Zhang Ruoyu was woken up by the sound of a mobile phone.

When he opened his eyes, he heard a small sobbing sound under the bed.

What about crying early in the morning?

Zhang Ruoyu propped up his arms and looked at Han Jiangxue, who was curled up in the quilt and trembling slightly.

"Mr. Han, what the hell do you look at in the morning to make yourself cry? Still don't let people sleep? Zhang Ruoyu sat up against the back of the bed and lit a cigarette with a sleepy face.

When Han Jiangxue heard this, she immediately turned off her mobile phone and stopped sobbing.

The beautiful eyes are ruddy, the pear blossoms bring rain, and it is indescribably pitiful.

"Didn't see anything." Han Jiangxue secretly wiped away her tears, her voice a little choked.

After she woke up, she saw a video of General Zhang's actual combat exercise, which was the most popular on the whole network, and the picture was thrilling, which made her realize how heroic a real soldier is.

Subsequently, big data pushed countless videos about General Zhang to her, most of which were spontaneously made by netizens.

The more she looked, the more moved she became, and the more she looked at it, the more she admired this legendary god of war, her savior.

But she watched countless videos, but none of them showed her face, not even the side face.

General Zhang is famous all over the world, but until he dies, no one knows who he is or what he looks like.

Even if in this vast sea of people, I am fortunate to pass by him, but how can I recognize him? How to say thank you?

Seeing that Han Jiangxue didn't care about herself, Zhang Ruoyu took a cigarette in her mouth, squinted and turned on her phone.

Good guys, the whole network is there to mourn General Zhang, and the video is more tragic than the other, and the other is more exaggerated than the other.

It feels like this grandson has saved the entire galaxy!

Zhang Ruoyu casually clicked on the two videos and glanced at them, slightly satisfying his vanity, but every time at the end of the video, he lit a bunch of white candles, and frantically summoned General Zhang's soul there, which was really unlucky to watch!

Zhang Ruoyu felt that the top was a little too much, isn't this a waste of public resources?

"Han Jiangxue, I think you're a little too much." Zhang Ruoyu exhaled a thick cigarette and said to Han Jiangxue, who was folding the quilt.

"What's excessive?" Han Jiangxue was in a depressed mood, and she had to drive to the memorial service for a while, so she had to prepare a little.

"Anyway, we're husband and wife, right? You cried and mourned other men in front of your husband early in the morning, and you were still teary-eyed, looking like you had nothing to love. ”

"Have you considered my feelings?"

Han Jiangxue's face tightened and said, "Don't say that General Zhang once saved me, even if I'm just an ordinary woman, can't I cry for General Zhang's sacrifice?" ”

Zhang Ruoyu pouted and said, "Can he hear you cry loudly?" ”

When Han Jiangxue heard this, she asked in a cold voice: "Aren't you General Zhang's brother and comrade-in-arms?" Aren't you sad at all? Not sad? ”

Zhang Ruoyu changed his words when he heard this, and said in a deep voice: "My tears have already dried up!" ”

Han Jiangxue didn't want to talk nonsense with this bastard, so she frowned and said, "The memorial service will start in two hours, you can prepare." ”

"What? I'm going too? Zhang Ruoyu's expression was strange.

"You don't want to go?" Han Jiangxue said unexpectedly.

It is not an exaggeration to say that this guy is not only General Zhang's comrade-in-arms and old friend, but also has a deep friendship with those Beimang troops.

He didn't want to go to such a formal occasion?

"It's easy to feel sad when you go to this kind of place, and I really don't want to hug and cry with everyone." Zhang Ruoyu said in a deep voice. "It's so shameless."

Besides, who attends their own memorial service? Isn't that hell!

Han Jiangxue frowned slightly, knowing that this bastard didn't want to go, maybe he was really afraid that it would be too uncomfortable.

But there are some things that have to be faced after all.

"Go ahead, just say goodbye to General Zhang." Han Jiangxue got up and said.

Seeing this, Zhang Ruoyu was no longer stubborn.

He said he wouldn't go, because he really didn't want to go.

There, there were so many things he didn't want to recall. If you go, it will only add to the sadness.

After simply packing up, the two put on the black funeral dress that Han Jiangxue had prepared a long time ago.

Han Jiangxue glanced at Zhang Ruoyu, who was dressed in black, especially the well-defined side face, and the deep eyes that suddenly looked back at him.

Her heart trembled.

That look in the eyes, that side face, she seems to have seen in the video just now.

It's a bit similar to General Zhang!

"You think I'm handsome in this, too?" Zhang Ruoyu said proudly. "Back then, General Zhang praised my temperament for matching black, especially this slim suit, which can show my coldness and wildness."

Han Jiangxue glanced at Zhang Ruoyu, this guy is flamboyant at the moment, probably to hide the pain in his heart, right?

Don't take out the negative emotions to affect others, at least in this regard, this bastard is quite a gentleman.

"Let's go." Zhang Ruoyu's eyes once again appeared frivolous and exaggerated, as if he had seen it for the first time.

Just now, this girl may have seen some clues, no, she has to be more restrained in the future, she can't casually show the charm of the god of war, she really wants her identity to be exposed, not to mention this life, she will not let go of herself in the next life.

"Oh." Han Jiangxue relieved herself and shook her head self-deprecatingly.

Maybe it's just that I'm feeling a little low and hallucinating.

One is a cook who has been a cook for ten years, and the other is a national god of war who is famous all over the world, the backbone of the nation.

How can there be any resemblance?

Han Jiangxue felt deeply remorseful and felt that she had insulted General Zhang.

"Let's go? What are you doing here? ”

Zhang Ruoyu's noisy urging sounded in his ears.

"If you slow down, you won't be able to catch up with the feast!"