t let Wen Jian get in the car, and intentionally said those words to Wen Lan, just waiting for Wen Lan to come to her to buy a car.Whoever buys a car will inevitably leave traces.But she hadn't expect...He was completely in love, felt he couldn't live without him. The more dangerous it got, the further he charged in. This jerk, why doesn't he ever think of himself 。The squad leader cursed as he covered his eyes with his hand, tears streaming from between his fingers. 。Chen Ning just lowered her head and didn't cry. Thinking back to last night's video chat, he hadn't shown any sadness, and she didn't want to be vulnerable either. 。Zheng Ke's eyes were also red as he said, "When Song team comes back, we'll go to his house together and see if there's anything we can help with." 。Chen Ning nodded and said, "Okay." 。After that, she didn't look at any more related news reports. She just worked and waited for him to come back. 。He would video chat with her every other day. Sometimes in the morning, sometimes in the evening. Sometimes they could talk for a while, sometimes he would just say a few words and hang up hurriedly, and sometimes he wouldn't say anything at all, just quietly looking at each other. 。Just knowing that we're connected and thinking of each other is enough. 。

After about half a month, Chen Ling found out what he was doing over there. He was conducting large-scale military exercises on the border. It was a show of force, a way to maintain sovereignty, and a demand that the other side must apologize internationally, strictly abide by the agreements in the future, and punish those who provoked the situation. 。When the news came out, he was on his way back, along with three fallen soldiers. 。Chen Linghui, Zheng Ke and the class monitor accompanied their relatives to the airport. The class monitor was an emotional person; seeing the relatives crying, he cried too; Zheng Ke had lost several colleagues over the years, so even though he was sad, he could control himself; Chen Linghui felt pain in his heart, but he endured it, only his eyes were slightly red. 。In the distance, she saw Song Jingye walking from the tarmac. In his hands was a picture of Hengzi, and beside him were two other colleagues also holding pictures. Behind them, a line of soldiers marched towards them in measured steps, their pace slightly heavy. 。As soon as their figures appeared, Chen Ning's family members burst into heartbreaking sobs. Especially when Song Jingye handed the photo to Hengzi's mother, the elderly woman almost fainted. 。Chen Ning held her tightly, she choked back tears, and her eyes briefly met with Song Jingye's, but neither lingered for a second, afraid to look at each other. 。At this point in time, their little romance isn't worth mentioning at all. 。For the next three days, Song Jingye stayed at his work unit, busy reporting on his work and handling various matters. 。< Hengzi's family was mainly taken care of by the squad leader who busied himself with everything. She could only accompany him, while Zheng Ke, because the fire brigade also had important work to do, couldn't be with him all the time, so he asked Zhang Ni to come over after work. > 。

He Zi's mother fainted twice, luckily Zhang Ni was there to look after her in time. 。By the time it reached the last day, Song Jingye arrived, holding a cardboard box in his hands. Inside was his belongings that he had asked someone to gather from Hengzi's dormitory. 。

He's mother went through his belongings, one by one, and wept uncontrollably, though her voice was choked with sobs. 。Chen Ning had always been holding back, not shedding a single tear. But when she saw her mother take out a pair of gloves from under the box, her tears instantly overflowed, unstoppable. 。She didn't dare to cry in front of them, so she turned and went alone to the hallway outside the door to compose herself. 。After a while, the door to the hallway opened and before she could wipe away her tears, she was pulled into a strong embrace. 。All anxiety, all sorrow, released into this warm and strong embrace. She also wrapped her arms tightly around his waist in return, tears almost soaking through his shirt. 。。After a while, her emotions calmed down, and he lifted her from his arms, holding her face in his hands and asking: "Are you alright now""Yes" 。She also looked up at him, he looked thinner than before, but his eyes had a more resolute and sharp look than when he left, becoming more mature. 。Let's go, they're going back home, let's see them off. 。A group of people drove Hengzi's family to the airport. Chen Ling asked for those gloves as a souvenir, and the squad leader patted his chest and said: "From now on, we are your son. If you have any difficulties, be sure to find us." 。After a fond farewell, they drove back to the city. 。Song Jingye has always been very silent. He is not someone who wears his heart on his sleeve, but the class monitor and Zheng Ke, having spent so many years with him, know that he is a loyal and righteous person. 。They and Hengzi were the first batch of soldiers he personally brought with him when he arrived in the northwest. They were all about the same age and had a deep bond. It's not that they weren't sad, it's just that his status prevented him from showing it. 。Zheng Kekai's car, he and Chen Ling back to the entrance of his alley did not go in again. 。At last, they were alone. He reached out and took her hand, leading her down the alley. They walked in silence, but their fingers tightened with every step. When they reached the courtyard, he pulled her close and embraced her, kissing her. 。But their lips remained icy cold. This embrace, this kiss, was more a comfort, a search for warmth, and lacked much passion. 。As if embracing and kissing, all the war, sacrifice, and sorrow would drift away from them. 。After a long while, the two finally let go. 。That heavy atmosphere eased a little as they went home. 。

"You go take a shower first" 。Chen Ling reminded. 。

"Good" 。Song Jingye went to take a shower. When he came out, he was wearing a black short-sleeved T-shirt and black sweatpants. 。

"Come here" 。Chen Ning sat on the edge of the sofa, holding her newly purchased razor, about to shave his beard. 。Song Jingye obediently sat in front of her, tilting his chin up to look at her: "Did I just prick you" "A little bit" 。Chen Ling replied. 。Song Jingye immediately embraced her head, deliberately rubbing his chin against her face, tickling and stinging a little. 。

"You sit well" 。Chen Ning pushed his face away, kneeling on the sofa, seriously thinking about how to do it. 。"Will you"

"Yes, I will." 。She swore it was easy, watching the video tutorials. But when she actually tried to do it, she had no idea where to begin. 。Song Jingye quietly raised his head and looked at her. 。She is studying very seriously, looking quite innocent. 。He has a lot of meetings these days, and he's already dressed up neatly. That's the basic requirement, isn't it There's no room for her to operate.

Chen Ling went back to research and found out that it wasn't that she didn't know how to use it, but that his face was very clean, unlike in the previous video. 。Then, another day, you shave and tell me, I'll help you. 。"

"Good"

"Tired" "

A little bit " 。Then you get some rest. 。Song Jingye was a little tired. He had been working at high intensity for nearly 20 days straight. Now that everything was settled, he returned home and a wave of fatigue washed over him. 。

Chen Ling returned after washing up, and he had already fallen asleep. 。s with a group of Chinese wives. 。Zuo Yu'an entered the room and took his seat, courteous and polite with impeccable manners. He was raised by his grandfather to meet influential elders since he was y...