When leaving the military district, the sky was almost dark, and the sky was still hazy. The rain stopped to rest for a while. The wet air was filled with a faint fragrance of grass. The green mountains in the distance were lush and verdant. Even though it was a bit lonely and desolate, it was not enough to reduce the sacred majesty here. (No pop-up ad)

The old leader Zhan and Zhengcomman Yu seemed to be respected by the older generation of soldiers in the military region, so Xingye clearly felt everyone's sincere respect for them. Wherever they went, soldiers saluted them. The commander of the military region was also a cheerful soldier in his fifties. He was able to talk to the old leader Zhan and took several leaders of the agency and department to accompany them to have a big meal at the guesthouse in the military region. It was not until the sky darkened that he realized the passing of time.

Zhan Beicheng was very depressed. He was keen and had long noticed Xingye's unnaturalness. After a meal, his indifferent face had an occasional professional smile, socializing the toasts of the military leaders, and thanking Political Commissar Yu and others for adding food to her, he didn't say a word to him.

How smart the Political Commissar Yu was? His eyes seemed to see through everything, and he could easily see the discomfort between the two. So, after dinner, she urged the old leader Zhan to leave quickly, leaving Zhan Beicheng and Xingye to walk slowly behind. The elite eyes looked at Zhan Beicheng thoughtfully, with a trace of dissatisfaction.

"You are not happy." Zhan Beicheng, who was walking beside Xingye, suddenly spoke in a low voice, awakening Xingye, who had been walking quietly with his eyes down.

The sudden voice surprised Xingye. The inexplicable depression flowing calmly made her chest a little dull, her soft red lips were tightly closed, as if she was not going to answer his words, and she crossed Zhanbei City with a slightly heavier pace.

"You don't plan to talk to me anymore." His low voice was filled with a hint of forbearing anger. You know, he had already walked from the guesthouse along the way and tried his best to slow down his voice. Why did this woman just keep silent? Her attitude made him very angry.

But a certain girl still did what she wanted, not seeing a certain comrade's tense poker face in her eyes at all. She raised her faint starry eyes and glanced at Zhan Beicheng lightly. Her footsteps did not slow down and she kept walking into the parking lot.

"I'm back, you don't have to send me." A light tone floated over and ignited a comrade's forbearing anger in an instant.

"Stop it!" After increasing the volume, Zhan Beicheng shouted in a low voice, followed with a big strode, his big hand tightly clasped Xingye's wrist, and he snatched the car keys from Xingye's hand with force, opened the car door, quickly stuffed Xingye into the car, and then threw it onto the car door with a "bang".

"What's your attitude! If it were my soldier, I would have..."

"I'm not your soldier." The indifferent voice was as cool as autumn water. Xingye blinked his deep pupils and glanced at Zhan Beicheng who was pressing on him. His eyes were a little dim. He slowly turned his head away, but he didn't want to see those deep eyes that seemed to be able to swallow her at any time.

"I don't think there is something I have messed with you, so I'll let you put a stern face all afternoon. I want you to explain it to me now, and I want to see what it is." Domineering and slightly commanding tone came, and his sharp eagle eyes stared at Xingye who was pinned down by himself. Zhan Beicheng's anger did not diminish a minute.

He was so heavy! She couldn't breathe. Her hands struggled slightly, her eyebrows frowned deeply, and her voice was very cool, "Let me go first, someone is here... I'm seen, um..."

A cool kiss fell down with his unique fresh breath, instantly blocking the rest of Xingye's words back, and an ambiguous and hot breath instantly filled the narrow space.

"If you don't want people to misunderstand, just explain the matter to me clearly, otherwise, I can't guarantee that there will be no sudden situation."

Even though he could maintain some rationality, Zhan Beicheng breathed a sigh of relief and slowly raised his head. His deep eyes were a bit rigorous, with a serious and serious look on his face, but also a hint of anxiety.

There was still a trace of confusion flowing in the starry eyes, and when he saw his rigorous and anxious look, half of his heart softened. In fact, Xingye was not angry, but his heart was a little depressed. The clear eyes were flashing with moving stars, like stars dotted in the sky. "I was not angry. You left without waiting for me to hold the handover meeting that day. In fact, it was for the daughter of the division commander under your military region, right?"

"Don't you bet! Damn, did He Ming tell you?" As Xingye's words fell, Zhan Beicheng immediately sweared uneasy, "I can't remember what the woman looks like. Do you think I will have time to see her? What's the joke? Also, don't listen to He Ming's fucking nonsense in the future, he is just a person who is afraid that the world will not be in chaos."

"You changed the subject and I want you to tell me that you left without saying a word that day just to meet your teacher's daughter?" Xingye blinked his starry eyes and looked faintly at Zhanbei City.

