Chapter 11: What about people?
"Well, wait a minute." Bei Xiaoya opened her mouth to stop him, "What about your major?" ”
The soldier straightened his back, but his eyes were still looking at the ground, "Our major is in a meeting. After saying that, he didn't stop for a moment, and walked out of the house quickly.
Bei Xiaoya has something on her mind, and she doesn't know the taste of the food. She hadn't eaten since last night, and she couldn't even notice any hunger in her stomach. It's not like her at all, who takes food as her motto. Eventually, he forced himself to take a few bites of rice and then lid the lunch box and put it aside.
Finally, in the afternoon, she heard a knock at the door, and she hurried to open it, but there were still soldiers delivering food at noon.
"The Major told you to go to the small conference room."
Small meeting room? Where the army was meeting, what did she do with one of her family members?
Bei Xiaoya didn't have time to think about it, so she reflexively locked the door and followed the person to the small conference room.
Before she entered the conference room, she saw Yu Yang standing at the front desk from a distance, she paused, turned around and walked to the back door.
There were five or six people sitting in the front row of the conference room, and she casually glanced at them and found that they were all family members in the courtyard. Yu Yang stood in front with his hands behind his back, energetic and high-spirited, as if he was a little injured. As soon as she entered the door, Yu Yang cast her eyes over, and her face was still expressionless as usual.
Bei Xiaoya noticed that his gaze did not raise his eyes, but went straight to the empty seat in the back row and sat down, his eyes drifted out of the window, looking like he had nothing to do with himself.
She sat for a while, and a girl ran in with a whimper, and before she could see who it was, she had already pounced on Yang with someone. Yu Yang subconsciously glanced at Bei Xiaoya's direction, and a trace of panic flashed on her face, but it was fleeting, because the woman in the back row was holding her hands on her chest and looking like she was watching a play.
"Brother Yu Yang, I heard that you were injured, is it serious? Does it hurt? The woman who cried close to him raised her head with rain and looked at him with concern.
Yu Yang pulled her out of her arms with an expressionless face, "I'm fine." The tone was faint, and no emotion could be heard.
The woman was pulled out of his embrace, feeling a little lost in her heart, but she quickly adjusted, and her white hand climbed up Yu Yang's arm again, and her movements were natural and intimate.
"Is it the injured arm?" The voice is delicate and weak, and the warmth can pinch out the water.
Bei Xiaoya looked at it coldly, although she couldn't see any emotion on her face, she had already greeted the eighteen generations of these two people in her heart.
Dare to invite these people to watch the two of you play an emotional drama, she can sit down below with this real card, can you be more restrained. You don't want this face, I still want it.
Bei Xiaoya's brain spun rapidly, thinking about what the chances of going up and beating them up now and then successfully escaping. She had seen Yu Yang's skills, and her own punches and kicks were not at all like him, and there was a soldier standing on his right side, and it was even more impossible to fight two.
If the man can't beat the woman, then hit the woman? The drama of playing the junior has not been seen in the previous life, and after the fight, I am shooting a video, and the two of them are on fire as soon as they are passed on the Internet, and it is quite cool to think about it. Bei Xiaoya couldn't help but be happy when she thought about it, and she didn't notice the smile on her face.
Yu Yang was a little blocked when he saw her coldly watching from the sidelines, but at this moment, he actually smiled, and he was laughing very happily, and he was in a worse mood.
He pulled the corners of his mouth at the person beside him as if relieved, and quietly brushed off the soft wattle on his arm. With such a smiling expression, Ding Xiaobei forgot to cry, with tears on his cheeks, and looked at him blankly. This man usually has a cold face like an unruly lion, and his handsome face always looks like he is thousands of miles away. Rao didn't stay by his side for a long time, knowing that he cared about friendship, she didn't dare to approach him so unscrupulously. Although she only bent the corners of her mouth, it was very rare for her to see it.
Just as he was losing his mind, another person walked in outside the door. Wearing an olive green military uniform, he was tall and thin, his skin was much whiter than Yu Yang's, and he also wore a pair of black-framed glasses on his face.
Yu Yang gestured to the soldier on the left when he stood still, and he took a few steps sideways to the side, giving up the middle position.
The soldier received his instructions, straightened his back, and stood in the middle with his hands pressed against the seams of his trousers.
The people below were originally watching the play one after another, but now seeing this situation, the atmosphere became inexplicably nervous, and they opened their eyes wide one by one, and they didn't dare to make a sound.
"I was in charge of standing guard at the lookout yesterday, and in the morning I saw her shoveling grass in the field," he said, pointing to Bei Xiaoya, and then pointing to Zhao Jun's family and continuing: "As soon as she left, this person shoveled again in the place where she had just finished shoveling the grass, and you can clearly see the vegetable seedlings she shoveled." But I don't know exactly what kind of vegetable it is. ”
After saying that, he took a step back, still standing straight with his back straight.
At the bottom, because of his words, he became restless again, and everyone turned their eyes to Zhao Jun's family and whispered.
Zhao Junjia's originally somewhat dull yellow face turned red at the moment, and it looked as ugly as a misadjusted paint board.
The face of the soldier who came in later also changed, his white face turned red, and his eyes looked at his own woman indisputably. He was already dissatisfied with the marriage arranged by his parents, he had no culture and could not communicate, and now he has done such a stupid thing, and his face has been lost.
Yu Yang, who was on the side, walked on the stage again, glanced at the audience with cold eyes, and said, "This is the army, a place with discipline." In the future, whoever is making small moves here and making the family yard smoky and miasma will pack up their things and go back to their hometown. ”
After Yu Yang finished speaking, he turned his eyes to Zhao Jun's family and asked, "Do you have anything else to say?" ”
Zhao Junjia looked up and saw his look of not being angry but threatening, his legs went limp, and he almost sat on the ground.
Ding Xiaobei has a good relationship with her, and she naturally knows about this matter. Thinking that she was also trying to vent her anger for herself, she naturally didn't sit idly by, so she immediately pleaded: "Brother Yu Yang, the sister-in-law of the Zhao family didn't mean it, don't embarrass her." The tone is still like pinching his throat, delicate, and people can't help but be moved when he listens.
Yu Yang listened to her words, frowned slightly, and his face was a little displeased, "You don't mix everything with it." The tone of his voice was also impatient.
Ding Xiaobei was very good at looking at his face, so he immediately shut up and stopped talking. No matter how good the relationship is, it is worth her to make Yu Yang angry.
Zhao Jun's family was reprimanded when they saw Ding Xiaobei open his mouth, knowing that he couldn't escape today. She stood up tremblingly, then turned to Bei Xiaoya and said respectfully, "I'm sorry." ”
The parties have always maintained the demeanor of watching the play, and they didn't take this matter to heart. She just felt sorry for the melon seedlings in the field, who they recruited to provoke whom, and suffered this catastrophe in vain.