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

The leaves outside the house were rustling by the wind, and the overcast sky was dark, indicating that a storm was coming.

It was overcast and cloudy all day, and there was no sign of rain until evening.

Xylophone, who was sitting in front of the window, raised her head slightly, looked at the sky outside the window, and suddenly said: "Qin'er, do you feel that what happened today seems familiar?"

Before his son could speak, Muqinyi continued: "...the day two years ago seemed to be as dark as today."

Hearing Father Mu's words, Fu Siqin understood after a little thought, and his complexion suddenly sank.

A lot of things happened in the past year, and Fu Siqin also found out some truths secretly. The most important thing is that he received a letter from Hei Yi not long ago.

Today, two years ago, was the day when his father was seriously injured by an arrow, and it was also the origin of all the changes.

"Father Mu..." Fu Siqin walked up to Father Mu and squatted down, putting his hands on his knees.

The 11-year-old Fu Siqin has practiced martial arts all year round and has begun to show his youthful physique.

There are many things in the past year that it is not appropriate for Mu's father to know, and Fu Siqin is responsible for it alone.

Today's Fu Siqin is no longer that shy kid with a smile on his face.

The father is no longer the support of the father and son, Fu Siqin can only use his not generous body to support the mother's father.

As soon as Xylophone stroked his son's hair, there was some nostalgia in his eyes.

His son looks more and more like his husband when he was young, not only in appearance, but also in character and behavior.

During this year, xylophone did not know what his son did.

Although I don't know why the shadow guard left by my husband is still with him now, but this is indeed a guarantee for the stability of the lives of their father and son.

Thinking of his husband, xylophone feels sad and can't help but sigh "Qin'er..."

"What's wrong, Father Mu?" Fu Siqin raised his head and said softly with Father Mu's sigh in his ear.

"Stay true to your heart..." Don't be like your father.

The sudden loud thunder covered the second half of the xylophone's words.

The originally dark sky was pierced by dazzling thunder and lightning, and the momentary daylight between the sky and the earth made people feel even more frightened.

Hearing the baby's cry vaguely, Fu Siqin's eyes were slightly cold.

The baby who was frightened and cried by the thunder was exactly the three-month-old child of his father's concubine Hong Ying.

In addition, Fu Yuting's married wife, Princess Anyang, is now five months pregnant.

The rain was pouring down, and the thunder was bursting. Xylophone was worried that his son would return to the bamboo courtyard so late.

It just so happened that Mu's father seemed very preoccupied today, and Fu Siqin was also a little worried, so he stayed in the side room to rest.

The thunder sounded very frequently tonight, making it difficult to fall asleep, and Xylophone One woke up countless times.

Waking up again from a light sleep by the sound of thunder, the eyelashes of the person lying on the bed trembled slightly, and they frowned and opened their eyelids. There seemed to be a dark shadow in the misty vision.

Xylophone, who was a little slow to react, closed her eyes, and when she was about to fall asleep, her heart jumped suddenly, and she woke up completely from the daze.

Seeing a black shadow coming out of the room, the xylophone panted silently, and the sound of a fast-paced heartbeat kept ringing in her ears.

Who is that?

When did that man come in? !

Xylophone didn't dare to look at the motionless black figure standing by the window, and didn't dare to make a sound.

His son slept in the side room, and he couldn't put his son in danger.

He didn't have time to think about why Wu Yi and the others didn't notice the existence of the shadow.

Because when he couldn't help but opened his eyes to look at the past, he saw the owner of the black shadow slowly walking towards him.

Xylophone One wanted to close his eyes, but he couldn't because of his panic.

Watching the black shadow slowly approaching the bed, at this moment, a thunder rang out, lighting up the room for a moment.

Xylophone was so frightened that her body trembled and she covered her mouth with the quilt.

The black shadow stopped in front of the bed, and the bed curtain was slowly pulled apart without a moment's pause.

Xylophone often wakes up in the middle of the night, and he is a little afraid of the dark, so the maid used to leave a light in the room.

Eyes that were used to the darkness, saw the true face of the black shadow for the first time after the bed curtain was pulled back.

However, after seeing that familiar face, Xylophone subconsciously held her breath and stared at him blankly.

The rapid heartbeat was deafening in this moment of silence.

"Scared you?" The deep voice sounded, and there was a hint of apology and a trace of annoyance in the voice.

Lying on the bed, Xylophone stared wide-eyed, clutching the quilt with trembling hands to cover her mouth, the look of horror in her eyes could not be ignored.

At first glance, he was quite frightened.

However, with the familiar voice, familiar tone, and the familiar eyes when looking at him, Xylophone's eye sockets gradually turned red and sour.

"Is this a dream?" The little husband lying on the bed looked at him blankly and murmured.

Tears rolled down the corners of his eyes and into his hair.

"This must be a dream..." Xylophone choked up, stretching out her hand uncontrollably to hold that generous palm.

