Major General’s Smart and Gorgeous Wife

The news also comes with the introduction of Yunting's life events, of course, many things cannot be written, some are just very obscure. Just a rough description of the life of such a young Major General.

Looking at familiar names, familiar photographs, the trees all feel a little like seclusion.

Are they talking about Yunting, her husband? You're not alone, are you?

The trees turned off their phones without a heart and lay quietly in bed.

This bed still has a hint of cloudiness, but it just keeps fading away.

“Cloud Ting, when are you coming back? You're gonna be okay.” The trees closed their eyes and slept quietly.

No one can make her change what she thinks.

No matter what the news says about smallpox, she knows Yunting isn't dead, so she's not dead!

The trees didn't lie in bed for long, and by dinner, they went out to eat like normal people.

Qiao Hui made a table dish for four people: Lin Wood, Qiao Hui, Ohai Jun and Professor Lin.

Halfway through the meal, Joe Hui's tears fell and he couldn't help but turn around and run into the house, afraid of affecting the mood of the trees.

The trees are stunned. Eat this meal and cry. Why?

Then the trees looked up and saw the news broadcast on TV, bringing up the Martyrs of the Clouds. She'll see.

Wood got up and went to Joe Hui's house to comfort her.

“Mom, don't worry, Yun Ting isn't dead.” Wood handed Joe Hui two tissues.

“Yeah, he's fine, he's just... my poor kid.” Joe Hui still couldn't help but cry down and hug the trees.

Lin Wood let her hold him and said to Joe Hui again: “I love Yunting, too. I would be very sad if he died.

But he's not dead!

They say they want to see people alive, they want to see bodies, they don't even see bodies. How can you judge a person's life and death based on a statement in the news?

I'm a Taoist, and I can sense things that ordinary people can't see.

Mom, will you trust me once? ”

After listening to what the trees were saying, Joe Hui finally received tears and stared at the trees without looking at them:

“Good boy, Mom's fine. Mom trusts you. ”

“Well, let's go eat. They're all in a hurry. ”

Joe Hui didn't really believe much, but he didn't want to let the trees fall into pain and despair like her. He was strong in spirit, and when no one was there late at night, he hid himself in the house to cry.

The trees are big hearts, it's time to eat and sleep.

Without Yunting at home, she held her soft white dog bag. The bags were very understanding, knowing that the trees were injured, not in a good mood, and did not noise or make noise.

By the first morning of the next day, the trees had a regular life and went to school dressed and packed.

It's April, and Yanjing University's campus is also full of flowers, spreading Bubble Spring.

Saffron and green grass. It was accompanied by scholars on the lawn who read and read. The whole campus is full of life.

Such vibrancy makes the trees feel and feel better and better.

When we got to school, the trees went to class as usual.

Just in the classroom, there's something wrong with the vibe.

Their morning classes were small classes in religious faculties. The whole class saw the trees, their eyes were particularly strange, sympathetic and exploratory, but no one dared to speak to the trees.