Knife wounds, burns, and gunshot wounds are all over the back. There is also the scar that runs through the entire back from the fight with 800 dead soldiers from the seven border countries a few months ago...
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Song Qingge's eye circles turned red.
Hearing the sudden lack of movement, Su Changfeng turned around and asked curiously: "Qing Ge, what are you thinking about?"
"Huh? Why are the circles under your eyes red?" He noticed something strange about Song Qingge.
"Don't move!"
"Turn around!" Song Qingge suddenly said with red eyes.
"...What are you going to do?" Su Changfeng was confused, but he still turned his body. Song Qingge walked over and hugged Su Changfeng.
Then, he raised his white hands and gently touched his scars...
"These scars... hurt a lot, right?" Song Qingge covered her mouth and choked with tears.
Su Changfeng felt warm in his heart and smiled: "It doesn't hurt, just like being bitten by a mosquito."
Song Qingge snorted: "Only a ghost can believe it. Doesn't this scar also hurt?"
She stroked the new wound and burst into tears: "Changfeng, what have you experienced in the past six years? I look at these scars on your body and it makes me feel really uncomfortable and distressed..."
As she said that, she lay on Su Changfeng's back and cried loudly.
Su Changfeng said softly: "Silly girl, there is nothing to cry about. I was only slightly injured, but my brothers sacrificed their lives to defend Daxia..."
Speaking of this, there was a trace of mist surging in his eyes.
At this moment, he thought of the tens of thousands of brothers who had sacrificed their lives in the north.
Some of them died in hand-to-hand combat with the enemy, with their chests pierced by steel knives, but they still strangled the enemy's neck before they died;
Some of them were shot several times and even their intestines came out, but they still gritted their teeth and protected the battle flag of the Canglong Army to prevent it from falling;
Some of them, in order to ensure the evacuation of follow-up troops, rushed into thousands of enemy troops single-handedly, knowing that there was no way out...
In Su Changfeng's eyes, these warm-blooded men are the true guardians of the North.
Neither of them spoke. Su Changfeng allowed Song Qingge to hug him. The two of them just stood there without moving for a long time...
Tuk-tuk-tuk.
At this moment, Su Changfeng's cell phone suddenly vibrated.
Um?
When I saw the caller ID, it was Lin Qinghai calling.
Su Changfeng answered the phone: "Lin Capital, what's wrong?"
Lin Qinghai said on the other end of the phone: "Mr. Su, last time the joint investigation team handled the case illegally, I have dealt with it seriously. All relevant personnel have been dismissed and investigated."
Su Changfeng already knew about this from Song Qingge, so he nodded: "Okay, I understand. Thank you, Lin Capital."
Lin Qinghai said: "Mr. Su, please don't be polite. In addition, I called you today. In addition to reporting on the joint investigation team, there is one more thing I want to report to you."
"Oh? You said." Su Changfeng said.
"There is a dinner party tonight, and I would like to invite you and your wife to come together. Do you have time?" Lin Qinghai said.
Dinner?
Su Changfeng and Song Qingge looked at each other.
But tonight is Song Shien's sixtieth birthday, and they agreed to Song Shiming and had to go.
But just when Su Changfeng was about to refuse, Lin Qinghai said again: "Mr. Su, it's like this. Recently, the triennial Eastern Development Forum was held in Hangzhou. Today's meeting is over. As a landlord, I have prepared for all distinguished guests.
Had a farewell dinner.”
"But you also know that the Eastern Development Forum has a very high standard, and the people attending the conference are all big shots. Therefore, I want you to attend tonight's dinner. With you here, I feel at ease. You see...