The old table of mahogany looks like it has been around for a long time, and of course the antiques of this era are worthless, and even the money of most countries has long been worthless.

Zhe Qiuhong sat alone in front of the table with one chair.

This is not the time for meals.

The voyager had just returned here with the corpse of Zhi Shouchao from Xinbie Lane, and after arriving at the ground, Zhi Qiuhong got out of the car and said the first thing he said: I really want to eat now.

Zhi Shouchao died, he died completely on the road, time has been calculated to the end, in the absence of a life source energy block, even Zhi Qiuhong can't hang his life.

When the body was rewrapped and carried out of the car, Zhe Qiuhong turned his head into the kitchen, washed rice and cooked a pot of rice.

And then she doesn't cook either.

...... In a small white bowl, the rice is firm and shiny.

Zhe Qiuhong lowered his head, went down with a very ceremonial chopstick, stuffed his mouth bulging, and then began to chew very hard.

The subordinate temporarily brought two small plates and carefully placed them on the table.

One of the dishes is a pickle that the people of Shenghai love every day, and the other is expensive caviar from Xiong Zhanli.

Zhe Qiuhong didn't even pick it up, chewed quickly for a while, swallowed the dry rice, then lowered his head and took another big bite, and continued to chew silently and vigorously.

The first bowl, the second bowl, she ate quietly and vigorously, not only did she not speak, but her eyes were a little heavy when she went out, and she did not even have an expression, neither anger nor sadness.

Soon, the third bowl ......

Since she was very young, Zhe Qiuhong was a child who was not allowed to complain, whether it was grievance, anger, pain or entanglement, she was not allowed to express it.

This is part of the training and education of the successor of the voyage, and the little girl's emotions cannot be vented to others, nor can she get any comfort from others.

If she's depressed or insane?

This only proves that she is not suitable, and the successor training plan fails.

Fortunately, in that process, Zhe Qiuhong found a way to vent his emotions alone - eating, hard, and eating a lot.

If it weren't for her later learning and growth, she gradually looked down on a lot of things, developed a rational and calm personality, and was emotionally stable most of the time, she would have exceeded her current weight long ago.

Silent, Fourth Bowl......

Some of the subordinates around her who didn't watch her grow up have begun to be a little sluggish.

Looking back, it seems that when my mother died, I didn't eat too much, and I was not particularly sad in general, just like my mother saw her own death very plainly.

"As for Shouchao, apart from family affection, maybe because I still remember him clearly when he was a child and a teenager, and I can't accept that he finally became like this and came to this point. ”

"And then my emotions today, maybe the reason is not only the death of Shouchao, but also the loss of some other things. ”

This is a person who can analyze his emotions objectively and rationally even if he is in the midst of emotions.

However, she has now eaten her sixth bowl of rice in a row, and will soon have her seventh bowl...... It can probably have a small half bowl.

The small rice pot was already empty, and even the bottom and walls of the pot were scraped.

Zhe Qiuhong scraped it himself, and he scraped it very carefully and carefully.

"Fat man, fat doctor, fat doctor, fat fat ......" The last half bowl of rice was held in his hand, and a certain person's voice suddenly sounded in Zhi Qiuhong's mind.

At the same time, a high-level sailing officer saw that she had finally eaten almost, and finally couldn't help but speak: "Young Master's ...... of hatred"

He wanted to say that the young master's revenge was avenged, but after half of the words, he probably felt that it was too difficult, and he was stuck there, and he didn't know how to continue.

"Actually, it's just a matter of ability. Because there was still the last bite of food to swallow, Zhe Qiuhong's answer was a little vague.

She swallowed her meal, looked up and continued:

"People with different positions do things for their own cognitions, goals, and principles, whether it is a conspiracy or a military superiority, but in fact, it is just a matter of success or failure. ”

"So, there is no need to talk about hatred. ”

"Go ahead and do what you can, and don't forget that we have more important things to do. ”

After speaking, the whole person seemed to have changed a state, giving people the feeling that she was back to herself, Zhe Qiuhong put down her chopsticks and got up to leave, and the small white bowl on the table was clean.

“...... Hiccup!"

............

After the body of Zhi Shouchao was cremated, Zhi Qiuhong and the people who sailed away quickly left Shenghai, but the stream remained for a few days after the sharp stream.

In the past few days, Han Qingyu went out one morning to send Xiao Xinghe back to school.

The reporter got the news out of nowhere, and hundreds of people arrived at the scene in advance, blocking the entire school gate early in the morning.

On the street that day, Zhi Shouchao asked those words after all, and Han Qingyu admitted after all, a rusty pear vortex slash was not enough to prove too much......

As Wen Jifei and the little prince expected, after the cheers and celebrations on the spot, when the world returns to calm, doubts, worries, and panic will return.

Fortunately, Han Qingyu didn't have much feeling for these now, he calmly took Xiao Xinghe's hand through the crowd, sent him to the classroom on the second floor, and greeted the teachers and classmates along the way.

When I came back, I passed the school gate alone.

"Young Major, do you really have amnesia?" After being scared for a long time, I endured it for a long time, and when I saw that people were about to leave, a reporter at the scene finally couldn't help but shout out.

Han Qingyu stood at his feet, paused and turned around...... He didn't look angry or agitated and nodded, "Hmm." ”

A well-worded, "Wow!"

The noise was not very loud, probably because of Han Qingyu's calmness, which also affected them, but all kinds of complex emotions were gradually heating up.

Major Qing lost his memory, and after the knife at the zenith, he was seriously injured and lost his memory, forgetting the battle and the glory...... He himself admitted it.

"Then, Young Major, has your strength really declined?"

"Are you okay, are your injuries healed?"

"In this case, will you still go on the Lost Continent Expedition in two months?"

"You'll be back, right?!Definitely will!"

“......”

For a time, hundreds of reporters spoke, shouting and asking questions from various emotions and various thinking angles, making the whole scene noisy and chaotic.

In the cacophony,

"Will go. Han Qingyu picked one of the questions to answer, and after answering, regardless of whether the reporters heard it clearly or not, he turned around and left the scene again.

After this day, the young major, including the others who were sharp in the stream, did not show their faces again. By the time someone heard the news, they had already left Shenghai.

Asked where they went.

Said to go back to his hometown.

The reporters knew that they were not allowed to go to the hometown of Major Qing, and they were not even allowed to inquire and discuss too much.