On the way back, Gu Mengmeng went to a fruit stall on the street and bought the specialty melons and seedless grapes that her senior brother mentioned. She also bought a pack of spiced chicken feet.
When she went back and knocked on Reporter Tan's door to bring in a copy, she saw several plasters on Reporter Tan's knees.
"Brother Tan, what are you..."
"Haha, it's okay, it's an old problem, rheumatoid."
"It must have been caused by going to the border defense at that time. I heard Sister He from your group say that you were carried back to the hospital on a stretcher by the army that year." Reporter Tan is a very dedicated person. I heard Sister He say that he
I refused to go to the hospital, so I had a falling out with someone, took a big bag of medicine and went back to the checkpoint.
Reporter Tan shook his legs and said, "Look, it's okay. It's okay..."
He and his senior brother are the same people, they both hide their pain in corners where others can't see it.
"Thank you Mengmeng. I heard that the specialties here are very famous."
"You're welcome, Brother Tan, I'll buy it for you tomorrow. I'm going back to the room, Brother Tan, you should go to bed early. We will go to the interview tomorrow." Gu Mengmeng smiled and waved to Reporter Tan and returned to her room.
I took a hot bath, a melon and a bunch of grapes, and watched TV with chicken feet.
The evening news was being shown on TV. Political dignitaries and senior officials of the Military Commission sat majestically in high seats and listened to the reports. She watched blankly for a while until the screen flashed to the international situation. Then she turned to the local station and watched the local station with relish.
of the draft.
While watching the briquette guy dancing happily, her cell phone started ringing.
"The left eyelid twitches, good things are coming. Either I will be promoted or I will get rich... The left eyelid twitches, it is a good omen..."
When Gu Mengmeng saw the number on the phone screen, her eyelids really jumped a few times.
"Oh, do you have anything to do with me?"
"Can I come to you if I need something?" Lang Ya said in a high-pitched voice.
"Oh, you came to me only when you were fine."
Langyamo.
"What are you chewing on? Can you concentrate a little more."
"paw."
"your?"
Gu Mengmengmo.
"You are in that city in northern Shaanxi."
Gu Mengmeng was alert, "What are you doing?"
The other party snorted, flipped through something unknown, and typed a few times on the keyboard, and then said: "In ** City?"
"How do you know."
"I'm a little smarter than you."
............
"What are you chewing on?! Don't make such a sound, okay?"
"melon."
"Brain?"
............
"I have a very good friend who serves in that army, his name is Cen Kaixun. If you need help, you can go to him for help, you know."
Gu Mengmengmo. I'm sorry, I've already disturbed you before you did.
"Did you hear that?"
"oh."
"Does your back still hurt?"
Gu Mengmeng did some stretching exercises and sit-ups. She replied: "A little sore."
"What were you doing just now? You're gasping for air."
"sports."
"Cough... cough cough..."
“It’s raining in Beijing and there are many colds.”
"I said you, Gu Mengmeng, don't talk like this to torture people." Langya couldn't hold back his anger. He wished that tomorrow morning would come quickly so that he could be the first to jump on the plane. This silly girl didn't know that he was about to arrive.
He went to the hinterland of the Qinling Mountains to participate in the annual long-distance training of special forces. He took Chen Yaxian and Lin Haisen to participate, but his identity was an instructor.
Gu Mengmeng yawned loudly, indicating that she was sleepy.
"Mengmeng, are you 27 years old this year?"
"Oh..." She will be 27 years old in two months.
"I understand, you can go to sleep. See you tomorrow!"
Gu Mengmeng's eyelids began to tremble. She hung up the phone with a cry and lay down on the comfortable bed. The uneasiness and depression from before followed the call to Java. She unconsciously curled up the corners of her lips and clicked.