Lingfu Space: Supreme Pastoral Wife

Chapter 102 In the Snowstorm, Among the Victims

"This this……"

Jiang Yanqiu was stunned.

Huang Xuhua snorted coldly, "It seems that this small town of Tushan is still considered a hidden dragon and crouching tiger, and there are still people who are proficient in such exquisite acupuncture techniques.

If it weren't for my familiarity with the eight extraordinary meridians of the human body, I feel that your meridians here are somewhat blocked, and I can't find out the reason.Not to mention those doctors. "

"It's really disgusting! It's Tu Yi'an, it must be Tu Yi'an! At the beginning, when I came back from Tu's house, I realized that I couldn't do it!" Jiang Yanqiu said a name viciously.

Huang Xuhua grabbed the word "Tu" and asked, "But the Tu family living in Dongtu Mountain?"

"Yes. Tu Yi'an is the eldest lady of the Tu family in Dongtu Mountain! She also has a young master from the Dong family as her cousin, and a young master from Wanhong Villa as a man!"

"It's really troublesome to host Dong's family. But Wanhong Villa...heh!"

Huang Xuhua snorted coldly, "It's just a family that has been wiped out, nothing to be afraid of! After a while, I will accompany you to the Tu family as a teacher. It just so happens that the Tu family also has something that I want as a teacher."

"it is good."

It snowed for several days before it gradually stopped.

Tu Daxun, Tu Zhengyan, Wan Long and other little guys ran into the snow like the wind, stepping on the soft snow, listening to the creaking sound, I felt very moved!
Someone threw a snowball from behind, and it just hit Tu Daxun on the back.

He suddenly turned around, "Who? Wan Long, tell me, is it you!"

Wan Long stood there obediently with his hands behind his back, shaking his head, "That's not it!"

He smiled and watched another snowball hit Tu Daxun, and then revealed the hidden snowball, and all the little guys started a lively snowball fight like this!
Tu Yi'an stood at the window, looked at them, listened to their play, curled his lips, stroked his belly and said, "Little baby, in a few years, you will be able to play snowball fights with your uncles, you Are you happy?"

Wan Jun was sitting on a chair reading a book. Hearing this, he looked at her back, his brows and eyes were filled with joy. He hadn't experienced such warmth in winter for a long time!

It's just that I don't know about my father, my mother... and my younger brother, how are you all doing?

The sincere hope in his heart is that they are still alive... as long as they live...

Gradually hold your hand tightly!

Love and hate filled his heart.

In the snowstorm, the victims going south were walking with difficulty.

Among the large team of victims, one old and one young, were dragging a raft, which was particularly conspicuous among the crowd.

I saw a man with a pale face lying on the raft. He was unshaven, and he couldn't see his face clearly, and his whole body was tightly wrapped by several beds of broken cups.

"Master, it's not a solution for you two to drag him like this?" The others looked at it, and they couldn't help but worry a few words.

But it's just a few words, the big guys are all disaster victims, and they can't take care of themselves, so they still have time to take care of others.

"He is my son, no matter what, I will not give up on him!" The old man was wearing a patched padded jacket, and it didn't fit well. It looked like he was picked up or given by others.

As for the little boy next to the old man, he was only in his teens, and he was skinny due to long-term malnutrition.

"Hey, this snowstorm, don't know when it will end? It would be great if there is a place to hide around here."

The man who was traveling with him was carrying the burden, and his woman was walking behind with her son in her arms, all heaving and sighing.

(End of this chapter)