"I..." Wen Xin hesitated for two seconds.

He was driven downstairs by the gloomy-faced Yama.

Wen Xin: “…”

What did she say wrong?

No wonder the book describes the hero as a “flower on the high mountain”. It’s too hard to pick. Is it growing on the top of a snowy mountain?

In Wen Zheng's experience, it is very easy for a girl to chase a boy. At least in her experience, even if there is only a layer of gauze between them, a little flirting will do the trick. But she kissed the boy twice on the mouth through the gauze, but still failed.

I always feel that what is separating her is not a veil at all, but a barrier!

…

The next morning, Wen Xin made beef burritos. After frying the crispy pancakes, she spread homemade spicy beef sauce on them, put in the freshly fried tender beef slices, and finally put a few slices of green vegetables on them before rolling them up in the pancakes.

Wen Xin saw that he was eating and seemed no longer angry, so she approached him shyly.

As soon as he came over, he looked up, staring at him with sharp black eyes, "What are you doing?"

Wen Xin: “…” What’s going on? Is it impossible to get even a step closer?

"Nothing." Wen Xin muttered softly, feeling somewhat disappointed. She found it unbelievable that she was kicked out of the stairs yesterday.

She had never been treated like this in front of a man since she was a child, and her self-confidence was almost shattered. She was just testing whether he was still angry, but the result was just as she thought before, he was not someone who could be easily flirted with, and if she was not careful it would have the opposite effect, as expected! When she went downstairs yesterday, she felt very disappointed.

No wonder it took Victoria Song two years to catch up with him. She is worthy of her reputation as the flower of the high mountain! Now, I have to be wary of her as if she were fire, and keep my eyes on her as if she were a dangerous person.

"I wanted to bring you lunch, but I don't know if the military district will let me in. If not, forget it." Wen Xin was a little disheartened and scratched the table with her hands. They wouldn't even let her get close to her, so what was the point of that?

"Stay at home and don't run around." Yama looked at her, said nothing, ate the food in a few bites, stood up, put on his hat and left.

Wen Xin was unwilling to accept this. Who was she? She had been the school belle for two consecutive years. You have to know that art schools specialize in producing handsome men and beautiful women. Pick any few of them and they all have photogenic faces. The fact that she could stand out among so many outstanding looks was enough to show her excellence.

Ahem, anyway, she didn’t believe it. How could there be someone she couldn’t flirt with? Has my charm really declined?

Of course not. In such a backward era, in such a conservative world of relationships between men and women, how could she possibly lower herself?

…

The bright morning sunshine shines hotly on the glass windows of the office.

A man with a straight posture and shoulders as if stretched by a ruler is sitting at his desk, writing a report with full concentration.

At this time, a company commander from the second battalion of the regiment knocked on the door with something in his hand.

"Report."

The man at the desk said without even looking up: "Come in."

The person who came was none other than Zhao Dongsheng. His father used to be a subordinate of Yan Weiguo, and now he was a company commander under Yan Zeyang, so they naturally had a close relationship.

He strode to the desk with his things.

"It's too hot outside. I spent the whole morning asking someone for the information. I have written down the files and transcripts." Zhao Dongsheng took off his hat as he came in, unceremoniously went to the coffee table to pour a glass of water, drank it all in big gulps, and wiped his mouth after finishing.

Yama finished writing the report in his hand.

He put down his pen, picked up the file and started looking through it.

"Captain, who is this person you asked me to investigate? She looks quite normal, and has no problems with her lifestyle. She doesn't look like a spy. I have asked several of her classmates, and they can all prove that she has always lived in the local area. According to people familiar with her, this female classmate named Wen Xin lives a simple life. She has a good relationship with a neighbor's daughter since she was a child. Three years ago, the neighbor's daughter went to the countryside, and she saved her rations and banknotes to support her for three years. Now the neighbor's daughter has been admitted to xxxx University."

Zhao Dongsheng wiped the sweat from his face and said, "I heard that this female comrade named Wen Xin fainted twice due to hunger in those three years. That's all." He was also confused by the investigation. He didn't know why the regiment commander suddenly gave him a file and asked him to investigate even the smallest details of her life and lifestyle.

After asking so many detailed questions, he couldn't help but suspect that the other party was a female spy lurking among the people. However, after visiting her, he didn't think so. This girl has lived in the local area for 18 years and has never been far away. She usually doesn't go out and has an introverted personality. The possibility that she is a spy is too low.

In front of the desk, a handsome man in military uniform and short hair, Yan Motou, had a stern face and was looking at the files and records in his hands with a slightly frown.

"Oh, right." Zhao Dongsheng recalled something and said, "This girl's classmates said that she was very close to a male classmate when she was in school. He would send her home every day. But after she dropped out of school, they didn't seem to have any contact."

Yan Motou read through the few pages of records in his hand without any disturbance in his eyes, and put them aside. "Okay, I understand. You can go back now. I'll treat you to a meal another day."

Zhao Dongsheng has done his job, is that it? He was a little confused. What was going on with this investigation? Who is this Wen Xin person? Also, today was clearly his day off, and he was asked by the team leader to run errands, but he was asked to go back like this? Why can’t we do it today? Some other day?

Zhao Dongsheng looked at the serious expression of the team leader with an empty stomach and had to leave with resentment.

…

Wen Xin thought about it and asked if she could enter the military camp so that she could deliver lunch or something. It just so happened that she had never been to a military area and wanted to observe it. What did Yama Tou answer at that time? He didn't seem to say directly that people were not allowed to go, or that it was a military stronghold and no one was allowed to enter.

