Although the old leader Zhan was so enthusiastic that he wanted to cook himself and drink the turtle soup for his grandson Zhan Beicheng stew pot, it was a pity that Zhan Beicheng did not stay at home for dinner. So, when the old leader Zhan Yu Political Commissar Yu was under huge pressure, he tinkered in the kitchen for a while, and finally, he was carrying a basin of pig food to serve the table, and when he was wearing a military windbreaker, wearing a white glove, he went downstairs to walk out the door. (Good novel)

"I've eaten, where are you going? Come, I stewed the turtle soup, how do you taste it?" Old Chief Zhan put the pot of soup on the table with a 'bang', and then the servants brought the food one after another.

Zhan Beicheng raised his eyes suspiciously at the eager-looking old leader Zhan, raised his eyebrows, and looked at the pot of soup, with a few slices of stewed yellow vegetables floating on it, and the fine green green scallions that had just been cut and put down. The edges of the pot seemed to be stained with some burnt black, so there was no appetite!

"I made an appointment with someone, you can eat it yourself. Go back to the military district tonight." After saying that, he had already stepped out of the door with eager steps, and he didn't hear the roaring voice of the old leader Zhan. He ran faster than a rabbit along the way!

"Cheng'er! Cheng'er! Come back for me! I specially stew it for you! Stinky brat! Did you hear it!"

"Tsk tsk! I'll just say it! Even the pigs dare not eat the stewed things, and they dare to give them to the small town. You, just solve them yourself. Wuji and Awen just called back and said that they were eating outside. We don't have to wait for them. You have to finish what you cooked! This turtle is very rare, a waste, absolutely shameful! There are no cats and dogs at home, so you can do it!" Political Commissar Yu looked at the old leader Zhan with a gloomy face and a little aggrieved look, and said with a smile.

The old leader Zhan was angry and turned his head to look at Political Commissar Yu. He got angry and quickly grabbed an empty bowl next to him, held the basin directly, poured a bowl of soup full, and drank it while blowing.

"If you solve it yourself, solve it yourself! It's delicious! It's delicious! It's no need to eat! I'll drink soup tonight!"

"Drink it! No one robs you, remember to finish it!"

"Hmph! After drinking it! Must finish it!"

...

He walked out of the villa door with great strides, raised his hand to hold the brim of the hat, simply sorted out his clothes, pulled the windbreaker on his shoulders, and Xiao Meng had already welcomed him.

"Chief of Staff? Are we going back to the military district? We haven't eaten yet!" Xiao Meng looked at the dark sky. He hadn't eaten yet, so there was no need to be so anxious when he was on the road?

Zhan Beicheng half-squinted his eyes, glanced at Xiao Meng indifferently, and said in a deep voice, "Approve you to continue eating your meal, go back immediately after eating, I'll go out to do something, you don't have to follow me."

"But Chief of Staff! I'm not relieved..."

"This is an order." Zhan Beicheng hurriedly said, and the man had already walked towards the military Hummer. "I will rush back by myself. You will go back after you finish eating, and before you can call the name later."

I sat in the driver's seat, looked at Xiao Meng and Lao Xu again, and reminded me before starting the engine.

When the car turned the winding street and stopped in the small building that was not familiar, it was already dark. It was the foggy spring, and the night was stained with a faint mist, gray.

After the fire was turned off, Zhan Beicheng quickly got out of the car, locked it neatly, and walked towards the stairs with big strides.

When the sudden doorbell rang, Xingye was sitting on the soft sofa holding a bucket of instant noodles and watching the city's news. Although it was not a hot-blooded person, he was very enthusiastic about national affairs and a young man in his prime, but it was always right to understand some current affairs and politics. He gently placed the things in his hand on the table, pulled the paper on the coffee table, poured a cup of tea and drank it in one sip, wiped his mouth, and then Xingye went over and opened the door slowly.

Opening the door, through the security door, Zhan Beicheng's handsome and resolute face immediately came into his eyes. Xingye suddenly felt a sense of surprise in his heart. He looked at Zhan Beicheng with some surprise, but quickly lowered his eyes.

A stream of light quickly flowed through his eyes as dark as the starry sky. Zhan Beicheng just lowered his head slightly and glanced at Xingye, then raised his hand gently and buckled the door. His low and powerful voice passed through the slightly cool air, "Open the door for me."

He raised his eyes gently, his slender eyelashes covered his beautiful eyes as cold as a star. His slender fingers touched the door lock and quickly opened the door.

