You rascal, stop right there!

Chapter 222 Today is Your Birthday

The snow in March is mostly sleet, which is really freezing.

Ling Shumo followed the soldiers to dig graves for two or three days.

He was still worried about being accused and delaying the war, so he hid all the gold, silver and jewelry and exchanged them. No one else in the army knew about it except the 100 people led by Wang Sen.

By the time everything was settled, it was already late at night when I returned home.

In order not to worry Bai Wan, he took a shower and changed his clothes, but when he entered the room, he found that there was no one in the room again.

I am forgetful and afraid of the cold, where can I run to?

At the same time, a clear and elegant voice came from a kitchen: "Add more!"

It turned out that Bai Wan was cooking noodles in the kitchen. Since there was not much food and she didn't know where the noodles were from, she wanted to add more pickled garlic.

"Thank you very much. You work hard every day. This small half bowl is for you." He said to the cook who was over 50 years old.

This pasta was so rare that he couldn't help but think of the woman in the capital who was dying on the roadside because of lack of rice.

This man is handsome and friendly, and he usually says nice things to the elderly. Even old women feel comfortable looking at him.

"Mr. Bai, are you Lord Ling's relative? Did you come here to escape?" asked the cook.

Ling Shumo paid great attention to him and prepared charcoal, bedding and food. Everyone thought that this person must be a distant relative of the adults.

"I guess so." Bai Wan smiled, "I escaped from the capital."

"Beijing?!" The cook suddenly shuddered and then had a complicated expression.

Bai Wan felt even more strange: "Did you also escape from the capital?"

"I have a beautiful daughter. She was abducted by Xuanli's army when the capital fell, and we still don't know whether she is alive or dead." The cook couldn't help shedding tears when she said this.

In the capital, a beautiful girl was kidnapped by Xuanli’s army.

These three paragraphs added together amount to death.

Those Xuanli people would certainly torture the woman to death, leaving no trace of her body.

"Maybe she is as lucky as I am and can escape and reunite with you." Bai Wan had to comfort her against her will.

He later learned about the beheading of the fourteen girls and wrote it down.

The cook was finally moved with sympathy and complained about her sufferings. This reminded Bai Wan of those days and her hatred for the fallen country deepened.

"Aunt Zhou, why don't you tell me what your daughter looks like? I'll draw her for you." Bai Wan took out her sketchbook and picked up a pen.

Although his figure painting is not as good as Luo Wenqi's, his arguments are not weak, and this is not the first time he has done such a thing.

With just a few strokes, a beautiful woman with a charming smile was drawn.

"Yes, it's my daughter. Thank you!" Aunt Zhou had tears in her eyes and was very relieved.

But in fact, when Bai Wan saw this painting, he felt it was very familiar.

In particular, when he saw the red mole at the corner of the woman's eye, he recognized that this was one of the fifteen girls that Wan Yan had sent.

The person is probably dead.

Bai Wan really couldn't tell her the bad news.

He comforted her, "Aunt Zhou, you are old now, you can talk to me more often in the future. We all escaped from the capital, and my father got separated from us, so we can sympathize with each other."

The old woman felt a little depressed and thought it would be nice if the person in front of her was her own child.

Alas, there are so many cases of parents and children being separated in troubled times...

So, Bai Wan pulled her white cloak closer, picked up another large portion with pickled garlic, and walked out the door.

Ling Shumo at the door was staring at him quietly. Suddenly, he bumped into him and met his gaze in surprise.

The two look at each other.

Suddenly, there was silence...

All I saw was this man holding a bowl of noodles with pickled garlic in it.

When the two of them came to their senses, Bai Wan walked up to Ling Shumo without thinking and handed it to him.

"Do you often do things like this?" Ling Shumo asked.

Bai Wan said softly, "It's just to remind them of the past, but they can't be resurrected. This is all I can do."

Then, the two of them walked back into the room together. Ling Shumo watched him put down the bowl and could tell at a glance that he was uneasy.

However, he knew what this person was worried about, and he was extremely concerned but could not say much.

Bai Wan closed her eyes, then moved closer and said with a playful smile: "This is noodles specially cooked for you, don't you want to eat it?"

Ling Shumo suddenly felt a little strange: "Why do you cook noodles just for me?"

Looking at the noodles in front of him, there was his favorite pickled garlic, and even some meat slices that came from nowhere, which really showed the thoughtfulness of the noodles.

"Today is your 22nd birthday!" Bai Wan smiled and waved his hand in front of the man's puzzled gaze.

Ling Shumo stared blankly, and suddenly lost his voice, not knowing what to say...

They all say that they care about Abai, but in fact, the other party also remembers the things that they value all the time.

"I have spent every year with you since I was seven years old. This year we have no money, so you have to make do with it!"

The friendship of more than ten years cannot be expressed in just a few words.

If it weren't for that incident seven years ago, they would have celebrated Ling Shumo's fifteenth birthday together.

At this moment, Bai Wan had no regrets about being separated for so many years. Instead, she felt very content and relieved.

Many people are separated and can't be reunited, but he is already very lucky.

As the evening breeze blew, the man's elegant profile looked particularly clear and poetic.

Ling Shumo held the chopsticks tightly and ate the longevity noodles bit by bit, his heart was gnawed by countless burning warmth and tenderness...

The person opposite watched him finish eating and smiled thoughtfully.

It has been a really long time since I last saw each other celebrate their birthdays.

Ling Shumo didn't know that on his fifteenth birthday, Han Miaoran set off colorful fireworks on the city wall to celebrate.

At that time, he had just been released from prison by the previous emperor. When he passed by the city wall, he left fireworks and became the colorful fairy in folk legends.

Bai Wan took out a small booklet and quietly wrote down what happened today so as not to forget it.

In order to remember this day, he immediately drew a small portrait of Zi Chen on it.

The night that suddenly fell was a little cold.

Ling Shumo felt a gradual warmth growing in his heart, and he truly felt that this person was the only person God had given him to meet and follow.

The pasta and meat in his mouth seemed like delicacies that were hard to find anywhere else in the world.

"Zi Chen, there are very few people in this world who can celebrate their birthdays as peacefully as you and I... very few..."

At this time, Bai Wan spoke lightly, full of emotion.

It would be great if we could recover the lost ground and make everyone live a better life.

"Abai, I hope to have everything in this world with you." Ling Shumo looked at him.

What this means is that no matter whether it is peace or chaos, they should cherish it and never abandon it.

Bai Wan smiled with relief: "Then you have to finish this bowl!"

This smile is like spring coming from the cold winter, bringing forth countless emotions.

Just after the person opposite him stared at him as if nothing happened, he realized that the so-called meat in the bowl was actually the thing he feared the most.

What can I say?

Anyway, it was made by this person for him, and it was the most delicious thing in the world.