No. 3 could not calm down his anger, so he naturally went back. No. 1 could not come forward in person, and it was also impossible to announce the news of the South China Sea battle. Of course, he was confused and had no choice but to look at him like this, without saying a word.

When it was the Kyoto Military Region, there were some small situations in the Chen family. Long Feiyun was still waiting in the Chen family. Like Long Feiyun, there were also a large number of journalists and refugee families coming from the South China Sea. Almost all of them stood outside, holding flags in their hands.

At this moment, the rain began to drizzle, wetting all the people who came to petition.

Chen Yuyang was standing in front of the window, looking at the scene below from afar, feeling sad, tears flowing down his eyes. Even Zhuge Qingqing, who was standing behind him, began to sob, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes. Zhuge Qingqing sighed: "I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it!"

The two did not expect that it seemed to contain too many meanings. Perhaps they did not expect that this incident would react so much to the Chinese people, perhaps they did not expect that their men had such a high reputation among the people, or perhaps they did not expect that the weather would change as soon as possible.

Chen Yuyang's reputation is not bad for the world, especially after recapturing the South China Sea islands, it reached a peak. However, this does not happen today. What is more important is that Chen Yuyang dares to fight abroad and fight iron-bloodedly, and there is no lack of accumulation of various rumors.

For example, the legend about Chen Yuyang's retreat in Shaolin for two years, the legend of the true body of the Buddha, and the shocking words in the military courts, and the unremitting efforts of Qiyang Media over the years, which has created Chen Yuyang's position in the hearts of the people today.

Such a solid belief is based on brave actions, sharp style, mythological legends, and the grand and awe-inspiring oath. The legend of the reincarnation of the Buddha made many people feel thrilled, treating this young general, a figure like a star, as a god, an existence that saves the world.

But the same thing is said, the greater the strength, the greater the responsibility.

Looking at the people who were swaying in the wind and rain, looking at the elderly and weak fishermen with infinite wrinkles on their faces, and watching them holding slogans they didn't want to put down, Chen Yuyang was moved. He knew that he could not be as safe as his father, and be free in the world.

This is a sense of guilt that comes from the bottom of your heart.

He patted the windowsill heavily, his hands turned pale, his handsome face was a little ferocious, and all the meridians burst out from his fair skin. His bloody eyes showed a sense of ruthlessness and killing. Even Zhuge Qingqing behind him was trembling and said softly: "Yuyang!"

Chen Yuyang turned his head and did not hide the tears in his eyes. He silently said, "Well, okay! Why bother with these people?" As he said that, Chen Yuyang seemed to have made up a determination, and a kind of determination appeared on his face and said, "Qingqing, take my military uniform!"

Zhuge Qingqing was stunned, then smiled, the color on her face became a little charming. She took the black military uniform very obediently, looked at the rising red sun on the military uniform in a daze, and smiled slightly. She changed into Chen Yuyang's clothes very carefully. After that, she did not forget to put the wrinkles of the clothes. She seemed to be a well-behaved little wife.

"Did you want to persuade me very early?" Chen Yuyang asked suddenly.

Zhuge Qingqing nodded: "In this world, I don't say that I know you the best, but at least one of the few people who know you the best. Instead of spending this way, it's better to do something. In this way, at least you will feel better and you won't feel guilty. As for me..."

Chen Yuyang brushed Zhuge Qingqing's cheek with pity and said, "You always consider me and when to consider yourself. In this way, I will sit in this position for a while, and promise that the life of Xiaoyao Hermit will be delayed for a long time. Aren't you disappointed?"

Zhuge Qingqing looked up bravely, staring at Chen Yuyang's eyes, and stared at her two eyes tightly, and then she whispered softly: "Why don't you let go of yourself? And I seem to be used to thinking about things for you. As for the life of the free hermit?" She smiled sweetly, and the woman said cutely: "Didn't you say we still have a long life?"

Chen Yuyang was stunned. Zhuge Qingqing really touched him too much, too much. He didn't dare to think about it. Without thinking, the guilt in his heart would be more. He gently pinched Zhuge Qingqing's nose with his big hand and smiled: "Wait for me, I promise you what I promised you, we will do it slowly together. You said right, we have a very long life, and we can live a long, long time!"

When Chen Yuyang spoke, he didn't look back and went out directly. However, only Zhuge Qingqing knew that his heart hurt, sore, and softened. There was still a smile on his face, but no one knew whether the smile was self-deprecating or bitter.

Dingdeng, the sound of military boots kept ringing in the corridor. Long Feiyun was holding a cup of tea or a cup of clear water in his hand. Seeing Chen Yuyang, he almost came to his senses. He spit out a mouthful of water and muttered, "You kid still know, hurry up..."

As he said that, he went up to pull Chen Yuyang, and Chen Yuyang smiled and said, "When will your leader of the Dragon Group have free time to come to my house for tea?"

In these words, there was a strong sense of sarcasm, but Long Feiyun didn't care and said hurriedly: "Hurry up, hurry up, if you don't come out, the matter will be really big. There are countless people gathered in Tiananmen Square, and they all want to see you. They want to see you. You can do it, don't be a child!"

"I know!" Chen Yuyang nodded and said, "Aren't I coming out?"

Long Feiyun hurriedly pulled Chen Yuyang out: "Get on the car, hurry!" Long Feiyun's words seemed to have no intention of negotiation, but Chen Yuyang shook his head and pushed Long Feiyun's hand away. Then he saw a figure in a black military uniform appearing in the drizzle. The cold wind blew by, like a steel knife, cutting Chen Yuyang's bones and flesh.
Chapter completed!