Qiao Xuejun really thinks so.
She was brought into this world for no reason. If it wasn't the world's fault, then how could it be her fault?
It's not easy for people to take care of themselves. Why do you have to care so much?
She didn't think she was wrong, so the world must be wrong.
Zhao Xian knew what she meant.
In fact, from the moment they met, Qiao Xuejun showed a fearlessness in confronting the outside world and was full of drive to survive.
When they first met, he was fully armed and she had nothing.
There was a huge disparity in strength between them, but she did not submit, she refused to accept, and finally even managed to break free from his grip by hurting herself.
The weak defeats the strong.
There are still obvious scars on my hands.
Later, there was a tide of beasts.
An ordinary person facing such a beast tide alone would have given up long ago, but she stood from beginning to end, unwilling to fall down, holding the knife tightly, as if she was determined to go against God's arrangement to the end.
Later, it was the lantern fish that destroyed the experimental field. In the same way, the gap in strength between the enemy and us was so great, but she dared to go, and she won.
She really practices what she said: just fight with this world.
That's something he can't do.
Zhao Xian stroked the medal in his hand, and his fingertips brushed across the edge of the five-pointed star, causing a slight sting.
He longed for it, but couldn't do it. Therefore, Qiao Xuejun's attraction to him was almost fatal.
This attitude is fine for Qiao Xuejun, but it is not suitable for him.
He is a member of the Zhao family. From his grandfather to his parents, three generations have served in the army and are all fulfilling the same mission.
He has received excellent educational resources since he was a child, as well as special military training. His three meals a day are also specially prepared for him. His grandfather and the military have put in a lot of effort and have high hopes for him, hoping that he can make a name for himself.
If he can't do it, how can he have the face to meet his teachers and seniors who have high hopes for him?
Those who should bear the responsibility must bear it.
Sitting here tonight, he has also thought about how to avoid or reduce such things. If his control is not good enough, he needs to improve it.
He plans to set up a special maritime department with dedicated personnel to record the characteristics of all deep-sea mutants encountered.
Start the second phase of cooperation with Haibao, lay out patrol routes, and provide certain protection for Haibao. In exchange for Haibao's information on mutants, try to get a few people to come.
They have many experienced fishermen and do have more experience in this area.
The plan has been thought out and will be finalized at the meeting tomorrow, and then we can start implementing it.
Therefore, he can actually control this problem. He is the primary person responsible for this operation. When something went wrong, how could he not reflect on his own mistakes and strengthen his control over the situation, but instead put the blame on the outside world?
He also knew that Qiao Xuejun said this to comfort him because she saw his emotions and because they were close, she said it was not his fault.
It is human nature to be biased when one is close to another.
However, since Qiao Xuejun said so, he just agreed. There was no need to say it out loud and make her unhappy.
Zhao Xian put the medal away and put it in the left pocket on his chest. He stood up and walked towards Qiao Xuejun.
Qiao Xuejun looked at the person who walked in front of her: "Speak. Do you understand?"
Zhao Xian nodded: "I understand. Thank you, Teacher Qiao."
Qiao Xuejun asked him, "What did you understand?"
"You're right. Jiang Gaoyang sacrificed himself, and we who are still alive should protect ourselves, look forward, and continue to fight against the natural disaster with his mission."
Qiao Xuejun listened to him carefully and nodded: "Yes."
That's right. This is a doomsday environment. The deaths and injuries are caused by the environment, not by people. If you blame yourself for an accident like this, how much psychological pressure will you have?
Zhao Xian raised his hand and covered Qiao Xuejun's hand, and with a "click", he turned off the flashlight.
The already dim light disappeared in an instant, and the surroundings fell into darkness again.
Qiao Xuejun paused: "Zhao Xian?"
Zhao Xian hummed, and his hand moved down along Qiao Xuejun's wrist bone and touched the scar.
It is clearly differentiated from the surrounding skin.
He sighed.
How did she grow up to have such a courageous character?
That area of skin was quite sensitive, and Qiao Xuejun struggled back when he touched her. "Anyway, since you can't sleep anyway, how about I show you the greenhouse that Zhao Yun designed for me? Do you have any suggestions?"
Zhao Xian suddenly leaned over and hugged her gently.
Qiao Xuejun paused for a moment, then raised her hand to hug him back, patted his back, and asked stutteringly, "Do you want to see it?"
Zhao Xian said, "Let's not watch it now, let's go back to the house first." He picked up Qiao Xuejun in the next second and held her horizontally: "Does your foot still hurt?"
Qiao Xuejun grabbed his collar tightly and said, "...It doesn't hurt anymore, why do you keep hugging me?"
Zhao Xian: "Old Zheng said that you'd better rest your feet, but you go up and down the mountain every day, which is a high-intensity activity."
Qiao Xuejun: "It doesn't hurt anymore."
Excessive activity will cause some soreness, but it's a small matter. Qiao Xuejun herself doesn't care much about it.
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Zhao Xian took Qiao Xuejun back to the room and put her on the bed.
The lights in the base are managed centrally. Even in Zhao Xian’s room at night, there is no light, so he needs to turn on the desk lamp or light candles.
Qiao Xuejun didn't know how Zhao Xian managed to get back all the way in secret.
It walks very steadily and has very good night vision.
She heard the sound of Zhao Xian opening the cabinet.
Qiao Xuejun: "What do you want?"
After a while, the footsteps came again.
"You didn't continue to apply the medicine that Lao Zheng mentioned before." Zhao Xian squatted down in front of the bed, "Stretch your legs."
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