The host, she is becoming beautiful every day

Chapter 219 The Lady of the Republic of China, Face Slapped Online (39)

Su Qinghuan's lips moved a few times, and her heart beat faster and faster, as if a ball of cotton was stuck in her throat.

Tears flowed down uncontrollably.

——This man, this body has long been Xu Guo, and there is no way to Xu Qing.

In fact, from the first time they met, Su Qinghuan understood that there was still too much distance between the two.

It wasn't because of her family background, or her appearance, or because she had been divorced once, and it wasn't because Mu Beicheng was too good.

It was between the two of them, separated by this precarious and chaotic world.

……

The world is safe and sound, and it is not responsible for the family and the country.

Su Qinghuan looked up at the man on the turret, his brows were stained red with desolate blood, perhaps because of the strong wind and sand in the northwest, Mu Beicheng's originally handsome brows and eyes were now rough and desolate.

Her heart ached.

Su Qinghuan's eyesight is excellent, even from such a long distance, she can clearly see the numerous bullet marks on Mu Beicheng's body.

What kind of thoughts should be used to be able to persist on the turret, even if you die, you will not fall down?
Su Qinghuan hugged the crying baby, as if carrying the heaviest hope in the world, she walked up the turret step by step.

She stretched out her hand, and put that finger under the man's nose with some desperation.

Not any breath.

Even though she already knew this fact, Su Qinghuan still felt that the pain in life is nothing more terrifying than it is now.

"North City..."

Mu Beicheng.

"You liar, you promised to respect my ideas. You came to Xichuan secretly by yourself, and never thought about how I would spend the rest of my life if you sent me to Dongchen Kingdom?"

Mu Beicheng was born in a wealthy family, so he couldn't even get a permanent residence permit for Dongchen Kingdom.

It's just that he gave up.

In this era, there is never a shortage of those who are willing to sacrifice.

Su Qinghuan looked at the flag of the Kyushu Kingdom that had been stained even redder by blood behind the man.

Heart astringent.

"It turns out that when you die, what you can't let go of the most is the dignity of this country?"

The brave fought and died.

Drunk people live as slaves.

This is the most sober portrayal of this era, and it cannot be said how despicable the latter are. Maybe they just gave up their dignity for the most basic survival desire of human beings.

But the former is the backbone of this era, and he is truly respectable.

……

"I didn't lose to anyone, I just lost to your patriotism, right?"

Such a comparison might be ridiculous, but Su Qinghuan couldn't even laugh, she only had the urge to cry.

"You are such a fool. Since you are willing to be selfish for me and send me abroad, have you never thought about being selfish for yourself to fulfill love in this troubled world?"

Su Qinghuan knew that this was impossible.

He can let go of little love and love, but maybe he can't let go of every ordinary person living in this Kyushu country.

Perhaps, he is also one of the members he is willing to protect.

This man is so stupid.

"You keep saying that I am talented, and you have to live for yourself. Have you never thought that you are only 25 years old and can experience the most ordinary and happiest life?"

Tears are like a faucet that has been turned on, and it didn't take long before tears filled his chest.

……

Su Qinghuan was afraid of scaring the child, so she solemnly put the baby on the ground, and stretched out her hand tremblingly, trying to let go of the flag and hug Mu Beicheng.

It turned out that although the man was supporting the flagpole with his right hand, his hands were clenched into fists, and he couldn't let go for a while.

In his right hand he held a small pocket watch.

Su Qinghuan was taken aback.

She gently opened the pocket watch, only to realize that what was hidden inside was not the small family portraits that ordinary wealthy people like to display.

It was a silhouette of carefully folded newspapers.

She opened the yellowed old newspaper and saw a black and white photo of herself and Mu Beicheng on it.

In fact, Mu Beicheng only showed a hand holding an umbrella inside.

Most of them are Su Qinghuan's figure.

It was the day when Mu Beicheng came to the Su's mansion to look for her, and it rained heavily.

She lured the other party with five thousand boards of penicillin.

Therefore, Mu Beicheng had to come.

She was wearing an extremely delicate Suzhou embroidered cheongsam, with a graceful figure and a smile as if she didn't know all the sorrows in the world.

……

"..."

"Do you think I will be moved if you hold this thing in your hand before you die?"

"Mu Beicheng! Mu Beicheng!"

"You arranged me to be taken care of by Su Qian before you decided to die. Are you not afraid that I will have a bad life in Dongchen Kingdom for the rest of my life, or that Su Qian is just a scumbag?"

"How can you be sure that others can take good care of me? Why do you think my life is so important so easily?"

Tears poured down like a bank bursting.

In the end, the heart seems to be a dry well, and finally, even the tears can no longer flow out

His name was turned upside down in her heart, and eventually became a deep scar.

……

Su Qinghuan turned her head and glanced at the long yellow sand.

She took a deep breath and pushed the pocket watch to her heart.

It seemed that the temperature of this iron block was the last comfort Mu Beicheng left for himself.

The sky is full of yellow sand, the setting sun is like blood, and there is a crying baby next to it.

Su Qinghuan sometimes feels that whether it is a god or a human being, they are all equally fragile, yet powerful.

Even in such a desperate situation where the country is ruined and the family is ruined, it exudes a majestic vitality.

She lovingly hugged the man's slightly stiff body, and devoutly placed a kiss on the man's forehead.

"If your idea is to guard this land, then I will guard it with you."

"Beicheng, I love you."

……

Su Qinghuan chose to burn Mu Beicheng to a handful of ashes, she didn't hide him in any box.

Instead, he chose to stand on a hillside closest to the sky, and sprinkle the ashes in front of a peach blossom tree.

Perhaps after death, it may be his long-cherished wish to be with the beautiful mountains and rivers of the motherland.

"Tong'er, when my host dies, please sprinkle me under this peach blossom tree."

"Host, what you said is so scary, are you going to commit suicide?"

"No, I will not."

Su Qinghuan smiled lightly.

She hugged the baby and went directly to the imperial capital of Kyushu Kingdom.

That is one of the few cities in Kyushu that has not been captured.

……

Xiaotao, Wang Ma, and the concubines and concubines left by Mr. Su are also in the imperial capital.

Su Qinghuan handed over the baby Xichuan brought to Wang Ma to take care of, and then she resolutely decided to go to the front line to do medical work.

They saw Su Qinghuan crying and laughing happily, and when they heard Su Qinghuan's thoughts, they even held her back to persuade her.

"Miss, are you crazy? You will die if you go to the front! What's more, you don't know medicine!"

(End of this chapter)