The listless Russian guy next to him reached out to help the boss close the window, but Nie Zhao refused.
The boss seemed unassuming and looked somewhat worried, but today he suddenly became much bolder.
Maozi was even scolded to tears last night, but he's thick-skinned and still gave his boss a thumbs up.
Nie Zhao, like a snail hiding in its shell, gradually began to show his antennae to the outside world under Chen Rou's guidance. More and more people waved to him, but he remained unafraid, smiling and waving back.
His public image has always been that of a cunning, treacherous, and shrewd man.
Today, at this moment, those in the public who see him, even if they are a bit harsh, would say that he is putting on a show.
But it doesn't matter anymore. Just like Miss Chen said, even someone like Battalion Commander Zhao has insecurities. Nie Zhao is also constantly in doubt, and he always breaks down in doubt, and then picks himself up little by little and mends himself.
He still doubted that all of this was a dream, and he still doubted that when the bells of return rang, the wish he made in the dream, sitting in a wheelchair, old and frail, would be fulfilled, he would wake up, and everything would become nothing but an empty dream.
He was still afraid, terrified; he was extremely frightened.
But when he learned from his wife that even the strong people he admired had fears, he was able to overcome those fears.
He overcame his fear, gazing out the window at the pairs of eyes that held varying degrees of excitement, suspicion, or confusion. He met their eyes directly. The car was moving, and he was waving. He knew that Battalion Commander Zhao would see it, and so would his comrades.
This is support from afar. He is still doubtful and afraid, but he will reach out and help those soldiers who are facing unknown fears just like him, and repeatedly ask himself if they are doing enough.
Even if it's just a dream, Nie Zhao wants it to be perfect, to have a perfect ending!
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