The one who suffered the most was undoubtedly Xu Jinbu. He was originally a recognized sharpshooter in the No. 13 Special Forces Team. His shooting skills were second only to the captain, and he crushed the other team members.
But now he lost to Song Ziyi again.
Seeing Xu Jinbu was a little disappointed, Song Yun smiled and comforted him, "Don't compare yourself to Song Ziyi. He started practicing his accuracy when he was very young. With so much practice, his accuracy will be much better than that of ordinary people."
Xu Jinbu felt even more heartbroken. It turned out that in the eyes of the captain, he was just an ordinary person.
But the heartache won’t last long, as more intense training is waiting for them.
The news of the discovery of a group of ancient tombs in the mountains outside Beijing was reported in the newspapers, attracting widespread public attention. Even the aunts and uncles in the compound were discussing it.
Aunt Qian held her little grandson in her arms and chatted with a few other aunties who were also playing with their grandchildren under the old locust tree in the courtyard. "Have you heard about the ancient tombs discovered in the mountains outside Beijing?"
Several aunties nodded, and one of them said, "I heard it's a very large ancient tomb, with multiple burial chambers alone. There must be a lot of treasures inside."
Aunt Qian's eyes lit up. "Who do you think these treasures will end up with?"
"Now that he has returned to his country, what are you thinking about?" said an old lady.
Aunt Qian thought, if the treasures were piled up in boxes, who would know if someone went to the tomb to remove things and hid a few? And who would know if the archaeologists hid some? There's no number, so they just say how much is what.
In fact, everyone has such thoughts, but they just won't say them out loud. If it were them, wouldn't they think about it in private?
An elderly woman said mysteriously, "You might not know this, but the person who discovered the ancient tomb was actually from our military region. It was that—" The elderly woman pointed in a direction and looked at Aunt Qian. "That neighbor of yours, Commander Song. It's said that she was at the scene when the ancient tomb first collapsed, and she even went down into the tomb."
Aunt Qian's eyes lit up, "Has she been to the tomb?"
The old lady nodded and said, "My son told me. It's not a secret. Everyone in the military knows about it."
"Do you think she took anything?" someone asked, eyes full of envy.
Aunt Qian's eyes rolled around and she didn't respond. When she turned around, she saw a jeep driving into the compound. The driver was Song Yun.
There were guards available, but she chose not to use them and went in and out alone all day long.
Aunt Qian said goodbye to the aunties and said, "I have to go home to cook. See you later."
Several aunts had the task of cooking, and when they saw that the time was almost up, they all went home.
Aunt Qian took her grandson home, but instead of going directly home, she went to the next door and called out to Song Yun, who had just gotten out of the car and was about to unlock it, "Comrade Xiao Song."
Song Yun paused while unlocking the door, turned her head to look at Aunt Qian, and a faint smile appeared on her face. "Aunt Qian, is there something wrong?"
Aunt Qian came over quickly and said with a smile, "Comrade Xiao Song, I heard there's a children's program on TV recently, and my grandson really wants to watch it."
Song Yun glanced at the little one who was still sucking her fingers and showed no interest in their conversation. She rejected the idea directly, "There's been some problems with the TV lately. I can't watch it."
When it comes to people like Aunt Qian, don't care about face or beat around the bush. Just tell her directly that it's not possible. Otherwise, you'll end up wasting more time and energy, and in the end, you won't get what you want anyway, so it's unnecessary.
After Song Yun finished speaking, she unlocked the door and entered the yard. She closed the door and left. Her movements were smooth and fast, so fast that Aunt Qian didn't even have time to react before the gate was closed in front of her eyes.
The smile on Aunt Qian's face froze, she muttered something, and had no choice but to take her grandson back home.
Song Yun thought the matter was over.
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