"Actually, a minister came to inspect the work that day, and I was responsible for the reception. Just so happened that the division commander's daughter was there." Zhan Beicheng explained in a low voice, and suddenly his black eyes lit up, and a sharp black vortex suddenly passed through his eyes. If you were thinking about it, you would look at Xingye's elegant bare face. A chuckle accompanied by a delicate pampering suddenly brushed through Xingye's ears. "A sour smell, but I'm very happy."

"Your market conditions are very good." Xingye smiled indifferently, and gently clicked on the shallow dimples in Zhanbeicheng with his slightly cool fingertips. "I do have that capital."

The distant and light voice was filled with a little sadness. How could Zhan Beicheng not hear it?

In a vague sense, she seemed to feel some changes in her heart. Xingye suddenly felt a little scared. As for what she was afraid of, she couldn't say anything.

Later, Xingye said that she wanted to go back and asked Zhan Beicheng to get off the car quickly. However, Comrade Zhan Beicheng, who had been squinting his eyes and observing Miss Xingye, did not miss the slight change in her expression, so how could he get off the car so easily?

I don’t know when it started, the depression and loneliness in her eyes had gradually become a scar in his heart. Sometimes the pain came from her. Although she wanted to say something, it seemed as if everything was still silent. Zhan Beicheng could only spread his arms and hug her tightly in his arms. The elegant fragrance was running around under his nose, and both of them were confused.

Originally, Zhan Beicheng planned to get off the car when he kissed her forehead, but after kissing her, he realized that he wanted more and realized that kissing her would also become addicted.[

Xingye, who had been in a trance, vaguely felt a faint chill coming from his chest, and his eyes suddenly became much clearer. He quickly lowered his head and found that two buckles on his chest were opened. There was a sudden shyness in his heart with a little panic uneasiness. He was about to raise his hand to stop him, and a certain comrade's hands were faster.

She quickly buttoned her clothes and pulled them all together. She heard a slightly hoarse but fatal tempting voice, "I'm sorry, I'm too anxious. Go back first. You drive back by yourself. Then hang up the phone when you arrive."

As he said that, he quickly opened the car door, jumped out of the car in a hurry, and left with a gust of wind.

A deep look was filled with a trace of depth, and a faint softness suddenly filled my pupils. Looking at the tall and majestic body gradually moving away through the car window, my heart suddenly became soft, as if it was soft and sweet.

On her elegant face, a holy and gorgeous water lotus-like smile bloomed proudly. For the first time, Xingye had the idea of ​​running a marriage, either for anything else, or for his tolerance and care for her. He gave her too much time, too much respect, and too much support. Although it was silent, she could always feel it. This feeling was like a person walking alone in the desert. In the vast and hopeless moment, his already dry body and mind suddenly encountered a cool rain, which washed away all his fatigue and ushered in another round of new life...

After returning from the military region, Xingye devoted himself to the intense work. Today, he would stay at Fengzhai for one night, and tomorrow he would go back to Zhanzhai for one night. His life was very fulfilling. In his spare time, he could accompany Zhan and his elders to see the vegetables in the vegetable garden, pick up a few grasses, or chat with the wind and sunset. Xingye was obviously very satisfied with such a life. The only thing he felt was that he lacked the breath of one person, but he still lived a comfortable life, just like now.

The backyard of Feng's house is still as beautiful as the flower stand, and the wind blows still lie quietly in the rattan chair covered with thick cushions. A corner of the blanket covering her body is almost hanging to the ground. The faint fragrance of flowers is floating in the air. A few fallen reds sway in the wind, flying towards the beautiful little shadow not far behind the rattan chair, landing on her shoulders.

"Miss, the master just fell asleep. Last night, the master had insomnia. He originally planned to call the lady, but he was worried that you had already fallen asleep, so he went to bed all night and looked like he was exhausted when he woke up this morning." Zhong Wenbo said in a low voice, with deep worries in his sharp eyes.

Xingye looked at the lonely figure with some distress, and a voice that endurance came, "Well, have you taken the medicine?"

"Not yet. The master just had dinner and now he has gone to bed again. I saw that he couldn't sleep well last night, so I wanted him to take a little more rest. It wouldn't be too late to wake up and eat again."

He nodded gently, Xingye turned his head and looked at Zhong Wenbo with some gratitude, "Thank you, Uncle Zhong, thanks to your care over the years."

"Miss, don't say anything. If there were no master, I wouldn't be who I am today. I am just repaying the master's kindness. Miss, don't say anything grateful, otherwise I would be embarrassed."

