Gao Yuan did not feel relieved after sending away the resentful Uncle Xiaoxue, but his mood became even heavier.
Unexpectedly, Captain Gong’s only younger brother is more than just years apart from him.
Gao Yuan felt deeply uneasy and worried about Xiaoxue's future. She was only staying in southern Xinjiang for a short time and would eventually return to Mobei. If she just lived with her grandfather, he would not feel so worried.
But according to Gong Mingjun's intention, he wanted to transfer back to the branch in Mobei to take care of his old father. His wife would definitely come to live there. In that case, the Gong family would become two families in the real sense.
What about Xiaoxue?
Will the stubborn and sensitive Xiaoxue take the initiative to bow her head and live in harmony with her second uncle's family who left her in southern Xinjiang?
He didn't dare to think about it deeply, because every slight possibility would make his heart feel as uncomfortable as being roasted on a fire rack.
When Xiaoxue came back from the funeral home, she seemed to be a changed person. She hid in her single ward and could not be called out by anyone.
Gao Yuan went to see her in the middle. The door was open, but she remained calm and indifferent as at the memorial service, rarely speaking. Gao Yuan did not persuade her too much like others, because he knew that Xiaoxue was by no means what everyone saw.
That girl who has no regard for family affection and is heartless and cruel.
Gao Yuan is sexually sensitive and extremely smart. He was vaguely aware of the strangeness in Xiaoxue's emotions and found that she was different from before. He had not yet seen the specific problem. However, he was confident that
Before Xiaoxue leaves southern Xinjiang, she must find the optimistic and strong Xiaoxue back.
Only by achieving that level, his girl will suffer less in the future.
He took the insulated lunch box, asked for leave from his responsible nurse, and then walked towards Xiaoxue's ward floor. His injuries were not a big problem as long as he controlled the fever and did not have a fever, but he was almost destroyed.
My face, the doctor said, there may be scars in the future.
His silhouette was reflected on the wall of the elevator room. Gao Yuan stared at the figure inside and frowned when he saw the red marks left behind after the blood scab fell off his face.
In fact, for a soldier with such a calm temperament and full of masculinity, he has a few scars on his face, which only highlights his charm. But Gao Yuan has always been reluctant to see Xiaoxue with such a terrifying appearance. Every time, from her focused eyes,
He could feel a touch of sadness.
Gao Yuan, who had no need for sympathy from others since he entered junior high school, felt particularly uncomfortable receiving the pity and care from Xiao Xue.
He smiled self-deprecatingly and followed the flow of people out of the elevator.
Unexpectedly, he would meet political commissar He Hongqiao in the corridor. He and Xiaoxue lived on the same floor. He might have found the ward depressing, so he slipped outside to smoke while the male nurse was napping.
Seeing Gao Yuan appear with a thermos bucket, He Hongqiao suddenly felt his breathing became easier.
Boy, you're not bad, you even know how to bring me supper.
He turned the wheelchair, stretched his stiff neck, and waved his hands toward the plateau, "Come here! Keep your voice down..."
At the memorial service in the morning, he also sneaked out because he was afraid that he would not be able to get to the funeral home, so he dragged Captain Gong's brother who was in trouble with him. After he came back, he was educated for a while by the attending doctor in front of the nurses.
As a political commissar doing ideological education work, his face was so red that he had no place to rest.
Gao Yuan put the lunch box on Political Commissar He's lap, took the wheelchair and pushed him towards the sparsely populated stairwell.
He Hongqiao opened his mouth and laughed silently.
He who knows me is on a plateau.
You bastard, you are so discerning. It’s not in vain that I love you so much...
Just as he was about to open the lid of the thermos bucket to see what delicious food was inside, he said, "This is not for the political commissar." He Hongqiao's hand was held down by a big hand that suddenly stretched out in front of him.
He Hongqiao was stunned, and then glanced at the bloody face on the plateau above his head, "Then who are you giving it to? I can't eat enough." He felt heavy all day and couldn't eat, and he has survived until now.
At this point, my stomach was already growling.
Gao Yuan stopped, immediately grabbed the thermos bucket with his left hand, and then performed a beautiful spin kick with his right foot. The heavy wheelchair quickly passed through the stairwell door, swirled in the open space inside, and stopped steadily.
"This is for Xiaoxue." Gao Yuan placed the thermos bucket on the stairs, then stretched out his hand towards He Hongqiao, acting rogue: "Here's one."
He Hongqiao was stunned for a moment, then took out a cigarette from the cigarette case and threw it to Gao Yuan.
While lighting a cigarette with a lighter, he asked: "Xiaoxue still refuses to eat?"
Gao Yuan nodded, took the lighter thrown by the political commissar, put the cigarette butt in his mouth, leaned close to the blue flame, and took a few puffs.
"Huh---------" The two of them almost let out a sigh of contentment at the same time.
People like them have a morbid obsession with cigarettes. Apart from the cigarettes that follow them and help them get rid of their loneliness, all other material enjoyments are fleeting, including the life that everyone cherishes.
in this way.
Soldiers are all different.
However, this special group of soldiers in southern Xinjiang never dared to expect that next year, they would still be able to laugh and talk to each other and drink and have fun like this.
Of course, when I don’t have wine, I just smoke and talk.
Joy, in fact, is not joy, they are more like confiding their unknown thoughts to the curling smoke.
He Hongqiao sighed and said, "Xiaoxue is so pitiful."
Gao Yuan's eyelids moved, and his smoking movements became a little faster.
"I see that Uncle Xiaoxue is quite kind, but I didn't expect that he would abandon Xiaoxue for the pension!" He Hongqiao heard from Team Qin that Gong Mingjun was making trouble to return to Mobei. The upright man was angry.
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"It's okay to leave. At least Captain Gong and sister-in-law can be buried peacefully." Gao Yuan took the last puff, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, and stamped it out.
"Alas..." He Hongqiao sighed deeply, "I always feel that Captain Gong and the others haven't left yet. Before the crackdown, Captain Gong came to me happily and said that after the task was completed, he would serve wine
A former instructor changed his career, but..."
The acrid smoke got into He Hongqiao's eyes. He rubbed them hard twice, but his vision became increasingly blurry.
Gao Yuan was silent. He hated it. He wished he could turn back the time that had passed. In that case, even if he risked his life, tragedy would not happen again.
The psychological endurance of the political commissars of the special brigade is still a level higher than that of ordinary political commissars.
He Hongqiao's way to adjust his emotions is to talk about topics that have nothing to do with reality.
Somehow, the scene he accidentally saw when the car accident occurred suddenly flashed into He Hongqiao's mind.
It’s such a shocking picture, it’s a bit unbelievable when I think about it now.
"Gao Yuan, how resilient can a weak little girl be when faced with emergencies?" Afraid that Gao Yuan wouldn't understand, he added another explanation: "For example, the car accident that day."