"Why did it take so long to open the door? Have you eaten?" After crossing Xingye, he pulled down the windbreaker on his shoulder, threw it on the sofa, then walked to the coffee table and poured a cup of tea and drank it.

Xingye frowned slightly, looked at the tall and straight man's unrestrained movements, lowered his head leisurely, closed the door gently, and then moved over.

"Dinner tonight?" Through the white gloves, Zhan Beicheng stretched out his index finger and pointed at the bucket on the table, tilted his head and stared at Xingye deeply.

Xingye suddenly felt like he was caught in his heart. He wanted to do something bad. He was a little insulted. His fingertips were slightly held together, and his clear eyes seemed to feel a little nervous.

"The rice for a person is not too much, not too little, it is difficult to cook. If you cook too much, it is a waste. I don't like eating rice that is separated by a meal." Xingye explained simply, and his beautiful face brushed over a hint of embarrassment, and his curved eyebrows frowned slightly.

A faint feeling of distress flashed across the dazzling black eyes, and the deep eyes fell on Xingye's white and delicate face. The slightly pursed lips trembled slightly. He walked over a few steps, took off the white gloves and coat on his body, only wearing a military green shirt, rolled up his sleeves, then picked up the instant noodles on the table and walked towards the kitchen.

"You go wash rice and cook, I'll cook, and I'll rush back to the military district later. I'm very hungry."

Zhan Beicheng did not lie. He was really hungry now. He originally wanted to come over and take a look and then go back to the military district to solve his stomach problem. Seeing this woman, she wanted to spend a night with these few noodles. Somehow, he felt a little angry and depressed, but he didn't know what to say. He thought that when it was time, he just made a meal and went back.

"Have you not eaten yet?" Xingye looked at the somewhat gloomy handsome face and asked indifferently.

"Not yet." After speaking, the tall figure had disappeared from the kitchen door.

Xingye took a breath and had to follow him.

The refrigerator has a lot of ingredients. It was bought by Xingye a few days ago, and there were some vegetables, fruits and vegetables sent by some kind neighbors. Needless to say, those were of course chosen by the political commissar and the others. Otherwise, Xingye rarely bought meaty food on weekdays. It’s not that she likes to eat vegetarian food but not meat. But her cooking skills are more ashamed. The things she cooks are naturally edible, but how does it taste like? That’s hard to say! But thinking about it, she has only a few days in the year, and she can cook and improve her cooking skills. It’s naturally a fantasy.

The kitchen is completely deserted. She squinted her deep eyes and looked at the placement of the things in the kitchen. Zhan Beicheng was absolutely sure that she had never used the kitchen within the previous week. I don’t know what life she lived!

Looking at the pile of buckets on the top of the refrigerator, a trace of helplessness flashed through his sharp eyes, frowned, and reached out to sweep them all into the garbage basket next to them, and then slowly picked out the ingredients from the refrigerator.

Beef, chicken, carrots, peas, eggs, tomatoes, cauliflower.

"Why throw away my noodles? I just bought them..." Xingye, who followed behind, was about to take the pot to wash rice, but found that the noodles were thrown in the trash can.

They are all barrel noodles that have not yet been opened. They just bought them from the supermarket next to the building yesterday. In order to facilitate the convenience, this is how life alone is. If you eat alone, the whole family will not starve to death.

"Expired!" replied the slow male voice.

Xingye held the pot in one hand and reached into the trash can with the other. Her slender fingers gently flipped through the shelf life line of the bucket surface, and found that there was no such thing as a shelf life. The surface had just been produced for one month.

"No, it has not expired..." Xingye said lightly, but a doubt flashed through his eyes.

"Give me, you go out and sit." He did not answer Xingye's question. He took the pot on Xingye's hand, washed rice neatly in the North City, made a fire to cook rice, and then washed vegetables in an orderly manner and cut vegetables. His movements were straightforward and quick, as if he often revolved around the kitchen, and he was very skillful.

A rippling ripples quietly appeared in the starry eyes, and someone's busy figure swayed in front of her eyes, like the little starlight swaying on the river. She suddenly felt that in this cold house, there was an occasional breath of someone else, which seemed a little warm. She lowered her head a little sadly, guarded her hands quietly, held her fingers slightly together, Xingye moved her steps silently, stood quietly by the refrigerator, raised her cool and beautiful eyes like little stars in the silent night, and quietly looked at the busy figure of Zhanbei City.

