The room, Jiang Yuwei's room.

When Han Dong arrived at the door, he vaguely heard that she was talking to someone on the phone, and her voice was abnormal.

It is rare to see Jiang Yuwei when she is too out of shape, and at this time, her voice seems to be trembling.

Han Dong stopped ringing the doorbell and waited for a while.

It wasn't intentional to eavesdrop, but the hotel doors were really not very soundproof. I casually heard a few key words.

Troops, wounded

These keywords are easy for him to associate with something.

Jiang Wenyu, except for Jiang Wenyu's news, I'm afraid there is nothing that can make Jiang Yuwei so excited.

The old man said that Jiang Wenyu would be able to return to China in half a month, and today has been a full eleven days since he got the news. In terms of time, there is not much difference.

Han Dong's five fingers moved, and at the same time, his heart suddenly cleared.

Comrades-in-arms, comrades-in-arms who have died.

Every time he can return to China safely, Han Dong is sincerely relieved and happy.

If she had the opportunity, she even wanted to fly to Beijing immediately to see Jiang Wenyu.

Everything seems like yesterday, but the truth is that the two haven't seen each other for more than two years.

When Han Dong went to assist Bai Yalan in carrying out a new mission, and Jiang Wenyu took over his position, there was no longer any form of contact, and there was no way to contact him at all.

In an instant, I remembered too many things.

His eyes were dull and unfocused, and his blood, which rarely boiled, was hot and burning, and his whole body seemed to be ignited.

There is a lot of pain in the memory.

But that kind of rare comradeship, brotherhood. A simple promise, deep into the belly of the enemy, the pompous self-confidence of treating death as nothing is destined to exist in the depths of the mind, and it will be turned out by chance.

Standing, Jiang Yuwei inside has already finished making a call.

Han Dong took a deep breath and rang the doorbell.

There was a slight sound of footsteps, followed by the door being pulled open from the inside.

Han Dong couldn't leave Jiang Yuwei's face for the first time.

He used to be amazed by her temperament, and he didn't think that her appearance belonged to the glamorous type. At this moment, he realized that he was wrong, very wrong.

The ice and snow melted, and spring came warm.

Without that kind of cold and alienated fairy aura, it is clearly a living person in front of him.

The lips are thin and the teeth are white, and the eyebrows are like distant daisies.

A pair of black and white eyes, mixed with mist. Stacked like distant mountains and spring water, it is truly heart-shattering.

Jiang Yuwei didn't notice the man's direct gaze at all, and smiled and laughed: "You didn't lie to me, Wen Yu is really back"

"He's really back. ”

Repetitive without measure, to say incompletely, tears have rolled down his cheeks.

"Sister Yuwei, this is a good thing. ”

Jiang Yuwei cried strangely and smiled reluctantly: "Yes, you should be happy." ”

This kind of emotion seems to be able to drill into other people's hearts along pores.

Han Dong was almost unaware of it, and was brought into her world.

He really envied Jiang Wenyu, who had a complete family, a good family background, a handsome face that everyone in the army knew, and such a sister.

They were silent and silent.

Jiang Yuwei turned around and wiped away her tears with a tissue: "I'm sorry, I'm out of shape!"

It's strange that Han Dong feels that she is not as high as before. She has emotions, weaknesses, cries, and all kinds of emotional backlash.

Effortlessly suppressed all kinds of chaotic feelings, he didn't continue to go to the room, just stood at the door and said, "Sister Yuwei, I'm going to go back to Dongyang in the afternoon!"

Jiang Yuwei was surprised, and followed closely: "So fast? Wen Yu heard that you are here, and I am going to come and see it in two days, I plan to postpone the concert time and wait for him to come over." ”

Han Dong paused: "When he comes to Lin'an, you can inform me, and it will take more than two hours to drive here." ”

"By the way, Sister Yuwei, what is Wenyu's number. ”

"No, he just asked me for your contact information, and said he would call you later. ”

As soon as the words fell, the mobile phone in Han Dong's pocket vibrate.

Jiang Yuwei was brisk: "It must be him." ”

Han Dong took it out and took a look, and when he saw that it was a student's number, he pressed down to answer and exited the door.

The voice on the other end of the phone had just rang, and he had already identified the other party.

It's Jiang Wenyu, the kind of low timbre in his voice that seems to have particles rubbing, unique.

Jiang Yuwei followed suit, eavesdropping on the side without mind.

Aiwu and Wu, her cousin returned to China, and she even had a much better impression of Han Dong.

The relationship between these two people should be sure to be good.

They all asked her for the contact information of the other party for the first time, and some other performances are definitely not the tacit understanding that ordinary friends should have.

She was willing to listen, and Han Dong didn't avoid it.

There is a tacit understanding that I don't talk about the troops, as well as some of the past that may affect the mood. The most cliché asks each other about the current situation, laughing and talking.

Many times, this is what is most precious.

They all think that the other party is stepping on the ghost gate, and they can talk again after a long time, and their mood is so open that they are close to being frivolous and bright.

The two big men chatted endlessly.

Han Dong walked from one end of the corridor to the other, and back again.

For a whole hour, the phone heats up, and the battery level is alarmed.

"I heard about your marriage in the army, and those brothers can't come back, so I asked me to represent you and send you the money."

"What does my sister-in-law look like, I haven't seen it"

Jiang Yuwei could basically hear the two chatting in the quiet corridor, and her cousin's sister-in-law made her a little confused.

If memory serves, my cousin should be about four years older than Han Dong.

Han Dong is accustomed to Jiang Wenyu's name, in the sixteen places, people over the age of thirty call him Dongzi, and everyone under the age of thirty calls him Dongge in private. He rarely talked about age in the army, and some new recruits were afraid of him, plus other factors, so he slowly shouted out.

Hung up the phone, Han Dong's mobile phone was basically in a scrapped state.

Jiang Yuwei said sincerely: "I haven't seen Wen Yu so cheerful. ”

"He seems to have always been like this. ”

"Not really. has been relatively cold since he was a child, whether it is to relatives and friends, or the group of little girls who follow his buttocks, he generally does not speak more than three sentences. Smart, proud, disdainful of the world. ”

Han Dong said with a smile: "Don't you know that the army is a famous big dyeing workshop? Under normal circumstances, no matter how sullen the person was before, when he goes inside, he will definitely change someone." ”

"You're just sullen!!, but I didn't expect him to change so much. ”

While chatting, Han Dong's mobile phone rang again.

didn't answer, and glanced at Jiang Yuwei: "Sister Yuwei, my colleague is waiting below, I have to go!"

Jiang Yuwei hesitated for a moment: "Actually, you can try again in my next concert." ”

"I really don't dare to touch it again for the time being. ”

"I'm scared!"

Han Dong admitted: "It's a little scared, mainly because I can't lose again." ”