Zhang Ruoyu was woken up by the sound of a mobile phone.
When he opened his sleepy eyes, he heard a soft sobbing under the bed.
What about mourning this early in the morning?
Zhang Ruoyu raised his arms and glanced at Han Jiangxue, who was curled up in the quilt and trembling slightly.
"Mr. Han, what the hell did you watch so early in the morning that you could make yourself cry? Why don't you let me sleep?" Zhang Ruoyu sat up against the back of the bed and lit a cigarette with a sleepy look on his face.
When Han Jiangxue heard this, she immediately turned off her phone and stopped sobbing.
Her beautiful eyes are rosy, and her pear blossoms are covered with rain. She is indescribably pitiful.
"I didn't see anything." Han Jiangxue secretly wiped away her tears, her voice choked up.
After she woke up, she saw a video of General Zhang's actual combat drill. It was the most popular video on the Internet. The picture was thrilling and made her realize how brave a real soldier is.
Subsequently, big data pushed her countless videos about General Zhang, most of which were spontaneously produced by netizens.
The more she looked at it, the more moved she became, and the more she looked at it, the more she admired this legendary god of war, her savior.
But she looked through countless videos, but her face was not shown in any of them, not even in profile.
General Zhang was famous all over the world, but until his death, no one knew who he was or what he looked like.
Even if I was lucky enough to pass him by in this vast sea of people, how would I recognize him? How would I say thank you?
Seeing that Han Jiangxue ignored him, Zhang Ruoyu held a cigarette in his mouth and opened his phone with squinted eyes.
Good guy, the whole Internet is here to commemorate General Zhang. Each video is more tragic and exaggerated than the last.
It feels like this grandson saved the entire galaxy!
Zhang Ruoyu randomly clicked on two videos and glanced at them, slightly satisfying his vanity. But at the end of each video, he lit a bunch of white candles and frantically summoned the spirit of General Zhang. It was really unlucky to watch!
Zhang Ruoyu felt that the authorities had gone too far. Wasn't this a waste of public resources?
"Han Jiangxue, I think you are going a little too far." Zhang Ruoyu exhaled thick smoke and said to Han Jiangxue who was folding the quilt.
"What's too much?" Han Jiangxue was in a low mood. She would have to drive to attend the memorial service later, so she had to make some preparations.
"After all, we are husband and wife, right? You cried for another man in front of your husband early in the morning, and you were still there with tears in your eyes, looking like you were hopeless."
"Have you ever considered my mood?"
Han Jiangxue's pretty face tightened and she said: "Don't say that General Zhang once saved me. Even if I am just an ordinary woman, can't I cry for General Zhang's sacrifice?"
Zhang Ruoyu pouted and said, "No matter how loud you cry, can he hear you?"
When Han Jiangxue heard this, she asked coldly: "Aren't you General Zhang's brother and comrade? Are you not sad at all? Not sad?"
Zhang Ruoyu changed the subject when he heard this and said in a deep voice: "My tears have long since dried up!"
Han Jiangxue didn't want to talk nonsense with this bastard, so she frowned and said, "The memorial service will start in two hours. Please prepare."
"What for? I want to go too?" Zhang Ruoyu had a strange expression.
"You don't want to go?" Han Jiangxue asked unexpectedly.
It is no exaggeration to say that this kind of occasion only happens once in a century. This guy is an old friend of General Zhang’s comrade-in-arms, and he also has a deep friendship with the Beimang army.
He doesn't want to go to such a formal occasion?
"Going to a place like this can easily trigger emotions. I really don't want to cry with everyone." Zhang Ruoyu said in a deep voice. "It's so shameless."
Besides, how could anyone attend his own memorial service? Isn’t that like hell!
Han Jiangxue frowned slightly, knowing that this bastard didn't want to go because he was probably afraid of being too uncomfortable.
But some things have to be faced after all.
"Go ahead and say goodbye to General Zhang." Han Jiangxue stood up and said.
When Zhang Ruoyu saw this, he was no longer stubborn.
He said he couldn't go because he really didn't want to go.
There were too many things he didn't want to recall there. Going there would only increase the sadness.
After cleaning up briefly, the two of them put on the black funeral attire that Han Jiangxue had prepared long ago.
Han Jiangxue glanced at Zhang Ruoyu, who was dressed all in black, especially the chiseled profile and the deep eyes that suddenly looked back at her.
Her heart trembled suddenly.
That look in his eyes, that profile of his face, she seemed to have seen it in the video just now.
He actually looks a bit like General Zhang!
"You also think I look handsome in this outfit?" Zhang Ruoyu said proudly. "Back then, General Zhang praised that my temperament goes well with black, especially this slim-fitting suit, which can better show my coldness and wildness."
Han Jiangxue glanced at Zhang Ruoyu. This guy was talking glibly at this moment, probably to cover up the pain in his heart, right?
Don't use your negative emotions to influence others. At least in this aspect, this bastard is quite a man.
"Let's go." Zhang Ruoyu's eyes showed frivolity and exaggeration again, as if they had just met him for the first time.
This girl may have seen some clues just now, but no, she has to restrain herself from now on, and can no longer show off the charm of the God of War casually. If her identity is really exposed, let alone this life, she will not let her go in the next life.
"Oh." Han Jiangxue calmed down and shook her head mockingly.
Maybe I was just feeling a little depressed and hallucinating.
One is a cook who has been a cook for ten years, and the other is the national war god who is famous all over the world and the backbone of the nation.
How come there is even the slightest similarity?
Han Jiangxue felt deeply guilty and felt that she had insulted General Zhang.
"Let's go? Why are you still dazing here?"
Zhang Ruoyu's noisy urging sounded in his ears.
"If you go any slower, you won't be able to catch the feast!"
