Zhong Siying glanced at the car while driving, wondering why the man's attitude had suddenly changed so much.

"What's wrong?"

Han Dong put away his mobile phone, his concentration was quite strong, but his smile was somewhat reluctant: "It's okay." ”

Zhong Siying didn't doubt it, and increased his speed a little and stopped asking.

Han Dong opened the window with his hand, and the speed of eighty yards made the wind a lot colder. Blowing on the face, it is cool, like it can effectively relieve the depression in the heart.

He turned out a cigarette, and when he was about to light it, he was kicked by Zhong Siying: "Don't smoke in my car." ”

Han Dongfei didn't hear it, so he went his own way.

After taking a puff, the smoke quickly filled the carriage and was blown away by the wind.

Han Dong really wanted to call Xia Meng now and ask her if what she said before was about breaking off Qiu Yuping.

is not a cautious person, he can accept that Xia Meng is entangled with other men when talking about business, he can not think more about why she returned late, why she is always dressed up and makes people look hard to take their eyes off Qiu Yuping is the only one who cares.

His pride is rarely seen.

Disdain to be jealous, disdain to dig root problems.

However, it was Qiu Yuping.

The man who was once a hundred times more important than him in Xia Meng's heart.

Han Dong still has a thorn in his heart that can't be pulled out, Yu Lin'an was drunk, and the night the two shared the bed for the first time, Xia Meng completely regarded him as Qiu Yuping. took the initiative to make his blood boil, and he was poured from head to toe by a basin of ice water.

The woman he cares about the most, even shouting other men's names on the bed.

The woman who cares about the most, when he has an argument with Qiu Yuping or even a stranger, always habitually thinks that he is a violent maniac and is at fault.

Violent maniac?

Han Dong heard too many adjectives like this, and he began to deny himself, is there really a problem? Is it that the means of dealing with things are too radical?

However, the heavier the thoughts, the more self-deprecating he found that the description of violent maniac only belonged to Xia Meng's opinion of himself.

After all, no one around him ever mentioned that he had any violent tendencies.

Giving up the urge to make a phone call, Han Dong threw away the cigarette butt and leaned back on the seat with his eyes closed.

He and Xia Meng may really be coming to an end.

It's so tiring to hurt each other like this.

To like is to fulfill.

The most fucked-up sentence made Han Dong have to take this to comfort himself. Give her space to find the person who cares more about her and cares about her at the same time.

Whether it will be Qiu Yuping or someone else has nothing to do with him. She's doing well.

Immersed in his own world, the car unconsciously arrived at the entrance of the provincial military district.

The loud slogans and the faint sound of military songs brought Han Dong back to reality.

He jumped out of the car first and looked out at the neat and wide military compound from afar. The long-lost feeling that was hidden quickly spread to the whole body.

In each military region, the buildings may be different, but the atmosphere must be the same.

The serious, straight standing figure belongs to the gate. Sweating like rain, shouting hoarsely, the soldiers who ran belonged to the training camp. Those who were grabbed by the collar by the instructor and forced to keep up with the team must belong to the recruits who couldn't hold on

Everything is familiar with it.

Han Dong couldn't help but think of his teenage self, and when he came here, he resisted as if he was about to go to hell.

Suddenly looking back, I realized that he didn't regret it at all. I don't regret not going to college, and I don't regret all the trials and tribulations I went through.

If he has never entered the army, it should be the biggest regret in this life.

The verbal resistance stems from the mother's subtlety. And in my heart, it is different from my father, there is a heart that beats violently when I come here.

Zhong Siying is a well-deserved star officer in the military region.

After the two got out of the car and walked in, almost every soldier turned his head to watch when he passed her. The eyes are filled with heat, reverence, admiration, and many other emotions.

Han Dong believes that the Glory Sword will have so many people who want to drill into it, and the relationship with Zhong Siying, the instructor, is definitely not small.

Boring barracks, who doesn't want to come into contact with this kind of woman every day. It's like the devil who is rumored, but even if he is abused, he is morbidly refreshing.

Moreover, Zhong Siying is not bad, her reputation is not bad, her heart is frank, and she has never deliberately suppressed anyone, and everyone knows it.

