Chapter 337 Tyrannical Warlord 45
"Okay." Lin Chunhuan's tone was very calm, and no emotion could be heard, "Let's take grandma home."
She didn't know what she should do. , and I don’t know what I can do.
The old lady's head was punched through. Lin Chunhuan was watching the people around her busy, her hands and feet were so stiff that she couldn't move, even though she had always known that war was always cruel.
How can people who have never experienced it empathize with it?
When the coffin was carried back to the Chu family villa, the mourning hall had already been decorated, and the preparations could not be completed in a short time.
Wang Ma held Xiao Ming'an in her arms and stood quietly by the mourning hall, watching the coffin being carried in. "Old sister."
"Old slave, I have served you all my life, and now you are gone. , let me call you this, be bold for once." Mother Wang's tears were falling, but she had a smile on her face.
"Today, when you were about to go out, I actually felt that the layout here was all what you liked during your lifetime. If my old sister can come back and take a look, she can give me a dream. Tell me if you like it."
While Wang Ma was speaking, Xiao Ming'an, who was sleeping well in her arms, suddenly started crying and no one could calm him down.
"Wang Ma, give me the child." Lin Chunhuan took a deep breath.
In just one day, Qin Song and the old lady passed away one after another. Lin Chunhuan felt as if a piece of his heart had been dug out alive. It didn't hurt.
It’s so empty that it’s scary.
But she also knew that Chu Shaoting would not be back for a while, and Chu Xi also had her own things to do. They were saving the city and the country.
So she cannot fall down and must hold the Chu family up.
Wang Ma responded, looking at Xiao Ming'an and Lin Chunhuan with gentle eyes, "The young mistress and the young master are both good. With you here, my old sister can go away with peace of mind."
"Wang Ma, you Don't worry, I won't let grandma down."
When he spoke again, Lin Chunhuan realized that his voice was hoarse, and Ming'an's crying had not stopped, "Now that the young commander is not here, there is turmoil outside, and we are all in trouble. You have to hold on."
"Wang Ma, go tell the people below, grandma...Wang Ma?"
Halfway through the words, Lin Chunhuan realized that Wang Ma was not in good condition. Yes, a little nervously, he freed up a hand and gently tugged on her sleeve, "Wang, what's wrong with you?"
"If you feel uncomfortable, you can go and rest first. I'm here."
But in response, Wang Ma just shook her head, "Young lady, I'm fine. I'll go and notify everyone."
< br>"Okay."
Although she was a little surprised by Wang Ma's state, Lin Chunhuan only thought that she was overly sad. After all, with Chu Xi's current situation, she probably didn't have the time or mood to instruct Wang Ma to do something. What, "Young Marshal...don't go there first, don't distract him."
"Okay."
Wang Ma nodded in agreement, turned around and walked out of the villa, while Lin Chunhuan kept taking deep breaths and calling one by one to report the funeral. Originally, she and the old lady were planning to collect medicines from wealthy businessmen in all the magic cities at Xiao Ming'an's 100-day banquet. , gauze and other things.
No matter how powerful the Chu family is, it is impossible for them to support the entire front line by themselves, but they are in an economic center like the Magic City.
Although those businessmen respect the Chu family, most of them are afraid of only the black pipes in the hands of the Chu family. When it comes to their ability to make money and the means of acquiring materials, the Chu family is worse than the Jiao family. It's even a long way from the Lin family of the past!
The Hundred Days Banquet cannot be held now, but something must be done.
There is no better time than to express condolences to the old lady!
"Ah!"
Lin Chunhuan was still on the phone, thinking about how to get the things out of the hands of the businessmen, when he turned around and heard a harsh scream. Ming An in his arms cried louder.
Lin Chunhuan's breath was stagnant, and she quickly handed the child over to the servant. The moment she walked out of the villa door, Wang Ma's bloody body lay in front of her.
Blood flowed all over the floor, spreading to her feet bit by bit, staining the soles of her shoes red.
"Why?" Lin Chunhuan's limbs became weak for a moment, almost making him unable to stand. The adjutant who rushed over held him up with one hand, "Who can tell me why?"
"Wang Ma's son and grandson, They are all in the young marshal's barracks. When we went out with the old lady in the morning, there was a bombing near the bridge, and everyone was dead."
The adjutant, the eight-foot man, had red eyes as he spoke, "Shi. I just found out that the young marshal personally asked someone to come back to pay his respects.”
Fuck love during the Republic of China.
Who on earth wants to live in such an era!
"Young Mistress, now that Wang Ma is gone, you can't hold on to the situation alone. We must notify the young marshal to come back." When he didn't get a response, the adjutant was silent for a moment, "At least, we should let the second aunt come back."
"Two fists can't beat four hands. You are alone, and you will inevitably be negligent."
"The war is tense now, and even the young commander may die at any time. By that time, the Chu family It’s just a big fat piece of meat, everyone wants to take a bite, it’s definitely not enough for you alone.”
Lin Chunhuan remained silent.
After a while, he raised his hand and signaled for someone to collect the body from Wang Ma.
The newly purchased coffin was parked next to the old lady.
The two old men have supported each other for half their lives. Now that they are gone, they can still take care of each other. Lin Chunhuan did not respond to the adjutant's words.
Of course, no one asked Chu Xi to go back to the Chu family. He just asked him, "Is there anyone else in Wang Ma's family?"
"There is also a great-granddaughter who is only seventy or eight years old. Years old, he was supported in his studies by the old lady." The adjutant frowned, but still responded calmly: "In this situation, the schools have been suspended. A few days ago, the old lady asked Ma Wang to bring him to the villa and live there temporarily. Human room."
"Do you want to see her?"
"No need." Lin Chunhuan lowered her eyes. She didn't know how desperate Wang Ma was that she couldn't even take care of her young great-granddaughter. "Since she is in the Chu family, let someone take good care of her."
“If I have something to eat in this house, don’t starve her.”
The adjutant nodded in agreement, hesitatingly mentioning calling Chu Xi back again.
This time he mentioned it again, Lin Chunhuan's eyes turned cold, and he slowly took two steps back, "Don't you know, the young marshal, that if he is killed in battle, the Chu family will be in crisis?"< br>
“Of course the young marshal knows.” The adjutant’s brows furrowed even more tightly, “What does the young lady mean by this?”
"It's not interesting. I just want to ask you. Since the young marshal knew this, why didn't he choose to come back and guard the Chu family? Instead, he guarded the broken bridge!"
The adjutant took two deep breaths, "Young Marshal" Shuai is a soldier, of course he..."
Before he finished speaking, the adjutant suddenly froze and looked at Lin Chunhuan in astonishment. Finally, he closed his mouth, turned around silently, and did what he should do.
The next chapter was blocked again