In his city, in his arms, in his promise, Song Yilan closed his eyes, and suddenly opened them, clear eyes motionless looking at Xu Zhong, stand on tiptoe, gently close up. Chapter 36 The Past Years (1) Qinggang is a typical northern city, in previous years when most of the Chinese New Year's Eve will be some snow, this year, although the lack of rain and snow, but the temperature has been very low. Soon after they stopped outside, Song Yilan urged Xu Zhong to hurry home. They walked not far, Xu Zhong led her to discuss the setting of the New Year's Eve dinner, while returning along the original road, crossed two roads and got home. Xu Zhong turned the key to open the door, and immediately a small shadow jumped out of it and threw itself at him. He saw that it was his nephew Haohao and crouched down hurriedly to ensure that he could throw himself into his arms. Did Haohao miss his uncle this year? "Think!"! Happy New Year, uncle. He changed his hand without any trace, avoided the wound and held his nephew in his arms. He turned to Song Yilan and said, "Come and pay New Year's greetings to my aunt." "Happy New Year, Aunt!" The child's world is always simple,Wall Penstocks, and he regarded Xu Zhong as the most admired hero from an early age, obedient to Xu Zhong's words, did not think about the meaning of "aunt" and shouted out. Song Yilan walked over, the child's sweet smile made her heart melt, and her voice softened, "You also have a good New Year, how old are you?" "Six years old." Fu Wenhao's eyes were bright, staring at Song Yilan,lamella clarifer, and then looking at Xu Zhong and her hand, he came to the conclusion, "Is aunt uncle's girlfriend?" "You know a lot about small people and big ghosts." Xu Zhong hugged Fu Wenhao into the room, Song Yilan followed behind to close the door, and heard the voice of the child, "that aunt will shoot?" Song Yilan chuckled, no one would hate such a lovely child, easily poking the softest piece in her heart. Boys naturally like guns and weapons, since one year when Xu Zhong coaxed him to tell him some irrelevant army stories, he has irremediably worshipped his uncle. Xu Zhong did not have much time to go home, and there were even fewer days to reunite with his sister's family, so Fu Wenhao would stick to him as long as he could see Xu Zhong. Song Yilan consciously went to the kitchen to help prepare lunch, leaving Xu Zhong and Fu Wenhao sitting on the sofa chatting. Uncle, how many bullets did you shoot this year? How many kinds of guns were used? Fu Wenhao was particularly interested in the life of the army in the story and always pestered him to ask questions. No, my uncle has a rest this year and doesn't shoot. Xu Zhong asked him to sit on his lap and tell the truth. Fu Wenhao was stunned and quickly accepted the answer. I know my uncle is ill and should rest. He curled his lips, Dissolved Gas Flotation ,lamella tube, but he didn't show too much disappointment. He looked like a little adult. What do you know? Hearing what he said, Xu Zhong was a little curious. You have a fever. I felt it when I hugged me just now. Fu Wenhao looked at Xu Zhong and said, "When my forehead was so hot before, my mother had already taken me to have an injection." Xu Zhong did not know whether to laugh or cry at his mistaken reasoning. He could not imagine that he had worked so hard to hide it, but he had fallen into the hands of his most unprepared little nephew. Without waiting for him to figure out how to cover up the past, Fu Wenhao opened his mouth again, "Why don't you have an injection?"? The fever is very uncomfortable. Xu Zhong has been reluctant to endure, did not recover in the case of rashly stopped the needle, all kinds of symptoms have been repeated, abnormal body temperature burning his body has no strength, muscle and bone pain, throat pain is also severe, accompanied by a fine tingling sensation in the chest, although not intense, but the moment continued, there is no time to ease, it is very grinding. Uncle is just a little tired. It's all right. Xu Zhong thought about it and coaxed him patiently, "Haohao, play a game with me." As soon as the children heard the game, they were excited. "Well, what game?" You promise not to tell anyone, and I promise I'll be fine when I wake up tomorrow. Who can't do it must agree to another person's request, how about it? Fu Wenhao blinked and looked incredulous, "can uncle really be good tomorrow?" "Really, when did my uncle lie to you?" Xu Zhong pretended to be relaxed and laughed. . There is also the most solemn New Year's Eve dinner in the evening. They are not so fastidious about this lunch. A few simple dishes are served, and the whole family sits around the table. This year, the wish of your two elders has finally come true, which is a great joy for the Xu family. Xu Zhong's elder sister, Xu Bingxin, is very much like her mother. She is clever and not annoying. When cooking, she took the initiative to get close to Song Yilan, just like the character of spring breeze, which made people feel warm. It's a little late, but I'll forgive you if I can bring back such an excellent girl as Lan Lan. Ruan Zhengzhi pushed the dish in front of Song Yilan. When my mother was my uncle's age, I was four years old. Fu Wenhao gnawed half of the drumstick until his face was oily, but he was not confused. You're the only one who's smart. The only thing Xu Zhong can refute like this is his little nephew. Aunt, uncle, he scolded me. Fu Wenhao's mind was full, and he turned to Song Yilan for help. Song Yilan almost effortlessly integrated into the family, or, long before her plane landed, the family opened its arms to her. Because of Xu Zhong's efforts, he promised her that no one in the family would embarrass her. After lunch, the family sat on the sofa and watched the replay of the highlights of the Spring Festival Gala in previous years. Fu Wenhao hugged Xu Zhong's neck and said mysteriously in his ear, "My New Year's wish is a gun. Can my uncle give it to me?" Although it was a whisper, he did not seem to know how to control his voice properly, and even Xu Bingxin,Rotating sludge scraper, who was sitting on one side, heard it. You want a gun again? We talked about it at home. You can't shoot until you grow up. Xu Bingxin knew his brother's experience and heart knot, and was afraid that his son's mention would affect him even more. Here you are. It's in my room. Go and get it yourself. Xu Zhong bought him a toy gun. khnwatertreatment.com