"You don't know, your dad is really powerful. He cured Milong with just one big slap!" Shangguan's voice was not small. Anyway, Shuoyu, who was lying on the ground again and was hit in the chest by Lei Baoer's tank shell, heard it clearly. He immediately sat up and whispered to Lei Baoer about what happened that day.
The more she talked, the more embarrassed she felt. She could only keep saying sorry.
Shangguan Jieci waved his hands and said it was okay, really okay, it was just a little funny to talk about it.
Shuo Yu sat up with a somersault, brushed off the sand on his body, and went to the kitchen to help her serve the dishes, leaving Lei Baoer to play by herself for a while.
The middle-aged woman who was drying books in the house heard the voice of her son whom she had missed day and night. She came out and looked at her son standing in the middle of the yard without blinking. She was at a loss. For a moment, both mother and son didn't know what to say. They wanted to get close but didn't know how to get close. No one spoke.
It didn't seem like a mother and son meeting, but more like a poor relative from a distant place who hadn't seen each other for a long time coming to visit. It was particularly reserved.
In the yard, Lei Baoer was holding the Sibu Xiang made by Milong in one hand and a new toy in the other, playing a war game against the imaginary enemies in the air.
Shuo Yu glanced at Fanla's mother, who looked much better. In his hand, he was holding a colorful dish with radishes, wild vegetables, mushrooms and diced meat. It looked delicious.
Fanla on the other side was not as relaxed as Shuoyu. Shuoyu didn't want to see his annoying father at all, so he simply didn't go in and just sat at the table waiting for dinner. He came to see Lei Baoer, not to see Fanla's dead father. If he were to say, the biggest mistake the Japanese made was that they didn't kill that old man in Heshun.
Meng Fanle limped into the half-open door with a heavy heart. His mother walked in front of him without saying a word, looking back and forth between old man Meng who was reading in the study and his son who was only a few steps away from her, as if to say, "Son is back."
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