Su Yumo opened his mouth wide, loosened his grip, and the pancake in his hand fell vertically.
At that moment, she thought a lot.
The light yellow clothes were stained with white stains, so she had to find a lake to wash them.
After washing and drying, she smelled the clothes and the smell of goat milk had not yet dissipated.
After thinking so much, there was nothing left on my legs.
Su Yumo put away his fear and looked down.
A slender hand caught her pancake. The pancake, which was as big as her palm, looked small and exquisite in his palm.
She touched the lines on that hand again and again last night, and they were covered with sticky sweat.
I don’t know if it’s hers or his, or maybe both.
She looked up and it was indeed him.
"Why are you here?"
Maybe it was because of the close contact, she felt safe in Nastu's presence.
With him around, there's nothing to be afraid of.
But as a modern independent woman, how can I entrust my sense of security to a man? Although Stu is very reliable.
Because of her wealthy family, she did not have to consider whether it would be easy to find a job in the future when choosing her major. She chose based entirely on her own interests and chose wine making.
After graduating from college, she did not work and lived a carefree life relying on the mountains of money in her family.
She had never thought about this issue before, so she couldn't really be considered independent.
At most, there is no financial independence, but there is emotional independence, because there is no emotion.
There are no close friends here and time is running out, so she will discuss this issue with the system next time.
Nastu took a bite of the place where Su Yumo had eaten, and it was very delicious.
When Su Yumo saw it, he was so shocked that his eyes almost popped out.
There was her saliva all over it, she had never shared anything with a man before.
Forget it, I don’t know how much I ate last night.
She turned around, picked up the cake on the table and continued eating.
Filling your stomach is the most important thing.
After Nastu had eaten everything and wiped his hands, he was about to answer her question when he was interrupted by a voice from the other side.
Ogule handed the hot pancake in his hand to Sumar with an attentive smile.
Sumar just said he was disgusted, but he still took the pancake.
No matter what time, girls always say no but actually want it.
Su Yumo had seen through this a long time ago.
The love between childhood sweethearts is about to begin. Can she be considered the matchmaker between them?
Nineteen years later, she was able to drink in their wedding wine.
I guess I have to queue behind Sudiya and Aokte.
Before the girl could take a bite, the boy was lifted up by the back of his collar and he started swimming towards the air again.
"Boy, what do you want to do to my daughter?"
Ogule kicked his legs and said hurriedly: "I want to play with your daughter."
Nastu mercilessly exposed his words, "He said he would marry Sumar in the future."
Su Yumo: Not only can you not find a wife, but you also want Augule to live out his life alone.
So vicious.
Sumar's father was so angry that he turned Ogule around and brought him in front of him.
"If you come near my daughter again, I will break your legs." His beard trembled with his facial expression.
Ogule kicked his legs and made several footprints.
"That's what Abreu said, not me."
Ogule felt the murderous aura in front of him. He was not stupid and could not be stubborn at this time.
"Okay, I'll go find Abreu."
If a child can say this, it must be taught by an adult.
Then he dropped Ogul, picked up his scimitar and ran away, vowing to skin him alive and drain his tendons.
Su Yumo looked at the menacing figure from behind and couldn't help but ask Stu.
"How did Abreu survive until now?"
“Thick-skinned.”
If you have no shame, you are invincible.
"I see." Su Yumo nodded.
Learned another trick.
Su Yumo covered his mouth and asked in a low voice: "Where is Ogule's mother?"
This quietly spoken word was heard by the boy sitting on the ground. Perhaps he really had the talent to be an archer.
Ogule raised his head and pointed one hand to the sky.
"Sister, look, my mother is there, my father is there too, and I will go there someday too, and then our family will be reunited there."
Su Yumo couldn't help but feel a lump in his throat, staring blankly at the blue sky pointed by his little hand.
He has no parents anymore.
She knew what it was like to lose a mother.
When I wanted to meet her, I could only see a cold stone tablet and could no longer feel her body temperature.
I wanted to talk to her, but I could no longer hear her voice. All I could do was ask myself questions and answer them.
Everything about her exists only in photos and other people's words.
As time goes by, the sadness will not ease, but I will slowly forget my past with her because of the blurred memory.
It's all gray, and nothing could be more painful than this.
"Is it because of the war?"
I regretted it as soon as I said it. It was just nonsense. What else could it be?
Nastu also looked at the all-embracing sky and said in a low voice:
"Ogule's father died in battle, and his mother committed suicide after hearing the news."
Everyone is inevitably a victim of war.
Everyone lost the love of their life because of the greed of a few people or a few groups.
Those who are high and mighty will not understand their pain, but will only pick up the sword again and again with a ferocious face to cut off all obstacles in their way.
Nastu noticed that the person next to him was in a bad mood. He looked down and saw that her eyes were red and filled with crystal tears.
He held her slightly cold hand, with a few drops of goat milk on her fingertips, and picked up the cloth on the table to gently wipe it for her.
Just like last night.
Everyone present with eyes saw this scene and was extremely surprised.
While eating the pancake, he thought: Is this still the Khan they know who kills people without blinking an eye and saves people without leaving a name?
I hope he hasn't been replaced by someone else.
This needs to be verified.
Several unmarried girls thought: Is what Sudiya said right? Isn't the Khan quite normal?
After wiping them clean, he bent down and kissed her jade-like fingers.
As devout as a believer.
The girls widened their eyes and said, "Sudiya, you lied to us. It's better not to let us see you on this grassland."
Su Yumo's tears were ready to burst out, but they were unexpectedly repelled by a kiss.
I can only conserve my energy and wait for the next battle.
Su Yumo rarely cries. When her mother is around, she lives a happy life every day. A child with a mother is like a treasure.
My mother died, and she shed all the tears of the first half of her life on that rainy day.
The rest of my life's tears were shed for that little dog.
Her father didn't like her crying. He thought it was a sign of weakness. Only the strong could hold back their tears, strengthen their will and go against the wind in difficult situations.
Fate will not be kind to you just because you shed a few more tears.
The survival rules of the grassland people coincide with his.
Maybe she really is their descendant.
Fortunately, there are more than three generations between her and Nastu.
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