"That's the case, I'll thank you for your hard work. Then please let Uncle Zhong ask the servant to prepare a cup of hot water. When my grandfather wakes up, I can take his medicine, okay?"

"Okay, I'll go right away."

"By the way, Uncle Zhong, how did you do the last time you asked you to help build an orphanage?" Xingye suddenly remembered that he had not been to the orphanage for some days, and asked questions.

Zhong Wenbo was moved by their Miss Sun from the bottom of his heart. He had never liked to laugh and even smiled, "Miss Sun is intent. Construction has started in the orphanage. It is estimated that in one month, the Zheya Orphanage will be completed. By then, the children will be able to live in new houses and the children's enrollment problems will be solved."

Xingye nodded happily, "That's good. I haven't returned some days. I'll go back to see it when the orphanage is completed. By the way, the funding issue, you can just open your mouth. If you want to expand the orphanage, it will cost a lot of money."

The gentle voice was very beautiful. In Zhong Wenbo's impression, their Miss Sun was always so noble and elegant, not comparable to a daughter from a famous family. She was kind and respectful to everyone. The son-in-law was righteous and awesome. Such a good marriage was a perfect match. God would still favor the lady. Thinking of it, Zhong Wenbo felt relieved.

"Miss, don't worry, leave it to me. You'll be busy with the company's affairs. Master Charlie had already flew back to the United States the day before yesterday. It may take a few days to come back. The lady will take a look at the project work matters." Zhong Wenbo spoke very kindly.

"Yeah, I know."

"Then I'll go down first. The company's Ministry of Commerce will work overtime tonight and I'll rush over to go."

"Go quickly."

Soon, not long after Zhong Wenbo went down, a servant came up with a cup of steaming water and a cup of milk. Xingye made a secret gesture, took the tray, and let the servant go down.

He carefully held the tray and slowly stepped down, walked over, gently placed the tray on the low table, pulled the blanket for Fengqi, and then slowly sat down next to him, blinking his eyes with soft waves, staring quietly at the sleeping old man, his heart softened a lot.

I don’t know how long it took, but Xingye felt in a daze that he had almost become a stone tablet, motionless. Suddenly, a familiar and old voice sounded, “Is Xing'er back? Thank you all the hard work, are you tired?”

Xingye's dim eyes suddenly shone a little, "Grandpa is awake, hurry up and take the medicine first."

As he said that, he stood up and took the medicine bag open, took the water, and handed it to Feng Qi. Feng Qi did not refuse and obediently took the medicine.

In fact, he had woken up from Xingye's first step into the backyard, but he didn't open his eyes immediately, just to let his beloved baby stay with him for a while.

"Cough cough, cough cough! I'm old and useless! Cough cough!" After a few violent coughs, Feng Qi sighed helplessly, "Is things going well in the company?"

Xingye gently patted Feng Qi's back and gave him a good mood. Then he whispered while smacking his shoulders, "Are you not relieved? With Charlie, Uncle Zhong and a large group of elite teams, Feng's family will be prosperous. You can stay at home and cultivate your body with peace of mind."

"Of course I feel relieved. By the way, why didn't the child in Beicheng come back to see him?" Feng Qi asked in confusion.

Xingye smiled brightly, and his eyes were as bright as the faint and colorful lingering in the sky. "He is still in the military region and may not come back tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."

"Oh, let him come to have a meal when he comes back, and stay at home all day, so I'm so bored. Tomorrow, let's ask your grandparents to come out and have a gathering. Zhan Dapao likes fried soybeans in Xiangshan. Wouldn't you go back to Zhan's house tomorrow? Help your grandfather come out to relieve the boredom. Just say that I treat you, it's not a problem. Anyway, I'll eat mine. You are their granddaughter-in-law. It's always good to get together for a family." When Feng Qi was free, he suddenly felt bored. He lived too leisurely and occasionally felt a little empty and lonely.

Xingye chuckled softly, "Does my grandfather feel very leisurely? Then he feels a little bored?"

Feng Qi's old face suddenly had a smile on his face, "Yes, after retreating, I felt that leisure is good, but I had to find something to do, otherwise I would not live like this."

"Grandpa has just reclaimed a piece of wasteland at the Zhanzhai area and is planning to plant some green beans. It can be eaten by the end of summer. Grandma is learning to practice yarn at home. You might as well go over and take a look. Are you not old friends? It is natural to drink tea and chat together."

"What did you say? Zhan Dahuan put down his rifle and changed to learn to grow vegetables?" Feng Qi widened his eyes in disbelief, his waist straightened, looking at Xingye with a calm expression.

Nodded, Xingye smiled and said, "Of course, grandpa has been fascinated by pastoral life recently."

