Zhan Beicheng said that if it weren't for that quiet night and that intoxicating lonely moon, he wouldn't have been able to wait for that beautiful encounter, nor could he have been able to wait for her. So, he was grateful to that night and the breeze moon. (Good novel)

During the Qingming Festival, the continuous rain enveloped the whole world in a soft haze. What soft raindrops, carrying a stream of sadness in the rain alleys in the south of the Yangtze River, flew down from the sky. The slight spring breeze was like the trickle of water flowing eastward in the hot spring. Although it was a little cold, it was as soft as the light sponge. It stretched out its fingertips, and a drop of water quickly touched its fingertips. The cold touch was like the delicate cross quietly sliding across the palm of the hand...

The city that had been noisy all day long finally fell into tranquility on such a rainy night. Without the noise of the day, this city can actually be regarded as a beautiful and peaceful place, especially on such a rainy night.

City z is a beautiful city surrounded by water and mountains. A turbulent and majestic river divides the city into two halves, spanning the center of the city, like a flying dragon flying in the clouds. There are many tall and majestic bridges built on this river, with different shapes and curved arch bridges, and of course there are also huge suspension bridges hanging with ropes. The bridges are built in different ages. Some are just built, and some are of old age.

Just like the bridge in front of you, it is a stone arch bridge, a large stone arch bridge, and the railing carved with dragons and spitting beads is already very old. The entire bridge carries the vicissitudes of like walking from ancient times. The slightly faded railing records its witnesses of countless winds and rains.

What is a bridge? Some people say that it is the most convenient passage for people to walk from one end to the other, while others say that it is the last beautiful scenery at the end of the road.

But is this really the case? No one can give a definite answer. Maybe, what do you think it is, it is what it is!

The night is vast and the rain is not heavy. People stand in the rain for a long time, and then they slightly soaked their shoulders.

A military jeep slowly drove towards the bridgehead. The speed was not high and very slow. Suddenly, the car stopped not far from the bridgehead. There was another jeep behind it, and it also stopped with the car in front.

"Chief of Staff!" I saw a young officer in high spirits walking down in front of the car. He was wearing a brand new and straight green uniform. He looked particularly dazzling under the faint street lights. He walked to the back seat of the car with steady steps, opened the rear door, and shouted respectfully to the people inside. (Good novel)

Soon, a tall and straight body walked down from the rear seat, wearing a neat and handsome green military uniform, a simple military jacket on her shoulders, a mighty military cap on her head, and a pair of shiny military boots on her feet.

At first glance, the man was about 1.8 meters tall. Under the military cap was a tough and cold face, with a bit of firmness and decisiveness, and thick ink eyebrows, especially those eyes, sharp and calm, as if the eagle fighting in the sky was shining with a deep light, a high nose bridge, a tight thin lips, and a slender finger were already covered by the white gloves. The bronze skin, with the dim street lights, looked infinitely charming, and his tall and courageous figure all showed his calmness and calmness, and his justice and persistence!

The man slowly got out of the car, raised his noble head, looked at the stone arch bridge in front of him with a firm look, then quickly withdrew his gaze, raised his footsteps, and walked forward. The officer who was opening the car door in front immediately followed, and the other two soldiers who got off the car behind him were also closely behind him.

The man walked to the middle of the bridge and stopped his footsteps. His black eyes were bright and he looked at the shimmering and dark river water.

"Chief of Staff! What are you looking at? It's still so cold on this rainy night, and you haven't had a meal yet!" The officer followed the man's sight, stretched his neck, stood on tiptoe, and looked under the bridge. Except for the water flowing eastward, there was no other thing to see.

The man withdrew his eyes quietly and looked at the officer calmly. He was low and powerful, and he heard it with an elegant voice, "Xiao Meng."

"Yes!" The officer immediately stood attentively and saluted!

"When was the last time we came back?" the man asked in a low voice.

"Report to the Chief of Staff! It was the fifth day of May last year, and it happened to be the Dragon Boat Festival! The answer was over!" The officer replied, and then put down his saluting hand.

The man's black eyes flashed, and then looked at the slightly undulating river water, and said in a deep voice, "Then we haven't been back for nearly a year."

"Report to the Chief of Staff, we haven't been back for 317 days!" The officer remembered it very clearly.

The man didn't say anything anymore, looked deep at the river water, quietly watching the colorful lights reflected in the water on both sides of the river, and of course the faint lonely moon in the sky. It's really rare. On this drizzling night, you can even see such vast moonlight.

Perhaps because of the weather, there were very few pedestrians on the road at this time, and occasionally one or two people would pass by trotting and passing by. It was too late to notice that there were so many people standing by the bridge.

‘Bang’, suddenly, a sound of something stumbled to the ground came from ahead.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't mean it!" An apology rang urgently.

The man raised his eyes quietly and looked across the bridge. He saw an easel upside down on the ground at the corner of the bridge pier, with a few white paper scattered on the ground, and there was also a painting that should not be finished. He couldn't see what was on the drawing clearly, but he could vaguely see that there were some scattered stains on it, lying alone on the wet ground. Of course, there were two pencils and a black backpack next to the painting.

A man desperately bowed his head and apologized, while a woman stood upright opposite him. The man looked upward, wanting to see the woman's appearance clearly...
Chapter completed!