"What's the point of being in the army? You're exposed to the wind and sun every day. Why don't you just stay in the research institute? I still have a lot of question types that I haven't taught you." Professor Zhu held Ziyi tightly, unwilling to let go of this smart, sensible and talented boy.
Ziyi slowly pulled his sleeves out of Professor Zhu's hands and said with a smile, "Teacher, can I come back during winter break?"
Professor Zhu was dissatisfied. "Winter vacation is only a few days long. Now is the best time for you to absorb a vast amount of knowledge. Why waste your talent on the training ground?"
Ziyi shook his head. "I don't think it's a waste of time. I like math, but I like the feeling of sweating on the training ground even more." Most importantly, he wants to become a soldier like his sister and brother-in-law.
Especially after this month of study, he knew that he had some talent in this area, but he also became increasingly clear about what he wanted most.
In the end, Ziyi left with Song Yun. Professor Zhu stood at the door and sighed for a while before leaving.
On the way to the military headquarters, Song Yun asked Ziyi, "Do you really want to join the army in the future?"
Ziyi nodded. "I've thought about it. Mathematics is also very interesting, but I prefer my time in the military. I won't regret it."
Seeing that her brother had made his own decision, Song Yun would not say much. No matter what choice he made, she would support him unconditionally.
The two of them arrived at the military headquarters. Just as they arranged a bed for Ziyi in the dormitory, the young soldier from the message room came running to her and said that Comrade Song Hao called her and asked him to come over in ten minutes.
Song Ziyi was worried that something might have happened at home, so he hurried to the message room with his sister to make a phone call.
After the call was connected, Song Hao asked her if she knew a lesbian named Feng Ailan.
Feng Ailan?
Song Yun quickly remembered, isn’t Feng Ailan Xiao Wu’s mother?
"Yes, I met an aunt when I went to Xiamen this time. Did she write to me?" Song Yun asked.
Song Hao glanced at Feng Ailan, who was standing by waiting, and her son, who was also complaining about the headache, and said, "It's not a letter. Someone has found Zhengde Street and is anxious to see you."
"Someone is next to you?" Song Yun was surprised. She really didn't expect this.
Song Hao said, "She's on the side. Do you want to talk to her?"
"Okay, give her the phone." Song Yun said.
Song Hao handed the phone to Feng Ailan, who was visibly excited. "Comrade Song, Xiao Wu has recovered a lot after taking the Heart Pill you gave him, but he still complains of headaches every day. I took him to acupuncture, but I've searched all the Chinese medicine practitioners in Xia City, and no one knows the kind of acupuncture you mentioned. I had no choice but to bring him to Jing City to see you. Could you please help me again?"
Song Yun glanced at her watch. She had taken the whole morning off. It was now ten o'clock, and there were still two hours left, which was almost enough. She said, "Take Xiao Wu to the military hospital by bus now, and we'll meet at the entrance of the military hospital. If you don't know how to get there, you can let my dad take you there."
Feng Ailan was very happy and said thank you many times. After hanging up the phone, Song Hao learned that she was going to the military hospital to meet Xiaoyun, and offered to take them there.
Since Feng Ailan didn't have much luggage and Xiao Wu could walk by herself, Song Hao helped her carry a bag, and the three of them went to the bus platform together.
As soon as he arrived at the platform and stood there, Song Hao had just taken out some change from his pocket for the bus when he heard a voice from behind him, "Feng Ailan? Why are you here?"
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