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Chapter Thirty-Eight Little Love

The afterglow of the setting sun renders the Warcraft Forest, covering the tall canopy with a gorgeous sunset. Xuanyuan Yan and a few team mates set up camp at the bottom of an open hillside. Today was already the tenth day of Xuanyuan Yan's mercenary mission, and before, spending just ten days was almost the same for him as spending a day or an hour. But in these ten days, when Xuanyuan Yan watched Apollo (the sun) rise, he would think of the person who prepared breakfast in the morning sun, and the way Lin Muran made breakfast in the kitchen would always make people peaceful and warm; When Apollo landed slowly, the golden robe draped over the figure who was still busy in the kitchen, and he always guessed what kind of surprise he would bring to him today! And on weekdays, when I don't want to be bored, or I don't want to practice magic, I always go to the Chinese medicine hall to see the person who seriously helps people to see people. Maybe even Lin Muran himself didn't notice that whenever he focused on doing something, the corner of Lin Muran's mouth evoked a faint smile.

As night fell, Xuanyuan Yan and a few companions had dinner on the raised fire. Watching the partners joking with each other and the lively scene, Xuanyuan Yan felt even more deeply lonely. It was late at night, only the roar of insects and the roar of beasts from afar, Xuanyuan Yan knew that he should rest, in this dangerous Warcraft forest, he should cherish every minute of rest and keep himself in the best condition. But the figure of that person kept coming to mind, so that he couldn't sleep. Finally, vaguely, with a deep longing, thinking of returning to the "home" that has him, Xuanyuan Yan fell asleep.

In the early morning, Apollo broke through the thick clouds and appeared a bright smiling face in the sky. Xuanyuan Yan woke up, looked in the direction of Salalai City, and entered a brief daze again.

"Yan." Fran Sith shouted Xuanyuan Yan in a daze.

"Fran, have you missed your wife?" Xuanyuan Yan did not answer Fran Sith, but asked lightly, perhaps due to the influence of this forest mist, Xuanyuan Yan's voice was a little ethereal.

"All the time." Fran Sith's voice became gentle, and he looked up in one direction, where was his gentle and kind wife, and his lovely child. Fran Sith did not get Xuanyuan Yan's words, but seemed to have finally found the object of confiding, and began to say it himself: "Agatha is a gentle woman, not very beautiful, and there are a few freckles next to her nose, but when she laughs, I think Agatha is more beautiful than the most beautiful flower." She was always busy at home, and every time I got home, she prepared a lot of food that I liked to eat. And my little Bailey, by God, he must be the angel God gave me and Agatha. He was never noisy, and every time I heard him call me 'Daddy,' my heart turned to water.

"You're happy, Fran." Listening to Fran Sith's narration, Xuanyuan Yan sketched a picture in his mind. Early in the morning, he practiced magic, and when he arrived in the living room, Lin Muran had already prepared a cup of warm water for him, because Lin Muran said that drinking some warm water first in the morning was good for his body. Then seeing that his family arrived in the living room, Lin Muran would go to prepare breakfast and bring it to the dining table, and he would take the initiative to go to the dining room without him calling him to eat. Then, the little bean sprout, who asked about the aroma of food, would wake up and walk its two little white roots from the second floor to the restaurant. Every time the little bean sprouts see themselves, they are always happy and will stick out their stems and wave at themselves as if to say hello. If Little Bean Sprouts can speak, is it also shouting "Daddy, Daddy" at himself?

"Yan, you have also found the person who makes you want a home!" Although it was a question, Fran Sith said in an affirmative tone.

"He's a man, a brilliant man! He loves to make food, and the food is special and delicious. He even loves flowers, he plants some in his backyard and takes time out to take care of them. His heart was soft, and he treated everyone kindly, even slaves. He once said that he enjoys every process of life and that he respects every life. Maybe because that's the case, it's easy to be with him. Xuanyuan Yan seemed to be answering Fran Sith's question, and seemed to be talking to himself.