Chapter 51 Missing?

Zhang Ziwen was worried about waking Lu Qingman up, so he slowly lay down again, but he still woke her up.

"Hmm~, are you awake?"

Lu Qingman rubbed his eyes and said to Zhang Ziwen, looking like he hadn't woken up.

"Would you like some water?"

Zhang Ziwen stared at Lu Qingman, and Lu Qingman lowered his head embarrassedly and asked Zhang Ziwen.

"Ah~, drink water, drink and be thirsty."

Zhang Ziwen looked at it too intently, and Lu Qingman asked for a while before he reacted. When Lu Qingman went out to pour water, his heart was pounding, thinking about how Zhang Ziwen looked at himself like this, and his face flushed.

Seeing Lu Qingman, whose fair face had turned red, came over, Zhang Ziwen asked a question that exposed his emotional intelligence.

"Why is your face so red? Isn't it too hot? ”

As soon as these words came out, Lu Qingman, who was originally just blushing cheeks, suddenly turned red to his neck, and then walked out of the compartment directly, Zhang Ziwen didn't understand it for a long time.

Lu Qingman, who was sitting outside, was beating in his heart, and his heartbeat was much faster. Zhang Ziwen watched Lu Qingman go out for a long time without moving, he was hungry again, so he got up and put on his shoes to find food.

Lu Qingman was still indulging in her blushing thing, and secretly sighed in her heart, why was she so unproductive, and it was not that she hadn't spoken to a man. At this time, Zhang Ziwen had already put on his shoes and clothes, and Lu Qingman, who came back to his senses, heard Zhang Ziwen's footsteps just now.

"How did you get out? By the way, you haven't eaten for a day and a night, are you hungry? ”

Lu Qingman sat up and stepped forward to help Zhang Ziwen, remembering that Zhang Ziwen had not eaten, so he asked. Zhang Ziwen was injured on the battlefield and rushed to kill, but now he is just overworked, and after a day and a night of rest, he needs someone to help, and Lu Qingman stepped forward to help him, but he became weak.

"I don't ......"

Before the words could be spoken, their stomachs had already told them what their bodies were really thinking. Lu Qingman was amused for a moment, Zhang Ziwen looked at Lu Qingman's appearance and was stunned, and finally Lu Qingman reacted first.

"You just woke up, for the sake of health, eat some nourishing, as the host, I will take you to eat Wuhan's famous snack stewed soup, how about it?"

Zhang Ziwen was interrupted by Lu Qingman, and suddenly became a little embarrassed.

"Ahem, okay, simmer the soup."

Although simmering soup is a famous snack in Wuhan Huangpi, Zhang Ziwen didn't know it at all.

"Have you eaten?"

Lu Qingman heard Zhang Ziwen say that it was good, and thought that he had eaten it, so he would not be able to fulfill the landlord's suitability, so he hurriedly asked Zhang Ziwen.

"Ahem, I haven't eaten it." Zhang Ziwen was embarrassed again when he succeeded.

"If we haven't eaten it, we'll eat it."

Lu Qingman didn't notice Zhang Ziwen's embarrassment at all, and when he heard Zhang Ziwen say that he hadn't eaten it, he was happy, and he pulled Zhang Ziwen and ran out.

Lu Qingman obviously didn't notice that he was already holding Zhang Ziwen like a classmate, and Zhang Ziwen was still in the situation after his brain was bombed by enemy planes.

Although the atmosphere in 1938 was relatively open, it was inevitable that a woman would point fingers when she led a man.

Lu Qingman didn't understand what others were talking about for a long time, until he felt that the thing he was holding began to heat up before he reacted, and his face turned red again. Lu Qingman let go of Zhang Ziwen's hand, and Zhang Ziwen woke up from the bombing of enemy planes. Looking at Lu Qingman's flushed face, Zhang Ziwen touched his head and said with great embarrassment.

"Shall we go for a simmering soup?"

felt that time and space were frozen at that moment, Lu Qingman struggled for a long time, and walked in the direction of the school gate without speaking, Zhang Ziwen saw Lu Qingman walking and hurriedly caught up.

"What's your name, I don't even know what your name is."

Zhang Ziwen stammered and broke the peace between the two.

