A little sweet through the fragrant

The two places are far away, and communication is troublesome.

Lu Ying didn't receive the letter from Fucheng until late October.

At the beginning of November, I had time to take it apart and look at it.

At the end of the year, there was a lot of friction at the border. Just like thieves everywhere, they wanted to have a good year, but if they didn't have one, they went to grab it.

When you arrive in Huaicheng, if you really come to grab it, you will see blood.

Fighting during the day, defending at night, a surprise attack from time to time, endless.

Be busy regardless of the season, let alone the solar terms.

When he is free, he also straightens his back, not lazy.His temperament is a bit more restrained than before.

The indomitable spirit has been sharpened and has not been diminished, but quietly precipitated, wrapped in a layer of hidden front sheath.

He didn't open many of the fresh scripts sent from Fucheng, and he kept them on the desk for fear of getting damp, so he asked someone to send them to General Huaicheng's residence.

His father has a mansion in Huaicheng, and the father and son are not open all year round.

Only this year, Lu Ying has never been back home, and has never been free.

Books are still taken out separately, I don’t know if I have time to read them at the end of the year.

He stared at the armor style drawing that Yuncheng drew for him for a while.

The focus is no longer as good as it used to be, but it also starts to pay attention to flexibility, protection, and functionality.

After thinking about it for a while, I left it out and made it later, so I can wear it for his mother to see.

This kind of beautiful armor has weak bloody aura.

The content of the letter is the same as always, it is homely.

It is more comfortable to communicate with people in Fucheng than with people in Kyoto.

Because they can't hide their impatience and worry throughout the article, and they have to tell how much they miss, worry about their safety, and urge him to return to Beijing.

Knowing that he cared about him, he could only comfort him over and over again when he wrote back.

Each communication takes several months, comfort several times a year, nothing else to say.

Last time his mother wrote a letter, saying that he talked less and didn't miss home.

Lu Ying carefully looked at what Yun Cheng wrote, and felt that it was all right, so she put the envelope back as it was, and wrote a very personal letter to his mother.

"Look at how your cousin writes, learn from it."

The deposit letter was the last to be opened, and there were quite a lot of children's letters, so it was half a box full.

Lu Ying raised her eyebrows, thinking that Cunyin had always written about it, and said that he thought people were stingy before.

After opening the topmost newly written letter, he couldn't help laughing.

The tone of the paper is full of blame, it seems that it is not written every day.

I have to talk about him the other way around, and don’t write if he doesn’t have time to write.

Lu Ying thought about it for a while, and felt that these trivial thoughts about saving money were much more beautiful than the storybook.

It is relatively short and trivial, with a breath of life, suitable for reading in leisure time, and washing away the restlessness in the heart.

In the future, I still have to take the time to write something casually to catch children.

As for the later matter of admitting to be a relative, forget it.

It's not necessary to make excuses for being nice to individuals.

And the gift of saving money is already something that Lu Ying can't use.

Or that cotton doll, he has never played with it seriously.

He doesn't like this kind of soft little thing, not hard.

But the doll was brought here, in the General's Mansion.

Lu Ying put down the letter, picked up those baby clothes and looked at them.

Since he was a child, he was well-clothed and well-fed, and he knew how to embroider and had eyesight.

Compared with the past, depositing silver has indeed improved a lot.

Counting the time, he either has talent in this area or is willing to work hard, otherwise it will be difficult to improve so much.

The small armor is also sewn very well, it is tight but not stiff, and it fits the doll's body shape, making it look cute.

The first sentence of Lu Ying's letter was to boast.

Children love to listen. After boasting, they put the candle under the candlestick. They didn't continue to write. They turned off the lights and went to sleep.

After that, I took the time to read a few pages of "letters" every day.

Lu Ying was in a very weird mood. He hadn't touched the diary yet, so he used the form of a diary to save money, and pretended that someone was reading the letter. He wrote very unobtrusively, just like talking face-to-face with someone.

In Lu Ying's eyes, there was a gap in information, as if Cunyin kept writing letters to him every day.

This is really weird.

His mother didn't write to him every day.

Lu Ying took out the original letter again.

Looking at Cunyin's condemnation again, I felt a little bit of meaning.

Do you think it's unfair?

But there is really nothing to write about, and there are many things that cannot be written about in the camp.

Until see June 29th.

Lu Ying lowered her eyes and counted the days.

On June 29, Depository should have not received the pony yet.

If he was of the same age, he should have laughed at his petty temper.

A child, and a little brother again, forget it.

Today, I still haven't had time to finish reading the rest of the thoughts. Before going to bed, Lu Ying took the paper under the candlestick and wrote down the day along the lines in the back.

The eighth day of November.

It's snowing heavily today, my father invited me back to the house to drink wine.

I didn't go and fined me to sweep the snow for a day.

Others do not.

Letters could not be delivered to Fucheng years ago, Lu Ying was not in a hurry to deliver them, and tried to record small daily routines in this simple way, and it felt pretty good.

There is cooking smoke in the camp, and when patrolling in rotation, a few brothers can gather together to chat and play.

Some people make beautiful snowmen, and some people do ice sculptures well.

He could write these trivial words that had nothing to do with the war, and wrote for two or three days in a row. He found that he was just living another life here.

Don't be envious of the worldly fireworks elsewhere, he also has them here.

In the next two days, I had no time and asked someone to make a set of embroidery needles.

Add some other metal into it, sharper than iron needles, not easy to break and not easy to rust.

The hole at the end of the needle is specially enlarged for easy threading.

Children are ambitious, and it is more practical to give them tools that are handy, and they should be encouraged.

The craftsman heard that it was used for embroidery, and he was disappointed that it was not a hidden weapon to hurt people.

"Then you have to get a pair of good scissors and a ruler, and two thimbles for finger guards. Let's make a complete set."

Lu Ying is rich and powerful, and nodded along, "Yes."

artisan:"……"

Counting the days, the letters delivered after the year will be in February.

In time for Xiao Yuanyuan's birthday, before Lu Ying sent the letter, she took the time to go back to the General's Mansion, and went to the storeroom to pick out a few things suitable for the little girl.

The people of Huaicheng are tough, and the girls and boys here are not easy to mess with. They can get on horses if they can, and they can beat ordinary men to the ground with sticks if they can't.

Lu Ying came out to find Cheng Huilan, and went south several times, which touched him deeply. In Yuanyuan's body, he is not like other elders.

When you are a lady of everyone, you still have a hard fist.

These few gifts that he thought were suitable for little girls were frequently shaken by his father.

"I think you might as well give me two pieces of fur, you can sew a doll without wearing it, this thing is not good."

Lu Ying just picked up the wool, "Then you pick a few more, and they will be delivered in February, just in time for Yuanyuan's birthday."

What was added was indeed fur.

Very simple and rude, there are three in the family.

General Lu didn't have much contact with Yuncheng and the others. It had been two years since we last met, and he almost forgot to save money.

After Lu Ying checked it, the dignitary brought over two more yuan and posted a small note to mark it.

Before sending, there is nothing to add.

He thought for a while, and added a sentence, "What's the point of making clothes for dolls, you have the ability to do it for me."

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