Perhaps, the unstoppable indifference had dissipated a little. The ice and snow under the ice pupils had already shown signs of melting. Some things were slowly recovering. The temperature below the freezing point was rising little by little. I don’t know how long it took, Zhan Beicheng, who had been busy struggling with the spatula, seemed to feel the slightly cool gaze behind him. He turned in surprise and found that his Starry Night girl was standing quietly beside the refrigerator. He occasionally looked at him, and occasionally looked at the dishes in the pot. He looked like a child who had been hungry for many days, waiting behind his mother, waiting for her mother to prepare the meal on her hand...

"Are you very hungry?" Zhan Beicheng's deep eyes locked on Xingye's indifferent little face and asked in a deep voice.

Xingye pulled his eyes back from the pot and met the bottomless pupils. After a few seconds, he nodded gently, "I haven't eaten for two days."

As expected! Zhan Beicheng felt depressed in his heart, he calmly withdrew his eyes, turned his head to stir-fry the dishes in the pan, but a gentle word came over, "I'll let you eat a few more bowls later."

"Please the dishes!" Before Xingye could react, a plate of fried peas with chicken was ready, and the tempting aroma filled the entire kitchen. Xingye felt as if he hadn't eaten for centuries, and his stomach was very noisy. He moved slowly and picked up the dishes silently.

Afterwards, the same was true for stir-fried carrots with beef. Of course, Xingye was very active in preparing the dishes and chopsticks. Soon, the meal was ready.

"There is wine in the refrigerator." Looking at the man opposite him holding the rice intently, Xingye reminded him.

"Don't drink anymore, wait and drive later." Zhan Beicheng moved the served rice to Xingye, and soon served a bowl for himself, took a few sips of the soup, and then started to pick up the bowl for dinner.

"Why are you so hurrying?" Xingye asked indifferently, holding the chopsticks in his bare hands and starting to eat.

Zhan Beicheng suddenly felt a little frustrated, his black eyes sank, and he said in a deep voice, "I took advantage of the time to come back to see it, so I naturally have to rush back."

"Yeah." Xingye responded before lowering his head to eat.

"Don't eat that bucket of noodles in the future. If you don't have time to cook, you can order takeout. Isn't there a fast restaurant not far from here? Just hang up a phone call, there is no need to be unable to get along with your stomach."

Since he has a strong memory and has always maintained a keen observation ability, he has only been here twice. Zhan Beicheng has already gained a certain understanding of the situation here.

The tone of light repulsion, in Xingye's ears, was not a repulsive disgust, but a sense of inexplicable warmth, but she did not answer, and her lowered eyes flashed with beautiful little waves. To be honest, she seemed a little uncomfortable with having such a person around her caring for her, which would make her feel as if she was being cared for by someone in her palm, but she would only become more fragile in the future.

So, a cool voice brushed through the French sycamore eroded by the cold rain and came faintly, "Don't care about me, I'll get used to it."

The alienated words sounded like a cold fire burning in the snow in Zhan Beicheng's ears. The cold steel guns shattered the skin. It was a slight sense of hot pain. Although it was not obvious, it was enough to make people notice it.

"If I don't care about you, who else can I care about?" A very natural sentence approached Xingye's defense line. In Xingye's dazed eyes, there were already a few pieces of meat emitting an attractive fragrance in the bowl in front of her. "Life is like a war. After burning the boat, only by moving forward, without retreating, walking forward, noble head, only by walking forward and looking forward can you have a way out. It is stupid to use the past to make things difficult for yourself. Indulge in memories, be complacent, and be cowardly. I believe you must understand these principles."

Zhan Beicheng's words were like the rapid summer rain, dripping heavily on Xingye's heartstrings, dispersing into thin raindrops, passing through the tight strings. Xingye suddenly felt a gust of sadness like a cold wind. The starry eyes that had experienced vicissitudes were dyed with a trace of undispelled fatigue, and his lonely voice was still a little hoarse, "I understand, but too deep memories are not easy to forget, so I need time. Don't they all say that time is the best healing medicine? Speaking of which, it is far easier than doing. I'm really okay. You don't have to worry about me. Eat, I'm really hungry and have good skills. I didn't expect that the dignified Chief Zhan would cook."

I don’t want to continue the topic just now, Xingye can only change the topic.

How could Zhan Beicheng not know Xingye’s thoughts, but he couldn’t bear to expose her scars again.

"I was sentenced to help with my grandfather for a while. I took advantage of that time and learned a little. Later, I was sent to the northwest. The conditions there were relatively poor. When I went out to train, I was hungry and often had to have a small meal by myself."

