that she had no time to rest, but her heart was getting hotter and hotter.
Looking at the flying snow, Xie Ling looked up and smiled.
Her relatives finally came.
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