Rena, high up, like a goddess. The pen, fun, and pavilion www.biquge.info make every man in the audience dare not look directly, and they will be ashamed of themselves if they look at it more. It makes people naturally feel a sense of distance, and although they are in the same world, they are people on two levels. The scrivener suddenly felt that there was a huge gap between him and Rena, and it was a special gift from God to be able to cross paths before, and now that God had taken back the gift, he might never have the opportunity to get close to Rena, even if it was just to say a word.

"Look at what, old generation, let's go quickly." Song Da tongue urged.

The scrivener sighed softly and walked out of the conference room with the flow of people. Outside the house, the starry night was clear, the wind was very cool, and people couldn't help but shiver. The scrivener box and Song Da tongue and others are at the end of the flow of people, and people of their status can only be at the end. Master Sun Liren went out from the corner door next to the rostrum, and there was no chance of getting close to the scrivener box, so it was inevitable that he would be disappointed, and it would be nice to be able to say a few words to Master Sun.

The scrivener was walking thoughtfully, and suddenly his right hand was grabbed and dragged back. He subconsciously looked back and saw that a strange British soldier was holding his hand.

Rena! Two words popped out of the scrivener from the bottom of my heart. Even though the other party was wearing a man's military uniform, he recognized it at a glance, because they were too familiar with each other. That kind of breath, that kind of sound, all it takes is a little bit of information to make out.

Rena put her finger to her lips and made a silent gesture. The scrivener quickly shut up, if she hadn't reminded him, he would have really shouted out. Rena pulled him away from the crowd and walked into the barracks. She was familiar with the place, and she skillfully dodged one sentry after another. The scrivener has been silently following, and the two hands have never let go.

At the gate of the camp, Song Da tongue walked and turned his head to look, and the scrivener box was gone. He searched through the crowd and saw no one. But I didn't care too much, maybe the old generation was depressed and left alone.

On the other side, Scrivener and Rena enter a small dark house. There were lights in the house, but they weren't turned on. The two looked at each other face to face, and they were separated for half a year, and it was hard to imagine how that kind of longing survived. The moonlight was like water, sprinkled on Rena's face, her fair skin was covered with a layer of silver, and her blonde hair was shining.

The two had a lot to say, but at this time they were speechless and didn't know where to start. Rena's face rubbed against the scrivener with a pair of jade hands, a rough and weather-beaten face, angular and masculine. The light was dim, but it couldn't stop a wisp of heroism between the eyebrows. This oriental man is too attractive, at least in Rena's eyes.

The scrivener also rubbed Rena's face, which was a delicate face without any blemishes, and the skin was very delicate, like congealed cream, not at all like a soldier. The blue eyes showed tenderness in the moonlight. "We only have twenty minutes." She said to the scrivener, her voice soft and seductive.

The scrivener held Rena tightly in his arms, his lips caressing her forehead. Rena looked up in response, two fiery red lips meeting the scrivener. There are not too many words, just the joy and impulse of reunion after a long absence. He tore at her uniform so violently that the buttons were torn off.

The moonlight was beautiful, but at this time she hid in the clouds, as if she was shy......

When Rena puts on her clothes again, she tells the scrivener that it's time and they all have to leave. The reunion is so short, and the parting is always reluctant. Rena said that she had just returned from the UK and that there would be many opportunities to meet in the future.

The scrivener was silent, what could he say, and subconsciously felt that the two had a sense of distance. She was able to sit on an equal footing with Master Sun, Merrill, Bonott and others, which he could never have imagined. How many secrets are still in this Englishwoman. "Are you really just a captain?" The scrivener asked abruptly, asking this question in such an atmosphere as if it seemed so out of place.

"Yes, didn't you already know. But I have another identity: Louis. Envoy of Lord Mountbatten. Rena replied, rubbing one hand against the sturdy chest of the scrivener.

"Isn't General Mountbatten's envoy Hudson?" Scrivener questioned.

"Hehe......" Rena chuckled, pushed open the scrivener and got up from the bed, tidying up her military uniform. Obviously, she is not good at dressing as a man, and her wide military uniform is loose on her body. The two buttons that were torn off could not be sewn on the spot, they could only be opened first, and the career line was looming.

The scrivener was a little dazed, it was undeniable that this was a stunner, and he was already inevitably obsessed. "You haven't answered my question yet." He continued to ask.

Rena had already sorted out her clothes and looked out the window at the moonlight like water, "Who told you that Lord Mountbatten only had one envoy?" Senior Colonel Hudson and I are both representatives of the Lord. ”

I see, the scrivener didn't say anything anymore, and she had a new understanding of the woman in front of her, and she had kept this secret for so long. Even if he is as close as him, he didn't get half a point of news. This woman is very wise, separates personal feelings from national interests, and has never been lost.

Scrivener couldn't help but wonder: if his interests and the British Empire conflicted, what would Reyna choose? The question was tempting, and he wanted to know the answer. But the words didn't come out of her mouth after all, because it would make Rena very difficult. As a good friend of hers, this dilemma should not be raised. A good friend shouldn't embarrass a good friend, that's a real friend. Thinking of the word "friend" and smiling, what is he and Rena, are they just friends?

Rena didn't know what the scrivener was laughing at, but she knew one thing: the time had exceeded her expectations and she couldn't delay any longer. "It's time, we're going to break up." She said again, with a lot of reluctance in her tone.

The scrivener quickly got dressed and followed Rena out the door. It's cold outside, it's the second half of the night, and dawn will soon come. Under Rena's guidance, the two walked all the way out of the barracks, passing through several checkpoints in between, because she had special documents, and the road was unimpeded.

The two people at the gate of the camp were separated, and the four words of reluctance could not summarize the mood at this time. Rena pretended to be happy and said that she would stay here for a long time and that there would be many opportunities to meet. What can the scrivener say, and he turned around and left.

When he came, he came on horseback, but when he walked, he could only rely on his legs. Because the others have already left, two or three people squeeze a horse, and one less is not visible at all. Guard Tang and Song Da Tongue thought that Lao Dai had followed someone else's horse.

At dawn, the air was cold, and the scrivener trotted to the regimental headquarters. After a while, I sweated and didn't feel cold. As I walked, I pondered what had just happened, it was so dramatic, there was indignation and emotion, there were surprises and surprises. In addition to Commander Sun Liren, Jim left the deepest impression on him, this American Air Force lieutenant colonel is different from other American officers, at least he is full of a sense of justice, and he has said a fair word for the Chinese soldiers.