"Have a small hospital myself? Haven't been arrested?"

"Who dares to capture me?" Except for the old leader Zhan!

"Well, but that's right. You are the superior. Even if your subordinates see it, they can't do anything to you." Xingye nodded in understanding and replied indifferently.

Zhan Beicheng's black eyes flashed, and Qinghe's colorful flashed quickly, "You can see it simply, I have superiors, otherwise, do you think I will run to the northwest by myself?"

As soon as these words came, Xingye raised his head in surprise and looked at Zhanbeicheng brightly, "Do you don't like Northwest?"

"It's not a question of whether you like it or not, but if you go and experience it, it's a good choice. However, I think I'd rather like to return here. Although the area here is far less vast than that of the northwest, it's a little more popular than that of the other side, like a place where humans live. There are other deserts, there are wind and sand, and the conditions are relatively difficult." Zhan Beicheng answered Xingye's question very casually, but he couldn't help but feel nostalgic and reluctance in his heart. After all, he had just returned from there not long ago, and his longing had not faded away much, but his comrades there would still flash through his mind from time to time.

Xingye raised his head slightly, looked at the man holding a bowl opposite him and fell into deep thought. He suddenly lowered his eyes and said calmly, "Actually, you are still missing the life over there, right? I think that many times, when you stand on the land over there, you will not think about how reluctant you will be when you leave, until you really leave. Looking back, it turns out that nostalgia is just like this, and it arises naturally. All the ordinary days that have passed there have become extremely deep, so sometimes, I don't want to leave, I want to stay there, and I won't leave."

"Well, what I said makes sense. Although the wind and sand over there are strong and the conditions are harsh, I admire the scenery over there, I yearn for life over there, and I like the soldiers over there, too."

When she heard that he liked the scenery there, Xingye quickly burst into her heart. Traveling was her favorite exercise, especially traveling alone with the color of a painter, carrying an easel, driving alone through the high mountains and rivers, gurgling streams, free and unrestrained, and leaving all her worries behind.

So she asked with some hope, "Is the scenery over there very attractive?"

Hearing this, Zhan Beicheng stopped the chopsticks in his hand, staring eyes circulated, glanced at Xingye quietly, and then nodded, "Well, it's not bad, it's a good place to travel. If you have the opportunity, I can take you there. After a while, I may have to go back there and take you with me. There is no problem. At that time, I will approve you to visit our Northwest Army, so that your insights in the military will have a level of awareness."

As soon as Zhan Beicheng finished speaking, Xingye remembered the fact that she showed off her opinion to him on the phone that night, and she couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

"You think I haven't said that." Miss Xingye suddenly felt her cheeks warm up slightly and said with embarrassment.

"I didn't laugh at you, why are you embarrassed? Your opinion is special. If you take you over, don't you know it? Practice is far more realistic than theory. You have to remember this." The inevitable habit of being in a commanding and serious tone, this is Zhan Beicheng.

Xingye frowned slightly, raised his head lightly, and quietly looked at Zhan Beicheng with a serious and handsome face, but no longer refuted anything. He just spoke lightly, "Okay, I won't tell you this, have a meal."

"Yeah." He responded simply, and the chopsticks that stopped soon continued.

...

As a result, Xingye, who had always had a small appetite, actually ate two bowls of rice, all of which were served by Zhan Beicheng, and the dishes on the plate were also swept away by the two.

When the lights of thousands of houses are on the verge of cool nights, the wind is very soft. The vast sky is clearly embedded with stars. The moonlight on the sky steps is particularly bright. However, it is not a full moon, but it is just half the moon, with some gaps, but it is very soft. A faint light lingers around the moon, with a clear and hazy feeling, which is a rare intoxicating night.

"Okay, you don't have to send me away. I'll leave. You can clean up the dishes and chopsticks, I have to rush back." Zhan Beicheng hurried down the stairs and faced the Xingye Road behind him.

Xingye followed behind him, silently walking to the stairs. When he saw the military Hummer, he noticed that Zhanbei City, who was walking in front, stopped and immediately stopped.

Xu Ran turned around, staring at Xingye with deep eyes as deep as the sea, and then she realized that she was just wearing a thin autumn clothes, her thin body was very thin. She frowned and immediately pulled the windbreaker on her shoulder and put it on Xingye's shoulder. "There is no more clothes outside than inside. I'll leave and I can't catch up!"
To be continued...