"Only in a dream, my husband would look at me like this." She looked at him with eyes full of love and only focused on him.

and……

Hot tears rolled down her hair continuously, and the vision in front of xylophone became blurred.

Moreover, his husband's hands are not as cold as normal people's temperature, this must be in a dream.

"Aqin, don't cry..." Fu Yuting sat on the edge of the bed and bent over, wiping away his tears with his hand.

"Husband, I miss you so much..."

Xylophone tightly held the big hand caressing his cheek with one or two hands, and said cautiously with a choked voice, "You...can you hug me?"

Hearing his words, Fu Yuting felt his heart aching, and his eyes almost uncontrollably turned back to scarlet.

"Sorry, it's my husband who came late." Fu Yuting swallowed the soreness in his heart, bent down and hugged him.

Stretching out her arms to wrap around his neck, feeling the big hands on the back of his neck and back, Xylophone smiled contentedly with tears in her eyelashes, "It's not too late...it's not too late at all."

Tightly hugging the man lying on him, the xylophone couldn't help rubbing against his neck, and his nostrils were full of his husband's breath.

Except that the hot chest became cold, everything else remained the same, and Xylophone couldn't help but indulge in it.

The two remained motionless for a long time, but Fu Yuting didn't feel anything, except that he was a little worried about his little husband.

"Aqin, it's time for you to sleep." Fu Yuting said softly.

Hearing his words, the xylophone's arm around his neck subconsciously tightened, "I'm not sleepy yet..."

He didn't want to sleep at all, although he knew that this dream couldn't last long, but Xylophone didn't want it to end so soon.

After tonight, he didn't know when he would dream of his husband again.

"Sleep well, my husband promises you that when you wake up tomorrow, I will be the first person you see." The slightly deep voice gently comforted the restless heart of the little husband.

"...Okay, then my husband will sleep with me." Xylophone was silent for a long time before speaking.

"Okay, I'll be with you."

Saying that, Fu Yuting took off his shoes and socks, and lay down on his side.

As soon as he lay down, xylophone couldn't wait to roll into his arms, but was shivering from the freezing temperature.

Even so, he still hugged her husband's waist tightly, clinging to him tightly without revealing a gap.

Fu Yuting naturally noticed his trembling slightly.

Not long after, xylophone one suddenly felt that the generous chest in his arms had turned into the familiar hotness.

"It's so warm..." Xylophone whispered, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

There was still a violent storm outside the house, accompanied by lightning and thunder.

But the little husband on the bed will not be awakened again.

Surrounded by a warm and familiar atmosphere, he was already protected by someone.

The person in his arms fell asleep, but Fu Yuting who was holding him did not feel sleepy at all.

Sometimes the little husband in his arms would wake up suddenly, struggling to open his eyes, and at this time Fu Yuting would pat him on the back to lull him to sleep.

The thunder outside the house did not know when it stopped, and the downpour turned into a drizzle.

The surroundings gradually quieted down, except for the sound of the drizzle hitting the leaves outside the house, for a while, there was only the sound of shallow breathing in the house.

Suddenly, with a 'squeak', the door was carefully pushed open.

Fu Yuting turned his head and saw his son, whom he hadn't seen for five years, standing at the door, looking at him in astonishment.

Fu Yuting left Beijing when his son was five years old, and he never saw his son again until his death.

For five years, I could only rely on the letters I exchanged with my husband, imagining what my son would look like when he grew up.

Fu Yuting, who was a teenager in his previous life, struggled in the apocalypse for decades in order to survive.

Until he reincarnated into a newborn baby without drinking Mengpo soup.

To have a new life again, Fu Yuting only wants to live an ordinary and stable life.

It's just that things are unpredictable, his mother died when he was six years old, his father didn't like him, and his father married his mother's concubine sister not long after.

It can be said that he is struggling in Fufu.

Of course, Fu Yuting is not an ordinary child, he can solve these problems completely.

What really made him determined to go back to the path of his previous life was because of Xylophone One.

After his son was born, Fu Yuting handed over his military power and found a job in the court.

If those tribes hadn't repeatedly invaded, he could have stayed with Fulang and the child.

Fu Yuting looked at his son who looked like a teenager, his brows were firm and firm, his eyes were cold and hard, and he no longer had the softness and love to laugh as Xiaotuanzi.

The passing time cannot be returned, but fortunately, there is still time for everything.

When Fu Yuting looked at him, Fu Siqin was also staring closely at his father.

It is said that the fetters of blood cannot deceive people.

When he saw this man for the first time, Fu Siqin had no doubts that this man who looked similar to his father was his real father.

Seeing the love and guilt in his eyes when he looked at him.

Fu Siqin, who had always thought that his heart was invulnerable, had a lump in his throat, and endless grievances slowly came out of his heart.

"Father……"

The crying voice was so soft that it could be blown away by the wind, but Fu Yuting could hear it clearly.

With a face similar to his, with red eyes, it was both pitiful and funny.