Chapter 167 Instructor, whose photo are you looking at?
[I think I got hurt in Shibei. ć
As for why he got injured in Shibei, it might be because he was on a field trip.
The work of the municipal government involves the entire city. As the mayor's secretary, it makes sense for him to go to Shibei to preside over work.
Wen Zhile didn't think much about it. He ran into the unit and put the matter behind him.
Dinner was already ready at home. When she got home, she just caught up with Aunt Zhu who was leaving from get off work. When she saw her come back, she smiled warmly and opened the door a little: "Xiao Wen is back, come in and warm up, your parents are at home."
"Okay, Aunt Zhu, are you going home?"
"Yes, dinner is just ready."
Wen Zhile walked into the house and said, "No wonder, I could smell the delicious food when I got downstairs. Aunt Zhu, you are such a great cook. I really like your dishes."
Sister Zhu was so flattered that she smiled: "I made your favorite drunken shrimp for dinner, and I also squeezed a glass of apple juice for you."
"Great! I want to drink apple juice this afternoon. We are so in sync."
Aunt Zhu's cooking skills in both her past and present lives are very much to Wen Zhile's taste, and she is never stingy with her praise for things or people she likes.
"Of course not. I'll make juice for you tomorrow." Sister Zhu watched her enter the room with a smile, and then walked out quickly: "Close the door quickly to prevent the heat from escaping."
"Okay, Aunt Zhu, take care."
She closed the door, quickly changed into slippers, and shouted, "Mom and Dad, I'm back."
Shu Ying and Wen Shuren had already heard her voice and shouted back, "Zhizhi, come to the restaurant for dinner."
While eating, Wen Zhile thought of Zhou Jihuai.
Zhou Jihuai was also having dinner at this time.
On the first day of separation, his mind was full of details of his interactions with Wen Zhile over the past two days. After returning to the dormitory and lying down, the man took out the photos.
Seeing this, the team members lay on their beds and started to make a noise in unison.
Zhou Jihuai glanced at them and said, "You're so tired, but you still don't want to rest your mouth? I'll give you another training for your mouth tomorrow."
The team member who was sleeping next to him changed his expression and said, "The instructor is really nice."
Zhou Jihuai smiled at him: "Good to know."
After spending a long time together, the team members also figured out his bottom line. Now, while he was smiling, they boldly asked the question that had been lingering for a long time: "Instructor, whose photo are you looking at?"
"Is this your partner?"
āI think Iām the same person.ā
"Of course, how can the instructor smile when he sees the photo?"
Zhou Jihuai waited for them to finish talking before he spoke: "Not now, it will take two years."
As he spoke, the corners of his lips couldn't help but rise.
But the dormitory suddenly became quiet.
After a while, a team member spoke up: "Our mission is dangerous. We may be killed at any time. It is really not suitable for us to talk about partners. We can still talk after we change jobs."
Zhou Jihuai understood that they had misunderstood, but this was also one of his concerns.
He almost lost his life during the last mission, but luckily he was lucky or had a lucky fate and was rescued. Otherwise, he would not be able to lie peacefully in bed holding Zhizhi's photo.
Maybe he should be like Cheng'an and consider his family and change his career earlier.
He had previously quit the special forces because he was injured while on a mission at the border. Although he had made great contributions, his life was in danger.
He is 24 years old this year, and has suffered many injuries, both major and minor, and has been on the verge of death twice.
Good luck can't always favor him. How many times can he have good luck in the future?
At the beginning of the New Year of 1990, Zhou Jihuai was lying in the deep mountains of the northwest, and for the first time he thought of retreating to the second line. The second line did not have any missions that required risking one's life, so it was relatively stable.
Wen Zhile had a sweet sleep.
In the dream, she and Zhou Jihuai were having dinner in a house on Xiangshan Road. They talked like an old married couple. At the end of the dream, Zhou Jihuai called her "wife".
After waking up, Wen Zhile looked for his shoes all over the floor in embarrassment.
What kind of dream is she having?
The term "wife" coming out of Zhou Jihuai's mouth is too...embarrassing.
The little girl touched her hot face and rushed into the bathroom to splash cold water on her face.
She got up late and didn't have time to have breakfast, so she took a packet of milk and a boiled egg to eat in the car.
Wen Shuren drove her to the TV station. After meeting Fang Mi at Channel 4, she handed her a script.
Wen Zhile opened it curiously: "What is this, senior sister?"
Fang Mi put his down jacket on the back of the chair and turned around to say, "I found the notes I made when I first started learning French last night. I thought you might need them, so I brought them here for you."
"Today I will teach you the phonetic symbols first. Once you learn them, you will have no problem speaking."
Wen Zhile didn't expect her to be so efficient. He said he would teach her yesterday and started today.
She likes it: "I will definitely study hard."
Fang Mi smiled and nodded, tied her hair into a ponytail, and took out a pack of milk from her bag. |
The little girl looked over and said: "You got up late too? Me too."
I feel a little embarrassed about finding a room.
Wen Zhile didn't notice. She flipped through her notebook and whispered, "There's a restaurant opposite the TV station. Let's go there during our break to see if there's anything delicious."