Responding all the way, Zhong Siying said, "Do you want to visit the Glory Sword?"

Han Dong looked at the position in front of him, as if he didn't hear her speak, and pointed and asked, "Over there, it's the Martyrs' Cemetery!"

Zhong Siying's smile faded: "Well, all the clothes of the martyrs of the provincial military region are buried there." ”

As soon as the words fell, Han Dong walked over.

It seemed close, but it took a full five minutes to get there.

Pieces of tombstones, a photograph.

If you don't live here, ordinary people may never be able to imagine that today's wife is peaceful. There will be so many rows and rows of tombstones, and there will be so many dangers.

Some died from the cooperation of the military and police, some from peacekeeping, and some from the most ordinary disaster relief scenes

Just like the martyrs' cemetery of the Beijing Military Region, when you enter here, people will become solemn in an instant, and there is nothing funny to laugh at.

A group of ordinary and unknown people, I don't know why, lie here.

Han Dong couldn't figure out this question for a while, but he knew very well that people were respectable.

Walking, walking.

Han Dong followed Zhong Siying and stopped in front of a tombstone.

The photo shows a young man wearing a military cap and a neat military uniform.

Twenty-one or twelve years old, with an exceptionally delicate face, just like an ordinary college student.

Han Dong looked fixedly, and his thoughts seemed to return to the original peacekeeping battlefield. It's this young man, who is happy all day long, and always takes a side chess game when everyone is free, and looks for someone to play a few games everywhere.

In the place of war, the laughter of ridicule seems to be able to penetrate the tent and penetrate the ears.

"Brother Dong, if I return to China this time and prepare to get engaged to my girlfriend, you will definitely have to come over then. ”

"The quota for studying abroad in the Beijing Military Region Hospital, Brother Dong, you must help me find a relationship and keep one. I have to learn the things of foreign devils for the benefit of our people."

"Old Qian, your leg is fine, someone will take you back to raise you for a while in a few days. I can't teach your son to play football in the future, and you're coming to me for trouble!"

"Who told you to wander around the kiln, and if you have a dirty disease, it's useless to find me. I'm a surgeon, and I don't cure STDs!!Just cut this thing, and I can help you stop the bleeding."

In the midst of the uproar of laughter, everything became farther and farther away.

Han Dong squatted down and placed a box of cigarettes and a lighter in his pocket in front of the tombstone, silent and silent.

The wind grew stronger, rolling up the dust and whistling faintly.

Zhong Siying stood not far away, very abruptly, rubbed the corners of his eyes, and turned his head away.

Li Xiaoan's death is a loss for the entire provincial military district, and it is also the one they feel the most.

That kid always seems to have a funny taste, the way he speaks, his personality, are completely different from his delicate face, he loves to be showy, warm-hearted, and kind. No matter what the occasion, with him, laughter is always indispensable.

Time, as if it had stopped forever in this moment. Quietly, I don't know how long it took.

The wind stopped, the sun was covered, and a hint of coolness came to your face.

Zhong Siying sorted out her thoughts, walked behind Han Dong and patted him lightly on the shoulder: "Let's go." ”

There had never been such a mysterious moment, and she would completely feel all the emotions of another man.

Mustard, so far, nothing.

Han Dong woke up like a dream and got up on his knees.

With his body on his back, he took a step forward: "I'll plan to go back to Dongyang later." ”

"In such a hurry"

"Well, I don't like it here!"

Zhong Siying grabbed Han Dong's arm: "No one will like it, including me." Do you think I'm a woman who doesn't want to dress up, and wants to be a man's wife in the eyes of others?"

Han Dong turned his head, his eyes were a little bloodshot and red: "That's your choice! Without you, there would be no change in the military region." Don't take yourself too seriously, it doesn't matter if you don't have anyone. Also, not imposing one's will on others is the most basic respect!"

"Strong words!"

Han Dong looked at her eyes, as if he could see her heart through the window.

The tone gradually softened: "If the provincial military district needs me, it is my duty, is this enough!"

Zhong Siying breathed a sigh of relief: "I knew that you couldn't refuse me in front of Li Xiao'an and them." ”

Han Dong looked sideways: "You are really annoying." ”

"I don't need to say that. ”