"Particular life!" Feng Qi cursed disdainfully, "That cannon can live a pastoral life, it will rain red!"

Xingye slowly handed the milk to Fengqi and whispered, "If grandpa doesn't believe it, you can go over and take a look. The vegetable garden over there is quite lively now."

"He can really grow vegetables when fighting cannons?"

"Yes, grandpa."

"That won't work. I have to rush over and take a look. It's so incredible. I've actually started growing vegetables! Xing'er, ask the butler to prepare a car for me immediately. I'm going to see it by the Zhanjuan!" As he said that, Feng Qi lifted the blanket with one hand, stood up quickly, and slowly left the backyard with his hands on him.

Xingye could only stand up, shook his head with a faint smile, and followed.

After arranging the car to send Feng Qi to the Zhanzhai, Xingye suddenly felt exhausted. He has been in a state of tension these days. As the bidding meeting gets closer, she is so busy that she can't separate herself. There is a problem in her heart, that is, she seems to be owing Yingying and Wang Yu and the others an explanation. So, when she received a call from Yingying, Xingye couldn't help feeling a little guilty.

With the breath of Jiangnan, in the chess club with ancient style and charm, a fresh and ancient guzheng song is slowly flowing in the air, and the faint fragrance of tea permeates the entire air. This is always a good place for many people to rest and cultivate their sentiments and soothe their bodies and minds.

In fact, Xingye's chess skills were not very good. After playing against the opponent's chess friends for several games, they all ended in a crushing defeat. In desperation, he didn't care about the taste of drinking tea, and directly poured a few cups of tea before he apologized for exiting the chessboard.

"Xingye, your chess skills are getting worse and worse. How long hasn't you practiced? I remember when you were in high school, Go was quite good. Why are you so bad at this chess? You are wiped out! If I were to play, you wouldn't lose as badly as you did!" Zhao Yingying looked at Xingye with a disappointment and slowly filled Xingye with another cup of tea.

Xingye stretched out his index finger and gently lit the table, then slowly picked up the tea, took a sip, and whispered, "I haven't had much time to practice recently. Chess skills are actually something that needs to be practiced."

"I'm very busy? I'm struggling, where have you gone? I've disappeared for so long, and I don't necessarily call me. What are you busy with if you don't see anyone but die or die? " Zhao Yingying opened her eyes wide, stared at Xingye, rolled her eyes and scolded Xingye again.

"I'm busy at work, and I can't always be so idle. I still have to take the responsibility I should bear." Xingye said with some regret, took a sip of tea lightly, and quietly glanced at Zhao Yingying and Wang Yu, with a little guilt in his clear eyes.

"When work? Then what, Zhan Beicheng can't support you anymore? You actually asked you to go out to work?" Zhao Yingying spoke in disagreement.

Xingye closed his eyes slightly, shook his head slightly, and spoke clearly, "It has nothing to do with him. I can't stay at home like this for the rest of my life, right?"

"Okay! Tell! Could it be that you want to be a strong woman too?" Zhao Yingying gave Xingye a blank look in contempt, "I said, you are stupid. Look at his military wife, aren't you just stay at home and wait for her husband to take care of her children? Are you stupid and come out to work? How tired! Look at me, now, I just put it for Wang Yu to do it, so I just go around my street, do beauty every day, and occasionally get a design drawing if I am happy, and go out to eat and drink if I am unhappy."

"Yingying, Xingye has her own ideas. Don't always instill your ideas into others." Wang Yu, who had been sitting and not talking, listening quietly to their conversation, suddenly interrupted, "What kind of job does Xingye do? Can you still bear it? If you want a job, you can come to our company and arrange a good errand for you."

Wang Yu smiled sincerely, his eyes full of concern.

A refreshing smile suddenly appeared on Xingye's clear and white face, "No need for Wang Yu, thank you, I have a good job at the moment."

As he said that, his holy face gradually became a bit serious, and his obsidian-like clear and moving eyes were filled with a bit of heaviness and apologies. "Yingying, Wang Yu, thank you for your care. If I have something to hide from you, please believe that I have always regarded you as friends. Please believe in my sincerity. I will live a happy life with you."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yingying sighed, with a hint of heartache in her eyes, and a coquettish tone came, "Okay, it's not the end of the world. Why do you say such sensational words? Of course we believe you. No matter what you do, your sister Yingying will definitely support you to the end."

"Have Xingye encountered any problems? See if we can help?" Wang Yu frowned and looked at Xingye with a gloomy face and asked with concern.

The willow eyebrows raised, and a hint of relief was hidden in his deep eyes. He stretched out his bare hands and slowly took over the handbag beside him, took out a red invitation from it, and handed it to Wang Yu slowly.
To be continued...