"My name is Lu Qingman, Lu of Lu Gou Xiaoyue, the green of Qingqing Zijin, and the vine of the growing vine. I am a first-year student in the Department of Political Science and Law of Wuhan University. ”

Fortunately, Zhang Ziwen studied hard, otherwise he wouldn't even understand Lu Qingman's name, and after listening to Lu Qingman's introduction of himself, Zhang Ziwen wanted to tell her about himself.

"I ......"

"Zhang Ziwen, lieutenant company commander, lives in Duyun Mansion, Guizhou, right?"

Before Zhang Ziwen could speak, Lu Qingman had already told Zhang Ziwen the bottom of the story, which made Zhang Ziwen stunned.

"You ......"

"Your second platoon leader, clerk and adjutant Ma Xiaobao told me."

Zhang Ziwen habitually asked why, he never wanted to be blocked again, but he figured out that he was betrayed by Ma Xiaobao.

"Don't blame Ma Xiaobao, if you settle accounts with him, be careful of me, be careful of my ......"

Lu Qingman didn't say it for a long time, but they talked about Ma Xiaobao, but they forgot that they didn't even leave a note for Ma Xiaobao. After eating, Ma Xiaobao came back and found that the company commander was missing, so he hurriedly went back to report that Lao Shen had returned it when he heard that Zhang Ziwen was missing. Hurriedly reported to Wan Shijiong, Wan Shijiong felt that from Jiangyin to Nanjing, the surviving battalion and company platoon commanders were still the same people, except for the wounded, they retreated first. There are less than five of them, Zhang Ziwen's achievements all the way must be very high, and he still thinks that Zhang Ziwen will come over to be the battalion commander for him. reported it directly to Dai Zhiqi who was on the hospital bed, Dai Zhiqi thought that Zhang Ziwen was cultivating young officers by himself, and immediately ordered the people of the 103rd Division to go out to find Zhang Ziwen.

Wang Yi, who heard the news of Zhang Ziwen's disappearance, almost didn't cry, he didn't pay attention to it for a day, why did he disappear the next day, he just wrote a letter to his father saying that Brother Wen had been safely evacuated to Wuhan, if the person was gone, it was estimated that he would be gone, and he would go to Wuhan University with the brothers of the entire company.

Here, Lu Qingman took Zhang Ziwen not to cross the river, but instead touched a few alleys and came to a small shop, where the manager wrote Zhong's simmered soup.

Walking into the store, there were only two or three customers, looking deserted, and Zhang Ziwen began to question the craftsmanship of the shopkeeper. The delicious restaurant, that is not full of friends, can't squeeze out the table.

"Don't underestimate this shop, this is an old shop, it has existed since the late Qing Dynasty, and my father often comes here to eat simmered soup."

Sure enough, you can't judge people by their appearance, to be precise, they can't be judged by their appearance, and the reason why it exists must go is not too bad from the end of the Qing Dynasty.

"Boss Zhong will have a crockpot of chicken soup and two servings of paste soup powder." Sitting at the table next to the street, I didn't know what to order, so I had to wait for Lu Qingman to order.

"The soup here is quite authentic." Lu Qingman explained, but two servings are almost enough for me to eat.

After waiting for a while, the boss came up with soup and a bowl of rice. The raw material of crockpot chicken soup is the fat and tender hens produced in Huangpi and Xiaogan. Put the chicken pieces into the oil pan and stir-fry, then pour them into the crockpot filled with boiling water, cook them over a strong fire, simmer thoroughly over low heat, the soup is fresh and the meat is rotten, the original flavor is rich, and the nutrition is rich.

When Zhang Ziwen was drinking chicken soup and eating, Lu Qingman was holding the paste soup powder and soaking the fritters and eating, he was stunned for a moment and thought that it was right, people invited me to eat and didn't let others eat it? Zhang Ziwen quickly finished eating and drinking the soup, but this crockpot soup and a bowl of rice were just enough for him to make a foundation.

Zhang Ziwen stretched out his hand to get the rest of the paste soup powder, but he ran into Lu Qingman's hand, who had just finished drinking a bowl of paste soup powder and then stretched out his hand, and both of them were stunned for a moment.

Zhang Ziwen didn't expect that Lu Qingman, who ate lunch and then ate a bowl of soup powder, would still be able to eat. At this time, Lu Qingman was stunned because he found that he had missed the order and forgot to order Zhang Ziwen's share.