Xiao Qianqiao used Qi Yuxuan's email to help Yu Minglang do a situational treatment, although the process was bumpy, but the result was quite satisfactory to her, Yu Minglang fired that shot, and successfully lifted the rebel attack.

If you put aside the flaw that the embarrassing ball was seen by Zheng Xu and Aka, it would be too perfect.

After sending Zheng Xu and Aka away, Xiaoqian began to give Yu Minglang formal treatment.

As Xiao Qian expected, as long as Yu Minglang can successfully shoot her, her follow-up treatment will be easier.

The door of his closed heart was loosened a little, and Xiao Qian used this to treat him, and after a few treatments, she felt that it was almost there.

On this day, Xiaoqian drove Yu Minglang to a private shooting range, using imitation guns and fuel bullets, this kind of real CS has been very popular in the past two years.

Xiao Qian originally thought that Yu Minglang would be able to recover his former abilities after treatment, and from the conversation between the two, he also felt that he could already face the scar that killed Balang.

But I didn't expect Yu Minglang to take a gun this time, it was still not ideal.

Although he did not have as serious symptoms as palpitations and dizziness before, the accuracy of the gun was very poor, and Yu Minglang said that he was not inspired and could not find that feeling.

What the hell is going on...

Xiao Qian was deeply confused.

She felt that she was only one step away from success, but what was the reason why she couldn't take the last step?

Yu Minglang looked at her more worried than himself, and couldn't help but persuade.

"It's good now, you don't put too much pressure on yourself."

"No, I feel like I'm going to succeed, what's the problem..."

Xiao Qian was pacing back and forth in the room, and suddenly she had a flash of inspiration.

"I see! You'll wait for me! ”

She began to rummage through boxes and cabinets to find things, and Yu Minglang asked her when she saw that she had turned her home into a mess.

"What are you looking for?"

"I remember that I hid those bottles of Moutai here, why are they gone?"

Xiao Qian was afraid of stimulating him before, so she put away all the things related to Balang at home, for fear that he would see things and think about them.

She remembered that it was obviously stuffed under this cabinet, why was it gone?

"In the northeast corner of the cabinet, if you touch it again, it should be that you stuffed something else in it later, so you can't touch it." Yu Minglang spoke at the right time.

"Oh, thanks—huh?"

He already knew?

Xiao Qian turned her head to look at him, and Yu Minglang sighed helplessly.

"Daughter-in-law, this family is so big, how can I lead troops in the future if I can't find out?"

Xiao Qian had a black line, "It's so big in total, I can't find where all the things you hid are located!" ”

But this product can accurately find what she is hiding, which is simply unreasonable.

Sure enough, he found wine in the place he said, Yu Minglang thought that she was looking for wine because she wanted to have a few drinks with herself, but she didn't expect that after she found the wine, she dragged him out.

"Where to go?"

"Just come with me."

Xiao Qian dragged him downstairs and stuffed him in the car to let him drive.

"Take me to the place where you happened that day."

“... Must go? ”

"Must go!"

Where you fall, you have to get up.

Under Xiaoqian's repeated urging, Yu Minglang drove there, and he was silent all the way.

Xiao Qian knew that bringing him to such a place would be equivalent to tearing open the wound in his heart and letting him face the bloody pain again.

But this step is indispensable, just like a wound that has suppurated and is difficult to heal if it is not squeezed out, she now takes two bottles of Moutai and a wounded heart to face it again, and unravels the fate and resentment between Yu Minglang and Balang.

Yu Minglang didn't say a word, his face was always flat, Xiao Qian knew what he was feeling in his heart at this time, and kept silent thoughtfully, the road seemed to be endless, but after all, the car stopped.

"This is it."

At this time, it was getting late, this road was calm and unusual, and there were no cars passing through, the surrounding groves were quiet, and the ordinary scenery was like the provincial road that the two of them had seen along the way.

But Yu Minglang remembered this place clearly, because on this seemingly ordinary road, his shot changed a lot.

This place has long been cleaned up, if it weren't for Xiao Qian noticing that there was a tree trunk on the side of the road that left bullet marks from the firefight, she would really think that Yu Minglang had found a random place to park.

From the moment that bullet flew out, this place, this coordinate, had a different meaning for Minglang.

Yu Minglang turned on all the headlights, and the light made the night no longer so lonely but still bleak, he pointed to a small forest not far away.

"I'll take you there."

Walking all the way, Yu Minglang's mind replayed the events of the day like a movie, and he counted the same road three times today.

For the first time, he was determined to lead the pursuit of the enemy, and he was bound to wipe out the incoming enemy.

The second time, he watched his soldiers carry out Balang's body, his mind blanked, as if in a dream, and he couldn't believe it was real.

The third time, he brought his beloved wife over, but his heart was full of ravines.

What is right and what is wrong, these concepts have always been clear in his heart, and they are covered with a layer of blood because of the death of the deceased.

When he arrived at the grove where the battle was fighting, Yu Minglang stopped and pointed to a tree and said.

"That's it."

Xiao Qian will not question why he remembered it this time, maybe he will keep repeating this scene every night in the dead of night at the moment when he dreams back.

The emotional impact of the hedging of mission and emotion has always been in his heart, but he can only taste this pain when there is no one.

The big man stands up to the sky, and the image shown to outsiders is always invincible.

Pain can only be touched by oneself when no one is around.

Xiao Qian didn't dare to think about how long he had tormented himself with this self-blame when she wasn't by his side in his previous life, and it was a piercing pain when he thought about it.

She took out two bottles of Moutai from her bag, one bottle was handed to Yu Minglang, and the other bottle she unscrewed herself, the wine exuded a unique aroma in the cold night, Xiao Qian said while sprinkling wine on the ground.

"The Soul Returns~"

Yu Minglang came to this place because of mixed tastes, and his mind was heavy, and he couldn't help but feel helpless when he saw her movements.

"Daughter-in-law, what are you doing? Jumping gods? ”

His daughter-in-law didn't want to use her on him as a ghost, right? Isn't that a joke, he's an atheist who doesn't believe in that.

Xiao Qian had a serious face.

"I'm not a big dancer, but I want to play a game with you today. Xiaoqiang, you said that if I summoned Balang's soul, what would he say to you in his first sentence? ”