Chapter 61 This is an accident

Baby? Mom? Uh...

Lin En turned his head in surprise. At this moment, he was less than ten centimeters away from the wrinkled and old face he remembered.

Wow! How could this be an old woman?

Typical European women have narrow cheekbones, sharp chin, gentle hair ends, springy eyebrows and eyes, fair skin. Although they do not have the stunning face of Audrey Hepburn, they are considered fresh and lovely. They are intellectual and understanding young women!

The old woman and the young woman looked at it more than a world of difference, but Lin En couldn't blame her for being clumsy. Just imagine, as long as a woman of this age has a normal appearance and spirit, she would not wear such a dark tone without fancy decorations, and she was slightly hunched over. From a distance, she really matched her white goatee!

The right double eyelids are set off by a pair of beautiful dark brown eyes, but the sorrow condensed between the eyebrows is so deep that Lin En can't help but feel sympathy and pity. This is probably the legendary "I still pity you see"?

Throughout history, widows have been troubled by their doors, and young, thin and beautiful, especially those who are particularly fond of people. The strong-wedding Lynn is certainly not an exception among men, but his imagination is more emotional and material than physiological: two years after her husband died, the initial sadness may have been diluted by time, but she is still so sad, is it because of the child's ignorance, or is it because of the increasingly tense supply and this deteriorating situation?

Based on Lynn's brief understanding of European women, the young widow should not be more than thirty-five years old—perhaps only twenty-five or six years old. She only had a strand of hair on her forehead, and it seemed that the brown and brown hair should be coiled backwards.

Regarding the mother's call, the child said childishly, "No", and his hands were still holding Lin En's thighs tightly, for fear that his "dad" would disappear as soon as he let go. The widow looked at Lin En, and when her eyes were facing each other, they were a little embarrassed. She had to get up, her face was hidden under the shawl again, and her back was not completely straight when she stood and walked. In addition, the clothes were thick, and she looked a little hunched, which was also the main reason why Lin En mistakenly thought her for the "old woman".

Seeing that the child refused to let go, Lin En moved his left hand to her thigh and shouted "Kagrai". As expected, the child let go of his hand like a conditioned reflex, allowing Lin En to pick her up. He didn't mind that he was covered in mud and sweat. He quickly and naturally held his neck and murmured: "Dad...Dad..."

Before she got married, she suddenly experienced the feeling of being a father. Although Lin En knew that this was a kind of "fake happiness", she saw the relief in the old man's eyes and the red glow on the young woman's face, and suddenly felt itchy in her heart: taking them away from the place of war and living a family of four in a plain manner every day is also a choice in life?

Rational thinking quickly interrupted Lynn's imagination. It is now the main thing to escort these civilians to Konisburg as soon as possible. The child is very light and there is no big burden to hold it in his hand. He just tucked a box and carried one with his right hand, which was really inconvenient to walk. Lynn had to bend down and put them down one by one in turn. At this time, he clearly felt that the little girl was holding her neck and exerting force.

"It's okay, Kacili, don't worry!"

Although Lynn's German is poor, these simple common words can still be understood. The little girl's hands have indeed relaxed a little, and her obedient performance further inspired Lynn's compassion and loving heart.

The real owners of these two suitcases, an old man wearing a black gentleman's hat, seemed to have followed him early in the morning. Seeing that Lin En threw his suitcase to the ground without any pity, the old man stepped forward with amazing agility. He bent down to pick up the smaller but heavy suitcase, muttering something angrily.

To make the right mistake, Lin En's behavior was indeed inappropriate, so he repeatedly said "sorry" and quickly helped up another suitcase. The old man stopped complaining quietly. This guy did not mean to carry the second suitcase himself, but stood aside vigilantly, as if he was preparing to "supervise" Lin En to carry the box throughout the journey.

Lynn was too lazy to argue with the old man who looked like a wealthy mistress. He hit the ground on one knee, bit the tip of his right glove with his teeth, pulled it into his pocket, and fumbled for a moment. He took out the candy he exchanged for with a "bobosha" submachine gun and handed it to the little girl the day before.

"Wow, thank you dad!"

The little girl's crying voice turned into laughter now. After getting the candy, she did not rush to disassemble it, but went to Lin Neng's left cheek and said "Yeah". You should know that this face has not been cleaned for at least four days, and her sparse beard is very stunning, and Lin Neng himself is unwilling to reach out to touch it.

Although this small fragrant kiss could not completely clear the depression and heaviness in Lin En's heart, at least at this moment, he found a new spiritual pillar and his body and mind became much more relaxed. Put on the dirty velvet gloves again, he carried the suitcase and stood up and walked forward, and his steps were unprecedentedly light.

The old man and the woman didn't say much, and followed Lin Neng silently with their luggage. With the heavy sound of carriages and occasional groans of pain, a team of nearly a hundred people slowly moved along the winding dirt road. If they maintained this speed throughout the whole journey, it would be a day to reach Konisburg 40 kilometers away, but Lin Neng was not so optimistic. He knew that the physical fitness of the elderly, weak women and children could not be expected at all, and it would be fine to stop and stop.

God is wary of the Soviet air strikes, and at night, you have to be careful of anti-freezing, anti-slip and loss. It is inevitable to worry and fatigue along the way. It is unrealistic to want to greet many people with one person's ability. Lin En quickly made up his mind: the old man in the bookstore is kind to him, and the little girl is destined to him. Whether it is public or private, he should take good care of the family. As for the other people in the team, if you can help, you can help. If there is no way, you have to be arranged by God.

It was already past four o'clock in the afternoon when the team set off, and the winter dusk always came very early. Before the sky was dark, the temperature had dropped significantly. The little girl snuggled in Lin En's arms and fell asleep with candy in her mouth. Lin En untied her clothes almost without thinking. The coat and military uniform were very damp, which was naturally not as comfortable as the quilt. However, the temperature of the two people slowly created a small warm space. The temperature from their chest made Lin En's heart, which was originally covered in ice armor, also surged with a warm feeling.

After walking for two hours, the leading National Defense Forces sergeant finally turned around and issued the order of "rest on the spot for a quarter of an hour". This itinerary was quite relaxed compared to the experience of the previous two days. Lin En didn't feel very tired, but the civilians around him were all as if they were amnesty. They gasped and beat their backs to the side of the road to rest. Lin En turned to read the old man and the woman. Although they were not exhausted, judging from the old man's white face and the woman's staggering steps, their physical condition was not much better.

Putting down the bag, the woman walked up to hug the little girl. Lynn knew that the other party wanted to help him relieve the burden, but the little girl was sleeping soundly - this might be the first good night she had slept in many days. So he shook his head lightly at the woman, and placed his right index finger in front of his lips to make a booing move.

The woman was a little surprised, but she was not stubborn. Instead, she stood in front of Lynn and poked her head out to look at the little girl in his arms. Seeing that her daughter's face was rosy and the corners of her mouth occasionally moved, she felt relieved. She threw her right hand over her ears and moved the shawl back about an inch. This action was as natural as walking into the house from the rainy outdoors. A delicate and beautiful face and smooth forehead appeared under the faint moonlight.

She has no stunning appearance, and is clearly written on her face, without any concealment or concealment, like a lotus that has just emerged from the water, with its true colors appearing.

Over the past few days, Lynn has used all his male hormones to survive and kill. In the face of such a lonely young opposite sex, he suddenly became a little confused...
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