He just said, stay at home and don't run around. That means you can go, right?

There was no one at the Yan family during the day, so she was very idle. The refrigerator was full of food. Although there were no delicacies such as bird's nests and shark's fins, it was considered an abundant amount of food in that era. She carefully prepared some food, changed her clothes, and went out with her lunch box.

It seemed inappropriate to wear a skirt in such a serious place as the military area, so she wore a white shirt and blue pants that she had modified herself to show her waist, and combed two fluffy and natural braids, looking delicate and cute. Then she carried food all the way to the back door of the military camp.

She heard from some family members in the compound that they could enter through the back door.

She was thinking whether to ask the sentry on duty to notify Captain Yan directly, or go find Political Commissar Ye first. After all, Political Commissar Ye was easy to talk to. If she went directly to Captain Yan, she didn't know if he would throw her out. This was really possible. He drove her downstairs yesterday. She felt depressed just thinking about it.

As soon as she reached the back door, she stood at a distance at the heavily guarded gate and looked out. She saw Political Commissar Ye passing by the gate and just happened to see her.

"Hey, isn't this Comrade Xiao Wen? Why are you here?" Political Commissar Ye asked with a smile.

"I want to bring some lunch to Captain Ye. I don't know if the military district will let me in. How about you, Political Commissar Ye, help me carry it in. I'll take your portion as well." It's one thing to do, it's two things to do, and there's nothing wrong in doing a favor.

When Political Commissar Ye heard this, he was overjoyed. He really wanted the warm cooking and had had enough of the big pot meals in the cafeteria.

"Come in, it's okay." Political Commissar Ye turned around and said to the sentry, "This is the family member of Captain Yan. Xiao Meng, please register them." Family members of the troops can be visited, but their identities must be clearly identified and registered, and someone must be notified to pick them up. But with Political Commissar Ye here, it doesn't matter.

With Ye Jianzhou's guidance, Wen Xin went in without any trouble.

The military area is large, spacious and bright, with barracks, garages and high walls. There are several three-story buildings on the east side, and some training equipment and facilities on the playground. Although it cannot be compared with later generations, it still looks very avant-garde now, and there are even neatly arranged green vegetation.

"...The bungalow over there is the cafeteria. It's just meal time. You've arrived just in time. Haha, Captain Yan and I will go directly to the cafeteria in a while."

Although it was not training time, there were still a few soldiers running or playing ball on the playground. When they saw Political Commissar Ye, one of them ran over. When he saw Wen Xin next to Political Commissar Ye, he stared at Wen Xin for a long time before stammering, "Political, Political Commissar, she, she, she..."

"What do you mean by she?" Ye Jianzhou said, "She is the family member of Captain Yan."

The soldier immediately ran away in terror.

Ye Jianzhou turned around and said with a smile: "They are just soldiers who are difficult to manage. They become obedient as soon as you mention Yan Tuan."

Wen Xin: “…”

It seems that the big devil in the army is not called for nothing. As soon as he was named, he started running, at a speed of 100 meters in 9 seconds. The soldier was so scared. It seemed that he was usually nice to himself, so what was the big deal about just rushing him downstairs?

Political Commissar Ye led Wen Xin into a three-story building, went up to the second floor, and then knocked on the door.

In the office, at the desk, Yama was still writing furiously.

Neatly ironed military uniform, a Swiss watch on the wrist, a high nose bridge, sharp facial features, slightly lowered eyes, tightly pursed thin lips, the temptation of uniform, the aura of abstinence.

The warm little heart began to beat again, feeling a little suffocated.

"Zeyang, look who I brought with me? You don't have to go to the cafeteria today. Your comrade Xiao Wen came specially to bring you lunch and also brought me one. I brought the person to you and I'll take the lunch." Political Commissar Ye was a seasoned man. He had already got the lunch and went back to his office to eat.

The whole way he was smelling the tempting aroma of meat from the lunch box. He had been enduring it for so long until now, and now he could finally go back and have a bite.

Wen Xin had just arrived. She was carrying a lunch box and looked around a little timidly.

The four walls of the office, the office, the bookcases and filing cabinets, the sofa, the coffee table, and finally her gaze returned to the person sitting at the desk.

Except for the moment when Political Commissar Ye came in, when he raised his starry eyes and glanced at her, he ignored her with a cold face.

The only sound in the room was the rustling sound of his pen writing on the paper.

At first Wen Xin didn't dare to disturb him, thinking he might be writing some important documents. She put her lunch box on the coffee table and waited for a while. Seeing that he was still writing, she walked to his desk, touched the wood grain on the corner of the desk, and reminded him quietly, "Are you not done yet? The food is getting cold."

Yama didn't even raise his eyebrows and ignored her.

"How long will it take you to write?" Isn't it lunch break time now?

Yama remained silent.

Wen Xin could see that he didn't want to pay attention to her. After all, she came to bring him lunch. Even if he was unhappy, he could just tell him not to deliver lunch in the future. She would understand. What did ignoring her mean?

She stood at the corner of the table and looked at him for a while.

Just ignore it, right?

She left her desk and said, "It's too hot here. Why is there no breeze at all?" Then she began to unbutton her white shirt.

Sure enough, the demon in front of the desk heard something wrong. He looked up and saw that her top was thrown on the sofa. Although she was wearing a vest inside, her flawless, smooth shoulders and arms were still exposed, as well as the two plump breasts outlined by the tight vest...

"Nonsense, put on your clothes quickly."

Yama, who had been ignoring her just now, immediately stood up, stared at her, walked a few steps to the door, and quickly closed it.