"Besides, if we run into any trouble, we still have the village chief and the others."

"Comrade Lu Zhaolin, please take care of yourself. I wish you a safe and smooth journey, and all the best!"

Upon hearing the news that Lu Zhaolin was leaving, it would be a lie to say that Song Qinghe wasn't sad.

But he is a soldier, and soldiers should take their duties seriously.

Song Qinghe had already thought it through when she chose him.

What do you need to face if you want to date a soldier?

Lu Zhaolin had prepared a lot of things to tell Song Qinghe, such as telling her to eat well, and telling her about farm work.

For example, he would worry about her a lot after he left.

But these words, though on the tip of his tongue, were swallowed back down.

That's all nonsense.

Lu Zhaolin knew that Song Qinghe would definitely take good care of herself. She was like a green bamboo growing on the edge of a rock, standing against the wind, full of resilience.

No matter what kind of wind and rain it may bring, it cannot be broken.

Lu Zhaolin, who had been on edge, finally felt relieved.

Zhao Jianjun stood aside watching the situation, feeling so anxious that he felt like he was about to get blisters on his lips.

What's going on?

Is their battalion commander dating someone?

Could this girl be his girlfriend?

It turns out the battalion commander didn't like men, he liked women, but he didn't like women who weren't good-looking.

Although this girl has dark skin, it can't hide her natural beauty at all.

Zhao Jianjun clicked his tongue in amazement. Now he would have plenty of gossip to tell when he got back.

Take a closer look; you'll have more material to share when you get back.

The moment that thought crossed my mind, I met a cold, icy gaze.

Lu Zhaolin also noticed Zhao Jianjun's expression and gave him a cold glance.

Upon noticing this, Zhao Jianjun immediately averted his gaze, focusing his attention on his nose and his mind.

He saw nothing.

Lu Zhaolin paused for a moment: "Wait for me at the alley entrance first, I'll pack my things."

Zhao Jianjun immediately replied, "Yes."

After saying that, he turned around and marched away in a very measured and precise manner.

Seeing his actions, Song Qinghe couldn't help but chuckle: "Are all the soldiers in your battalion like this?"

Lu Zhaolin remained silent: "Not really, you'll see when you go."

A simple sentence stirred a ripple in Song Qinghe's heart.

The way Lu Zhaolin said it made it seem like he was already thinking about their future together.

Song Qinghe felt a sweet warmth in her heart. If a man plans to include you in his future life, it at least means that he is willing to be with you at this moment.

And I'm very willing.

But what about his own identity?

"Lu Zhaolin, pack your things first, I have something to tell you."

"you say."

Lu Zhaolin wasn't in a hurry to pack. He only had a small package. The reason he sent Zhao Jianjun away was simply to take the opportunity to talk to her.

After all, who knows when we'll meet again?

Song Qinghe first glanced around warily, closed the door, and then said, "Regarding my identity, I am from the Song family in Shanghai. My grandfather is Song Yiren. You should have heard of his name when you were in the army."

The main reason is that Song Yiren was considered a "red capitalist" back then, and he had extended a helping hand when the country was in trouble.

Moreover, Lu Zhaolin's identity is not simple.

He should know something about it too.

People like them share information.

Lu Zhaolin was indeed quite surprised, a look of astonishment flashing across his eyes: "Song Yiren—"