The cannon fodder who died prematurely wakes up [Quick Transmigration]

Because of Tang Erhai's accident, he could have gone back before lunch, but now it was delayed until noon.

At this time, the busy farming is coming to an end, but there are still many people working in the field.

Returning to Tangjia from the village entrance, you will pass through most of the farmland in Tangjia Village.

Then, a strange carriage appeared in Tangjia Village, which attracted everyone's attention.

Tang Ming'an's face didn't change much, but his complexion turned darker and a scar appeared on his face.

The old man in the village who watched him grow up recognized him at a glance.

The old man who was sitting and resting in the shade was the first to see him and was a little surprised.

Then he raised his voice and laughed: "Tang Er is back?! Why don't you send a message first?"

Hearing the old man's voice, the others reacted and looked over.

"Second brother Tang?! Did my elder brother come back with you?" Granny Yang's third son raised his voice when he saw Tang Mingan sitting in the carriage.

"Your elder brother will probably be a few days late."

Tang Ming'an answered all the questions from the uncles and aunts one by one, without the slightest hint of impatience on his face.

Seeing Tang Sanfeng was a little surprised, she thought that his father's taciturn character would at most nod or hum.

"I have something to do at home today, so I won't talk too much with my uncles and aunts."

"It's okay, it's okay! Go back, maybe you can catch lunch!" A certain uncle laughed.

Tang's

Ye Qingyu sat on the chair and waited for a long time, until the food was cold and the three children did not come back.

"Madam, why don't you eat first? The young master and young lady are probably already on their way back." Fang Nanny persuaded.

"They never came back so late in the past..." Ye Qingyu frowned.

"Children, when they meet someone they are interested in, they will always forget the time."

"I hope so..." As long as there is no accident.

"I'd better go out and have a look." Ye Qingyu, who was still worried, stood up and walked out of the hall.

"Hey..." Nanny Fang sighed, and didn't try to persuade her anymore.

When raising four children alone, there will always be some worries about gains and losses.

As soon as she reached the courtyard, Ye Qingyu heard a sound from outside.

The sound seemed to be that the uncle and aunt on the other side of the farmland were shouting something, and it was too far away to hear clearly.

Walking to the gate, the sound of rolling wheels and the sound of horseshoes approaching, Ye Qingyu also heard the voice of his youngest son, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Opening the door, Ye Qingyu raised her eyes and just wanted to reprimand them for coming back too late.

However, after seeing the person who made him think about it day and night, he lost his voice instantly.

Outside the door, Tang Ming'an had just stopped the carriage to carry his second son out when he heard the door open behind him.

Turning around subconsciously, he saw his little husband standing there, looking at him absent-mindedly.

Before he could react, Xiao Fulang's eyes turned red.

Tears were still rolling in the sockets of his eyes, Tang Mingan's heart ached for a while.

It was only when Tang Ming'an walked over that Ye Qingyu noticed that his second son was lying in his arms, with his right hand wrapped in a thick white cloth.

"What's wrong with Er Hai?! How could he be hurt so badly?" Ye Qingyu subconsciously pulled on her husband's clothes and said anxiously.

Not only his right hand, but his face was also bruised and purple, and his clothes were so dirty that he couldn't see the original color clearly.

"Don't worry, the injury is not serious." Tang Mingan reassured.

He came back in time, Tang Erhai's right hand didn't suffer a second injury, just take care of it for a month.

Compared to his dream that he could no longer use his right hand, the current situation is indeed not serious.

Carrying the second son back to his room, he woke up as soon as he put him down.

After Tang Erhai regained consciousness, his eyelids twitched and just about to open his eyes, his father's anxious voice came from his ear.

Opening his eyes, he saw Father Mu who was looking at him nervously.

"Are you awake? Is there any discomfort on your body?!"

Maybe it's because people's hearts become a little fragile after being injured. Hearing the anxious voice of his mother's father, Tang Erhai's nose was sore.

"Father Mu...my hand hurts..."

Seeing that her second son, who had always been well-behaved and hadn't cried since he became sensible, was screaming at him with red eyes, Ye Qingyu felt his heart ache.

"Be patient, it won't hurt after a few days." There was no way to relieve his son's pain, Ye Qingyu could only pat his head to comfort him.

"Father Mu, father...is he back?" Tang Erhai blinked to wake himself up, and asked softly.

He still remembered that before he fell into a coma, it was a man with the same name as his father who saved him.

"You're back, it was your father who carried you back." Saying that, Ye Qingyu pulled the old man who was standing aside, so that her son could see clearly.

Another figure appeared in front of his eyes, Tang Erhai tried to open his eyes to see clearly.

After seeing that familiar face, a smile suddenly appeared on Tang Erhai's face, and he didn't take back even the wound on his face.

"...So you are really my father."

"Ah."

"I'm a little sleepy..." Tang Erhai's voice became a little fuzzy, "Can I see you again after I wake up? Father..."

"Okay, go to sleep." Tang Mingan bent down and patted his head.

Feeling his father's warm big hands, Tang Erhai's eyes closed uncontrollably.

"Then I'll believe it again..." Tang Erhai said the last sentence before falling asleep, his voice was so low that no one could hear him clearly.

Seeing their son asleep, the two walked out of the house lightly.

As soon as she saw the master come back, Nanny Fang went into the kitchen to fry two more dishes, which happened to be brought out at this time.

"Eat first, and then go back to your room to sleep after eating." Ye Qingyu, who had seen Tang Ming'an's tired face a long time ago, said with some distress.

"Let's go." Tang Mingan said, holding Fu Lang's hand and walking over.

