Zhang Guilan also brought back a person when she entered the city, young and good-looking, and people who don't greet each other on weekdays couldn't help but be curious and came forward to say hello.

"Sister-in-law, is this your sister-in-law?"

"It's so good-looking."

"How old are you? Looks like you're not married yet, right? ”

"Is there a home?"

Where there are women, there are many things.

Zhang Guilan replied to the words of several people one by one, and her attitude was a little kinder than usual, "Yes, godgirl, I am twenty years old this year, and there is no one yet, if you have a good family, don't forget my godsister." ”

Milan looked shy, blushing and calling her sister-in-law one by one, and when she entered the house, a thin layer of sweat gushed out from her forehead.

Zhang Guilan is only eighteen this year, ten years younger than Luo Jijun, speaking of which, Luo Jijun can be regarded as an old cow eating tender grass, but Zhang Guilan is too fat, so Milan, who looks three years older than her, is several years younger than her.

Taking off her clothes outside, Zhang Guilan breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, "The people in the compound are enthusiastic, you slowly get used to it, you look at these two bedrooms and one living room, it is convenient for you to live, and you don't have to move if you find a job in the future, just live here, and be a companion with me." ”

Of course, what Zhang Guilan said was kind words, but the most reassuring thing was to find someone for Milan, so she wouldn't care where she loved to go.

Milan took it seriously, and refused in a panic, "Guilan, this can't be done, how can I live in your house, and when I find a job, I will move to the staff dormitory, which is also convenient, and the matter is so decided, I know that you are for my good, but it is too hard to go back and forth like this, and it is a waste of money." ”

"I will say that you will live first." Zhang Guilan also likes to talk about these future things, "You stay at home, I'll buy a few green onions, and we'll make dumplings in a while." ”

"Guilan, just have something to eat at home, and I'm not a guest." Milan was a little tired, not as nervous as before, and sat down in his chair in a daze.

"It's okay, if you're tired, go back to bed and lie down." Zhang Guilan was clever and reminded, "The Westinghouse is Jijun's study, and there are some books in it, if you like to read it, go over and flip through it." ”

Milan graduated from junior high school, and can be regarded as a cultural person in the village on weekdays.

Zhang Guilan guessed that Milan would walk everywhere after she left, so she asked her to sneak into Luo Jijun's house, so it was better to say it herself, not to mention the side, at least it made her feel happy.

Sure enough, Milan's face turned pale again when she heard Zhang Guilan's words, "I'm also tired, go back to bed and lie down first." ”

The original thoughts were saved, but now they are in no mood to be stirred up by Zhang Guilan.

Zhang Guilan went downstairs proudly, angry people don't pay for their fate, right?

In the previous life, Milan treated her as a fool, and she knew who she was, and she would not let her do what she wanted, that is, the words 'Jijun', the more she screamed, the more she spoke, the more she spoke.

Zhang Guilan went directly to the commissary downstairs, there is a public telephone, a dollar a minute, at this time, the average person is not qualified to install a phone, the commissary is still given by the team, just to facilitate the team to contact the family.

said that she was here to call, Zhang Guilan really didn't know where to call, Luo Jijun went out to train, where to go for a long time without leaving a word, this trip was more than half a month, and there was no news at all.

"Here's the phone number from Camp Commander Yang's office, right?" Zhang Guilan knew that these calls were all saved.

The old lady who opened the commissary was a martyr's mother, and her son hoped for it, and she was alone, so the army arranged to be here, and opened a commissary for her, and usually told her to sell things to earn some living expenses.

The old lady was thin and small, but she was very energetic, she looked like she was seventy, but she didn't look old at all, she quickly took out a black notebook, found Yang Zongguo's phone number from it, and handed it over.

According to the phone number above, Zhang Guilan dialed it, rang twice and answered, and when she heard that it was Yang Zongguo's voice, Zhang Guilan opened her mouth directly, "Battalion Commander Yang, right?" I'm Zhang Guilan, I have something to contact Jijun, I wonder if you can contact him? ”

Yang Zongguo was very happy, and directly gave Zhang Guilan the phone, Zhang Guilan wrote it down without a pen, and after hanging up the phone, he dialed it directly, and the phone rang for a long time, so long that Zhang Guilan thought that no one would answer and hang up, and the phone on the other end was answered.

"Who?"

There were only two words, Zhang Guilan still heard that it was Luo Jijun, ready to say something, but when she heard his voice at this moment, she was aggrieved, biting her lip and unable to say a word.

She even wanted to impulsively ask him if he really regarded her as a wife?

But she couldn't ask, and she knew that with her notoriety in the village, she didn't blame the other party.

"Hello, hello? Who's that?" Luo Jijun frowned, a little impatient.

Luo Jijun is only twenty-eight years old, but the steady temperament exuded by his whole body makes him give people a sense of safety and stability, the facial features of the knife, the complexion of wheat, and the green shirt are clean and tidy at all times, showing his rigorous side, obviously in an ordinary military uniform, but there is another perfect one on his body, mature and elegant, and the clean movements are vividly reflected in the side of the military.

You see him answering the phone, leaning against the table, looking careless, but his black eyes are sharp, like a cheetah in the dark and trying to pounce on its prey.

"Jijun, it's me." Zhang Guilan regained her voice, and then became more and more calm, "I met Milan in the city, she came to the city to work alone, I blamed her for an accident and brought her home when she came, I thought about it for a while, and I think I should tell you about it." ”

Zhang Guilan directly concealed the truth of her knowledge, in fact, she thought about asking Luo Jijun directly, did she still have Milan in her heart when she did this, but in this way, she felt that she had embarked on the old path again, and she didn't need Milan to do anything, which easily destroyed the relationship between her and Luo Jijun.

There was no sound on the other end of the phone for a long time, and Zhang Guilan knew that Luo Jijun was not hanging, but this silence made her heart extremely uncomfortable, and she felt like she was excluded.

Luo Jijun leaned on the table, his eyes looked out of the window, as if he was contemplating, his upper body was only wearing a green military shirt, and the afterglow that came in from the window stretched his figure long, and his two eyebrows frowned slightly, and he could see that he was in a very bad mood at this time, and his thin and tight lips were slowly opened, "I know it." ”

Zhang Guilan continued to wait, but what she waited for was still silent, her face was full of wry smiles, but her voice was faint without a trace of waves, "Okay, I'll hang up, you take care of yourself over there." ”

With a click, Zhang Guilan hung up the phone almost in a panic.

On the other end of the phone, Luo Jijun's tightly wrung eyebrows never let go, and he picked up the phone uneasily, and quickly dialed Yang Zongguo, Yang Zongguo packed up his things and was about to go home, but he was still stunned when he received Luo Jijun's call.

"Jijun, what's wrong at home? Just now, my brother and sister asked me for your phone, and your phone came again? If there's anything, just say it. "Yang Zongguo is very enthusiastic.

"Did you talk to my daughter-in-law about Milan?" This was Luo Jijun's first thought.

"Milan? The one from your village, you say? No, what's wrong? What's wrong? Yang Zongguo's heart suddenly suddenly, thinking that when he told his mother that day, his daughter-in-law must have heard it, could it be that what did his daughter-in-law do?

"It's nothing, it's just that my daughter-in-law took someone to the house, and you usually help take care of it." Luo Jijun has always had few words, and being able to say this shows that he is really anxious.

Yang Zongguo hung up the phone after getting down, what kind of person is this Milan, making Luo Jijun so nervous?