Chapter 487: Joannao: I don't want to get the certificate so quickly

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"Xiaoyu, do you have a dream?"

When the helicopter landed, there was a huge roar and a frantic air current, and the rain that shook and fell was scattered. Xia Wushuang couldn't hear it, the rain wet the sea in front of his forehead, and the rain on the tips of his hair flowed down the ground, through the bridge of his towering nose.

Mo Xiaoyu broke free from Mo Lixiao's tight embrace, rushed into the rain, hugged Xia Wushuang, who was half-kneeling on the ground, in his arms, and nodded desperately. Under the roaring helicopter, Mo Lixiao, who was dressed in a dark green military uniform, sighed, and had mixed feelings in his heart: Is this Nizi finally in love?

He leaned on the landing gear and looked at it for a while, then turned back to the engine room and said, "Bugs, let's go back"

"I'm Cao!" The thunderous voice of insects in the cabin said, "That's our girl!" ”

Mo Lixiao turned around and walked into the cabin, without the slightest drag of mud and water: "If Xiaoyu is wronged in the future, the one named Xia Wushuang will wait to die." But at this moment, the loss of soul that accompanies him is the thing that can make her happy. Let's go, I still need to lead the team to the southwest tomorrow to carry out a mission. Not surprisingly, at the end of the year I will be moving up the next level. We are small, I don't hide it from you, like us people, why don't we use good resources. I also want to wait for Xiaoyu to hold up a piece of the sky for her when she needs it in the future. ”

What can be trusted about a man who can only pat his chest and pack tickets? I want the strength to be absolutely crushed.

This is Mo Lixiao.

"Yes, a 28-year-old major, it is also rare in the military region" The bug laughed and said: "You bastard, in my lifetime, I want to see you with my own eyes against the general." ”

Speaking of Mo Xiaoyu's side, Xia Wushuang felt a deep frustration for the first time.

From the moment he received the tip, justice for the imprisoned women was his only belief as a young journalist. This road allowed him to see the complicated faces of people from all walks of life.

None of this can stop a person's beliefs, so what?

It's just that sometimes, one disappointment after another is like a drop of water through a stone.

Mo Xiaoyu held him in her arms, and the warmth in her arms was just a drop in the bucket.

"Master", Mo Xiaoyu pressed against Xia Wushuang's forehead and said softly: "Do you remember what you said on the first day I first joined the newspaper office, when I was clumsy and didn't understand anything and was teased by them?" ”

"What did I say?"

In the summer of July 2016, at the door of SH Fengyun Newspaper, a timid little girl came. She dragged a half-person tall suitcase alone, and failed to walk the more than 100 steps in front of the newspaper office after three attempts. She really likes to be a reporter, after all, three generations of her family are soldiers, and according to the old lady's expectations, she should also be a "green flower in the army" wearing a green military uniform. It's a pity that she likes to occasionally wear a floral dress and walk around the city with a social camera and Mike.

Unlike her, when Mo Xiaoyu arrived at the newspaper office, it was just the old lady's secretary who said hello to someone. And Xia Wushuang worked hard for a year and a half in order to get this opportunity, and at that time, because he exposed the evil behavior of a star-rated catering group that reused gutter oil, he had the opportunity to turn positive, and even the report that every word came from him, but his name was not available when he saw the newspaper.

But at that time, Xia Wushuang was still very satisfied: how much glory is it for a child who walks out of a ravine to engage in a career he likes, or a journalist as the legendary uncrowned king? What's more, the pursuit of fairness and justice is the only belief he wants to be a journalist.

When Mo Xiaoyu dragged his big suitcase and couldn't walk up the steps, it was Xia Wushuang who had just bought a brand new suit after taking the bonus, and he had come out of the first location return agency this month, which was the time to be in high spirits.

He passed by Mo Xiaoyu and picked up the box in her hand: "New here?" ”

Mo Xiaoyu was grateful, and was extremely well-behaved and trotted all the way to follow him.

Xia Wushuang saw her timid appearance, turned around and smiled: "Look at your dress, it's July again, you look like you just graduated and came to intern, right?" ”

Mo Xiaoyu's face was flushed, and before his little question could be spoken, he was seen through by the cool man in front of him.

"Worthy of a big reporter!" Timid, she was excited, that's all.

"Come on, reporters are a good choice!" The first time they met, Mo Xiaoyu was sent to the Personnel Department, and Xia Wushuang left.

At that time, he was young, confident, wise, and couldn't defeat anything, Mo Xiaoyu knew that there was something in this man's eyes, at that time she thought it was passion and unruliness, but later she knew that it was him.

When they met for the second time, Xia Wushuang went to make coffee, just in time for Mo Xiaoyu, who was in a hurry, was being teased, and Ni Zizheng was at a loss for what to do, and her face was flushed.

"Go, go, you guys are all scattered!" Xia Wushuang drank away a few jokers, rubbed Mo Xiaoyu's head, and said into her eyes: "The path you choose must be what you like." Isn't that right, Mo Xiaoyu? ”

"I don't understand, how do I know your name?" Xia Wushuang smiled

When you were in the HR department, you said it yourself.

"Master, the path you choose must be what you like, right?"

Like at that time, Mo Xiaoyu gently softened Xia Wushuang's soaked hair, and said softly, "Master, let's go back." Don't worry, I will accompany you to investigate this case, as well as Senior Sister Shangguan. ”

Xia Wushuang stood up, his legs were already numb, he and Mo Xiaoyu supported each other, and staggered towards the ferry. Mo Xiaoyu didn't forget to call Shangguan Qinglin and ask her to help arrange a hospital bed.

The rain stopped, and the sparse stars could be seen gradually.

On the ferry of the last meeting SH, Xia Wu held hot tea in both hands, leaning on the railing to watch the waves surge. A pair of headphones, each plugged into their ears, inside is the song "New York" that Xia Wushuang often hears

"Xiaoyu", he turned his head to look at Mo Xiaoyu, and said sadly: "Xiaoyu, this is too difficult." ”

But his eyes are still so powerful, the same as when they first met.