It was getting late, Chi Xiaoye took a bath and put on the pajamas prepared by her grandmother, the pajamas were made of mulberry silk, silky and docile, soft and cool.

She thought, grandma is so good, I hope the old man can be healthy and live a long life.

This is Zhao Zhouhan's room, she will inevitably be curious, and she can't sleep, so she looks around.

The wardrobe was empty, with only a few military casual clothes hanging and some white shirts with yellowed collars, which I think had been many years ago.

Behind the desk was a large decorative cabinet with numerous epaulettes, medals, trophies, and stacks of red certificates of honor.

Chi Xiaoye was really shocked, this cabinet full of Zhao Zhouhan's military exploits, all of which he had earned in exchange for his life.

She sighed deeply that the title of "the first wolf warrior in the military region" is not called casually.

There was also a large, thick photo album in the corner, which she looked at curiously.

The album is full of photos of Zhao Zhouhan from childhood to adulthood, don't look at him now cold and ruthless like facial paralysis, when he was a child, he looked like he was laughing, silly and silly, but it was very cute.

There are many photos of Zhao Zhouhan when she was a child, and Chi Xiaoye laughed while looking at them, each of which made her laugh.

Later, when he grew up and went to school, there were fewer photos, and when he grew up, there were even fewer photos, all of which were photos of military uniforms, and the last few pages of the album were still taken on TV.

This thick album records Zhao Zhouhan's growth, and also records her mother-in-law's deep love and longing for her son.

Chi Xiaoye envied him inexplicably, he had his father to teach, his mother to hurt, and his grandmother and grandfather's pet, how happy, it was simply a collection of thousands of pets.

She closed the album and was about to put it back when a photo suddenly fell from the album.

The photo fell to the ground and split in two, and it turned out that the two photos were stacked on top of each other.

However, these two photos are different from these other prints, which are two Polaroids.

Chi Xiaoye bent down to pick it up, the man in the photo was a teenager, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, looking radiant, as if it was a picnic party, he was sitting on the dinner cloth under the shade of the tree, holding the guitar, showing a handsome and charming smile.

"Yo, you can play the guitar? Not bad. ”

She smiled and whispered, eager to see the photo below.

This...... It was actually a selfie of Zhao Zhouhan and a girl, Chi Xiaoye took a closer look, and saw that the two of them were very close to each other in the photo, the girl was holding his neck with one hand and holding the Polaroid with the other, and both of them were smiling very brightly.

At that time, Zhao Zhouhan was really young, his smile was warm and soft, and any angle was just right, but the youth and immaturity on his face still couldn't stop his handsomeness, which was like two people like the cold and stern statue now.

The girl smiled very sweetly, her eyes were crooked, the corners of her mouth were crooked, and the two of them stood together, handsome men and beautiful women, with a face.

Chi Xiaoye looked at it for a while, a little stunned, she thought, this is probably Zhao Zhouhan's youth, this girl has accompanied Zhao Zhouhan's youth, I don't know where they are now, I don't know if they are still in contact.

There are also words written below the polaroid, Juanxiu's handwriting, not Zhao Zhouhan's handwriting.

The solo photo reads - "Wake up every day, the sun is with you, this is the future I want." ”

The group photo reads - "The happiest moment for a person is to find the right person, who spoils you, indulges your habits, and loves everything about you." ”

The payment was made exactly 10 years ago.

Ten years ago, Zhao Zhouhan was 20 years old, the same age as her now.

Chi Xiaoye was stunned to receive the dog food from ten years ago, his heart was dull, and a strange taste lingered in his heart.

However, who hasn't gone before, not to mention that they are just fake marriages, even if they are really married, she can't interfere with his past, who hasn't had a past, who hasn't had a youth, who hasn't had a person buried in his heart?

He has it, and so does she.

The young man in white, with a good demeanor, the person she was waiting for was just a teenager in her memory after all.

Chi Xiaoye was inexplicably empty-hearted, and hurriedly stuffed the two photos into the album, and she didn't know which page they fell out of, so she stuffed them indiscriminately.

After that, she stopped looking around, and it was always bad to peep into other people's rooms to peep into other people's rooms.

She lay down in the bed with a thief's heart, and there was a photo of Zhao Zhouhan's military uniform at the head of the bed, as if she was being stared at by him, she grabbed the quilt and covered her head, and the seams were not exposed.

In the early morning of the next day, when the eastern sky was polished, Zhao Zhouhan's operation was finally over, fortunately he brought a helmet and a bulletproof vest to protect important parts so as not to damage his life, but he was hit by a lot of shrapnel in the back of his arms and thighs, and it took more than ten hours to remove the shrapnel that had been cut deep into the flesh, and some had been pierced into the bone marrow.

He came out on his stomach, the injuries were all in the back, and his limbs were wrapped in gauze, which hurt to look at.

Zhou Chengcheng kept watch outside all night, and when he saw his son come out, he let go of a hanging heart, "Son, son?" …… Doctor, when will he wake up? ”

"Mrs. Zhao, please rest assured, Team Zhao has woken up inside just now, and he is also very tired this night, and he is asleep at this time."

"Oh, good, good, how's his injury?"

"There were countless flesh wounds, but fortunately, they didn't hurt the viscera, and I took out seventy-eight pieces of shrapnel, seventy-eight pieces, and this night, the two main knives took turns to change three times before they were all taken out steadily."

Zhou Chengcheng's eyes turned red when he heard this, seventy-eight shrapnel, which means at least seventy-eight wounds, densely distributed in a few small places behind his hands and feet, which is really chopping meat.

"Then ......," she choked up, "will that scar be ugly in the future?" ”

The doctor was relieved: "I can't guarantee this, Mrs. Zhao, you also know that some scars can be retired, and some ...... I can't retreat, this time the wound is almost connected into pieces, the shrapnel has claws, and the wound is bigger when it is taken out, but like Zhao Dachang, he doesn't care if he leaves a scar or not, is there less scar on his back? ”

"Well, I know, I am...... It is...... I feel sorry for him. ”

"Mrs. Zhao, we all feel sorry for him and admire him, so all our medical staff will give the best care, don't worry."

"Thank you, for your hard work."

Soon, Zhao Zhouhan was transferred to the ward, and the nurse closed the curtains in the ward, and tried to do things as lightly as possible, so as not to wake him up.

Zhou Chengcheng stood beside the bed, looked at his son, and sighed vigorously.

Suddenly, Zhao Zhouhan spoke up, "Mom, what are you sighing for, I'm not dead." ”

"Are you awake?"

"Hmm."

"When did you wake up, why don't you sleep more?"

"I just woke up, and I woke up at dawn."

"Does it hurt?"

"Okay...... What about Chi Xiaoye? ”

The corners of Zhou Chengcheng's mouth froze slightly, and his face hung up suddenly, "Ask her as soon as you wake up, are you embarrassed?" ”

“……”