A majestic middle-aged soldier led several soldiers to Huang Zezhong's dining table, "Qilin, why did you come to the cafeteria? You should have a good rest."
Huang Zezhong quickly stood up and saluted, "Chief of Staff, I'm fine. I'll be fine in a few days."
"Have a good rest, apply some medicine and get well soon. Don't let your grandparents worry! I have something else to do, so I'll leave first." The middle-aged man gently patted Huang Zezhong's shoulder and left with a few soldiers.
"yes"
After saluting, Huang Zezhong sat down and continued to eat. The heavy snow in the camp made him feel very bad. It was much colder than usual today. All the soldiers were wearing thick military coats. Fortunately, he came over just now with the military coat and did not go out of his way.
As time goes by, the weather is getting colder and colder. The snowflakes across the country have not become smaller, but have become thicker. It snowed heavily even in Hainan.
Huang Zezhong looked at the report on the TV news: "Recently, it has snowed heavily in various cities in Hainan Province. In the past ten days, cold rain, hail, frost and other cold events have also occurred, causing large areas of trees in the deep tropical forests to wither and animals freezing to death.
...'Everything withered and six animals froze to death' was staged again..."
Lian Heng couldn't help complaining, "When will this snow stop? It's too cold and terrible. It feels like people will freeze to death. How can we survive in the south without air conditioning? We need to increase our manpower when we go out to patrol, because we are afraid of being attacked by animals."
Attack or freeze to death... There are rumors of the end of the world everywhere..."
"I don't know, I just hope it will warm up soon..." Huang Zezhong looked at the flying snowflakes outside the window in trance.
The world is full of Zhao Tianqin, but she cannot be seen.
"Boss, it's been half a month. Why hasn't your skin recovered completely? It's not red but still a little dark." Lian Heng couldn't help but pressed Huang Zezhong's hand. He didn't understand why Huang Zezhong's skin was darker than his. Before
Huang Zezhong can't get a tan no matter how much he suns himself, he's even fairer than a girl.
"The black spots are good! It prevents others from looking at me like a pretty boy." Huang Zezhong withdrew his gaze and looked at the sky outside the window as it gradually darkened.
Phew...
Jiufang couldn't help laughing. He leaned over and looked at Huang Zezhong's face for a while and then said with a smile, "Company Commander, you are very fair and don't look like a pretty boy. When you have a cold face, you look like General Huang. Who dares
He said you look like a pretty boy, are you an underage girl?"
Huang Zezhong glanced at Jiufang without any intention of speaking. This man's guess was really accurate. Although he was curious about Li Xiaoyou's letter to Jiufang, he didn't want to read what was written in it.
"I guessed it right." Jiufang sat down next to Huang Zezhong, took out a large envelope from his coat pocket, opened it and took out a small white envelope, "Xiaoyou sent it to me. Your underage girl asked me to
Help transfer it."
Huang Zezhong was stunned for a moment before taking the thin envelope, tearing off the seal and quickly opening it.
There is only one photo in the envelope.
Taking out the photo, Huang Zezhong couldn't help but frown.
Jiu Fang and Lian Heng couldn't help but come over and take a look. Jiu Fang said in confusion, "b Dazheng Gate, what does it mean? There are no words on the back of the photo."
"I'm going back first." Huang Zezhong put the photo back into the envelope, stood up and walked out of the conference hall.
Back in the dormitory, Huang Zezhong sat in front of his desk, holding his head with his hands and closing his eyes to think.
What does the little girl mean by giving him this photo?
I thought about it for a long time but couldn't figure it out.
Huang Zezhong took out the envelope, smelled it, took the knife, and carefully opened the envelope, but the envelope was empty without any writing.
He took out a lighter and put the envelope close to the fire for a while. After a while, he used water to paint the envelope...
After a long time, Huang Zezhong sat down slumped. The envelope was just a normal envelope with nothing in it.
Huang Zezhong took the photo and looked at it carefully. After a few seconds, he frowned. The tall figure in the distance in the photo must be him.
Wearing a white long-sleeved shirt and slim-fitting gray plaid trousers, he stood out in the crowd.
"What do you mean by giving me this? What else do I owe you?" Huang Zezhong murmured to himself, wondering what it meant by giving him a photo.
Huang Zezhong thought about it for a month but still couldn't figure out what it meant.
On February 30, the instructor and deputy company commander of their company came back from family leave. After giving instructions, Huang Zezhong packed up his things and returned to the city, and took a plane back to Yanjing. It was already two o'clock in the night when he got off the plane.
Without informing anyone, he took a taxi and headed to his home in Houhai.
Obviously, they had been living in Houhai when their parents were still alive, but Zhao Guobang and Zheng Meizhi lived in the military compound after returning home. Instead, Houhai's home became his residence, and Xidan's home was still his residence...
Arriving at No. 24 Maoer Hutong, Houhai, Huang Zezhong opened the door and walked into the house. He walked through the hanging flower door and looked at the yard of the main house melancholy. The scene of Zhao Tianqin beating him flashed before his eyes. She was smiling, naughty and clever.
, funny, teasing, narrow-minded... and even crying looks kept flashing in front of my eyes.
"Where are you? I miss you very much!" Huang Zezhong closed his eyes, his handsome face full of disappointment.
Walking into the main room, he opened the shoe cabinet and took out the slippers to change. Huang Zezhong couldn't help but open the shoe cabinet with Zhao Tianqin's shoes. After taking a look at the shoe cabinet, he was stunned. The red panda slippers he bought for Zhao Tianqin were still there.
Huang Zezhong ran to the desk. The books Zhao Tianqin had read were still stacked on the bookshelf next to the desk. The panda pillow in the big bench in front of the desk was still leaning against the chair, exactly as it was before he left to join the army.
Huang Zezhong walked to the closet and opened it. Half of the closet was hung with Zhao Tianqin's clothes from the inside to the outside, from spring, summer, autumn and winter. These were the clothes he had bought for Zhao Tianqin.
Huang Zezhong ran to the canopy bed, opened the drawer and took out a photo album. He opened it and took a look before he breathed a sigh of relief and sat down by the bed.
Touching the empty bed board, Huang Zezhong stared blankly at his extremely clean fingers.
He didn't let anyone clean Houhai's home, how could it be so clean here?
Unable to figure it out, Huang Zezhong just put it down.
I opened the thick photo album and looked through it. It was full of photos of myself and Zhao Tianqin playing together in the same frame. The girl in the photo was naughty and weird...
After reading the photo album, Huang Zezhong lay down, closed his eyes and endured the heavy longing in his heart.
Today is the second day of the second lunar month, which is also Zhao Tianqin’s birthday.
After closing his eyes for a long time and not falling asleep, Huang Zezhong simply got up and took a shower. After changing his clothes, he drove out in the still clean sapphire blue Bentley in the garage and arrived near the Grand Hyatt International. He hesitated whether to go in or not.
I looked at my watch, it was almost seven o'clock, the sky was gray and about to break, but the sky was starting to snow again.
Huang Zezhong started the car and was about to drive into the Junyue International Villa Community when a black Audi sedan drove out, followed closely by a black seven-seater Mercedes-Benz nanny car, and behind the nanny car were two black Mercedes-Benz cars.
The license plate of the car headed by it is: Beijing AG6117
There are very few Beijing AG6 license plates. Although there is a car with this license plate at home, he cannot drive it.
Huang Zezhong looked at the people in the cab and the co-pilot, and he couldn't help but be stunned for the next second. The girl with fair skin in the back seat closed her eyes and leaned against the old but dignified old man.