At the dining table, Tang Sanfeng and Tang Silong were already sitting there waiting.

Seeing Mu's father and father approaching, especially seeing his father, Tang Sanfeng subconsciously stood up.

"Father Mu, father...Father, it's time to eat."

Seeing the third sister standing up, Tang Silong was a little confused, but he also stood up.

"Father, father, mother! Eat!" Tang Silong said loudly, with a big smile on his face.

"Well, sit down and eat."

The two elders of the family sat down, and Tang Sanfeng just wanted to sit down, when he saw his younger brother sitting in the position of the eldest brother, next to his father, holding a bowl.

Tang Sanfeng was stunned for a while, she had never seen her younger brother cling to someone so much.

Except her, of course.

After thinking about it, Tang Sanfeng also took his own bowl and sat in the seat of the second brother, next to Mu's father.

The Tang family didn't have the rule of not talking when eating, especially Tang Sanfeng and Tang Silong, they talked the most every time they ate.

The topics of conversation span the world, and you can talk about everything.

Now--

Tang Sanfeng quietly glanced at his father who was sitting upright and eating with a serious eye, but he didn't have the guts to speak.

Even when eating, I always pay attention to whether I babble.

Fortunately, Mu's father is now focusing on his father, and he didn't find anything wrong with her.

At Tang Silong's place, halfway through eating, he suddenly saw his father serving food to his mother.

He was stunned for a moment, and then imitated his father with a piece of meat.

Tang Ming'an habitually picked up vegetables for his husband, and when he turned around, he saw his youngest son put a piece of meat into his bowl, he was stunned for a while, but he didn't refuse.

Then, Tang Sanfeng saw his younger brother, like a runaway wild horse, keep adding vegetables to his father's bowl.

If one didn't pay attention, the father's bowl was visibly full to the naked eye.

"Okay, let's eat."

Hearing his father's emotionless voice, Tang Sanfeng immersed himself in eating.

Brother, brother, why are you so skinny?

After dinner, Ye Qingyu went to the room to find clothes for her husband.

After taking a brief shower, Tang Mingan led his husband back to the house.

Ye Qingyu had too many things she wanted to say to her husband, but she couldn't speak when she saw the black eyes.

"Go to sleep." Ye Qingyu was a little shy when she saw that Xianggong was lying on the bed and still staring at him without blinking, and quickly reached out to cover his eyes.

His eyes suddenly turned black, Tang Mingan pulled his hand down and held it in his, "Come with me."

Before anyone could react, Tang Mingan pulled him into his arms.

"and many more……"

When Ye Qingyu came to his senses, he had already taken off his shoes, socks and coat, and was lying on the bed being hugged by his husband.

"I am back."

A deep voice suddenly sounded above her head, Ye Qingyu blinked to suppress the heat in her eyes.

The hoarse voice revealed his heart at this time, "I miss you very much, Mr. Xianggong."

Hearing Fulang's words, Tang Mingan subconsciously hugged him tightly, "I miss you too..."

Five years, thinking about it all the time.

Ever since he dreamed about their family's future, especially his little husband's miserable life, Tang Ming'an lived in fear every day.

As soon as the injury healed, he rushed back as fast as possible.

Until now, smelling the breath of his little husband, Tang Ming'an was completely at ease.

The room became quiet, Ye Qingyu heard Xianggong's breathing slowly and calmly, and knew that he had fallen asleep.

Afraid of waking him up, Ye Qingyu lay in Xianggong's arms without daring to move.

With her face pressed against his firm chest and the sound of a steady heartbeat in her ears, Ye Qingyu gradually began to feel sleepy.

When he woke up again, the afterglow of dusk shone on his face.

Ye Qingyu, who was a little uncomfortable being stabbed, frowned uncomfortably, and buried her head in Xianggong's arms sideways.

People who practice martial arts are full of yang energy.

After being hugged by her husband and sleeping all afternoon, Ye Qingyu's back was covered with a thin layer of sweat, and she felt hot all over her body.

Her back was sweaty and sticky, and Ye Qingyu gradually lost her sleepiness.

Moved carefully, the arms around his waist tightened as expected.

Ye Qingyu discovered very early on that his husband likes to sleep with him in his arms, and is particularly easy to be woken up.

In the first year when the two got married, they could wake people up by turning over in the middle of the night.

He suggested that it would be better not to hug her to sleep at night, but of course, Ye Qingyu's proposal was rejected.

What now?

Ye Qingyu reached out and plucked his eyelashes, the man just frowned, showing no signs of waking up.

Of course, it may also be too tired.

Because he was sleeping on his side, Ye Qingyu could easily see the scar on his left face when he looked up, and also on his eyelid after closing his eyes.

A raised scar stretched from the brow bone to the ear, one can imagine how dangerous the situation was.

Ye Qingyu touched the scar carefully, her eyes were full of distress.

After being stared at by fiery eyes for so long, Tang Mingan woke up no matter how soundly he slept.

Feeling the slight soft touch on the left eyelid, Tang Mingan raised his hand to hold that soft little hand, and opened his eyes.

"Are you awake? Did I wake you up?" Ye Qingyu, who was caught sneaking around, was a little shy.

"No." Tang Mingan kissed his little hand, his eyebrows and eyes slightly curved.

"Isn't it scary to look at?" Tang Ming'an asked about the scar on his left eye.

"No." Ye Qingyu shook her head, and leaned forward to kiss the scar.

It's not scary, on the contrary, looking at it makes him feel a little distressed.

"Father and mother are up! Come out for dinner!!"

Tang Silong's shout successfully broke the warm atmosphere in the room.

"That stinky boy!"