Fucheng entered the thatched house with a somewhat unpleasant face, Xia Jianguo and his wife had already been separated by his subordinates who had arrived first, and now he could just interrogate people directly.

In order to create some sense of oppression, Fusei closed the door directly after entering the house.

But the condition of this thatched house is really not very good, and there are loopholes in the roof.

Today's sunshine is full, and the rays of sunlight on the roof are pouring down from the cracks like warm yellow high-light columns, giving the room an inexplicable sense of "fairy cave", which is completely lacking in the cramped, depressing, and breathless feeling he wants.

Fukujo felt even more irritable in his heart.

Since Xia Jianguo entered the room with another man, he sat on the chair next to the interrogation table without saying a word and waited for the interrogation, with no waves on his face.

When he decided to protect it, he was ready to die, and now his condition is much better than he imagined.

I made up my mind that no matter what Fukujo said, nothing would be done.

Fucheng saw his calm appearance, and his heart became even more angry.

With a cold face, his very intimidating gaze was fixed on Xia Jianguo's face, his hands were propped up on the table, approaching Xia Jianguo, who was sitting on the chair, and his tall figure gave him a certain sense of oppression.

His voice was lowered and he deceitful Xia Jianguo, "You should know what I came to you for, I advise you to explain honestly."

I'm sure you've heard about your eldest grandson's death, right?

At the age of 13, he was so young, and he lost his life because he was sent down by you.

I feel sorry for him. ”

Xia Jianguo: ......

Hearing the news of the death of his eldest grandson, the serious atmosphere in his heart was a little unserious, and his originally calm face was directly broken.

After all, he had just watched the child go to school this morning, and he had personally stuffed two large meat buns into his lunch box.

How awkward it sounds to hear this now.

Because he tried his best to hold back a word, the expression on Xia Jianguo's face was a little distorted, which successfully made Fucheng misunderstand that Xia Jianguo was angry because of the death of his eldest grandson, and his face was distorted under the suppression.

He was satisfied, lowered his body, the expression on his face was gloomy and compassionate, and his extremely oppressive eyes looked at Xia Jianguo, "I heard that you have a very good daughter?"

With parents like you who have a problematic identity, he can still be admitted to the army as a platoon commander, and his future must be bright.

You don't want this to happen to your daughter? ”

Xia Jianguo's face was light, but his heart was already full of anger.

This is a naked threat!

Although he thinks that his daughter's merits are so great, he will protect such a talent by all means.

But there are no absolutes, and it's not the first time that these people have no lower limit to do things, and people who even start with a child still expect them to have any moral bottom line?

Without waiting for Xia Jianguo to speak, Lu Qiangguo, who had been sitting on a chair without saying a word since he entered the house, suddenly spoke up at this time: "The duty of a soldier is to protect his family and defend the country, and it is inevitable if he really sacrifices his life for the country."

Every recruit who enlists in the army should make this preparation before joining the army.

Even if Comrade Fu wanted to reform Comrade Xia's thinking, he could not put forward such absurd conditions as protecting a certain soldier and escorting him. ”

This is too righteous and strict, and it is completely upright, so that people can't refute it when they hear it.

If the two people in the room couldn't hear that he was pulling the shelf.

Fucheng: ......

Xia Jianguo: ......?

Xia Jianguo raised his head, and for the first time, his inquiring eyes fell seriously on the thatched hut that he had been sitting in the corner, a quiet man who didn't say a word but had a great sense of presence.

When the man came in with Fukujo, he had thought that the man was one of the interrogators.

Because of the special temperament on his body, he also raised his vigilance a little.

But it doesn't seem like that now?

Lu Guoqiang saw Xia Jianguo looking at him and nodded slightly to him.