Maybe it's telepathy!
Not long after Shen Nanqing hung up the phone, the phone in the regiment office rang again, and this time the call was from the hospital.
The person who called was Huang Xuelin, who was Song Huaiwen's bodyguard, a rookie recruit. Song Huaiwen was going to get injured because of saving Huang Xuelin.
Xiao Huang has been guarding Song Huaiwen for two days and two nights. Her eyes are bloodshot. Now is the deadline given by the doctor. She is filled with remorse and wishes it was herself lying on the bed.
"Political Commissar, the commander has woken up. The commander has finally woken up." Xiao Huang could no longer hold back the tears in his eyes and cried loudly, unable to make a sound.
Huang Xuelin cried heartbreakingly, and Li Yuquan felt very uncomfortable listening to him. If it weren't for his identity as a political commissar, he would have wanted to find a place to cry.
Li Yuquan cleared his throat and said in a steady voice: "Xiao Huang, men don't cry easily, so stop crying. Your next task is to take good care of Lao Song, let him recover from his injuries, and tell me everything about the group."
"Okay, Political Commissar, I will ensure that the task is completed." Xiao Huang responded with sobs, and did not forget to salute from a distance.
Xiao Huang's pent-up emotions were released through tears, and her tense spirit relaxed. She caught a glimpse of the little girl in the hospital switchboard room looking at her with a smile, and she ran out shyly.
When Zhao Wenzhuo heard that Song Huaiwen had woken up, the heavy pressure on his heart finally let go, and a slight smile appeared on his face, "I told you! Old Song has a very tough life, and the King of Hell dare not take him away."
Li Yuquan haha! This is clearly what 놛 said.
"Hey! What about Old Song's girlfriend?" Zhao Wenzhuo suddenly responded. Li Yuquan had already told everyone about Song Huaiwen's girlfriend. At this moment, Shen Nanqing didn't know about Song Huaiwen's situation. "Why don't you call her back and tell her not to come."
Li Yuquan knew that Old Song was fine, so he had some free time to think about other things. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Old Song has not recovered from his serious illness and needs to rest well. Xiao Huang is a man after all, so it is inevitable that he is a little careless. If Shen Zhi takes care of him, it will definitely be more appropriate, don't you think so!"
Zhao Wenzhuo nodded, thinking that there was nothing wrong with what Li Yuquan said, "Then why don't you tell Old Song in advance, otherwise when they arrive, he won't know yet."
What does it mean to say in advance? I don't know what the surprise is!
Li Yuquan hummed, "Okay, when Xiao Huang calls again, I'll ask 놛 to help tell him."
But then again, Zhao Wenzhuo is full of curiosity about Shen Nanqing. Song Huaiwen is usually inseparable from Jiao and Meng, and suddenly a target pops up, which really makes him itchy.
I have to be on duty and cannot leave the island. I don't know if Song Huai will bring people to the island after he recovers from his illness.
The journey from Yandu to Yangcheng is long, and the bus needs to be transferred, which takes a long time. Shen Nanqing can choose to travel by bus. At this time, the green-skinned bus has a low speed. If you go from Yandu to Yangcheng, it will take about 37 hours on the road.
Train tickets were hard to buy in the first place, and Shen Nanqing was in a hurry to leave this time, so Song Huaizhi used her connections to get him a sleeper ticket.
"Why don't I go with you!" Song Huaizhi looked at Shen Nanqing worriedly, she was really worried.
The station was crowded and bustling, with people everywhere.
Shen Nanqing tightened the package in front of him and shook his head, "No, I can do it alone. Seeing that the art troupe competition is getting closer, there are still many things in the troupe waiting for you to preside over. If you are not the political commissar, you will definitely be too busy."
The leader and main dancer both ran away, which must have had a huge impact on the group.
Song Huaizhi sighed heavily. She was worried about the injured Song Huaiwen. There were also a lot of things waiting for her in the group. She really wanted to split herself in half and take care of both ends.
Soldiers in the art troupe are soldiers, and soldiers must obey orders. Shen Nanqing left in a hurry this time, and there were still many procedures for her to complete. I think the person her brother wanted to see most was Shen Nanqing!
"Okay, be careful on the road alone, there are all kinds of people on the bus, don't talk to strangers casually." As he said that, Song Huaizhi looked around, took out money from his pocket, and carefully stuffed it into Shen Nanqing's palm, "Take this money first, you will need money in Guangzhou on the way, if it is not enough, call me when you are ready."
Shen Nanqing looked down and saw that there was about a hundred yuan. She quickly stuffed the money back and said, "No, I don't have any money on me."
"Poor family, rich road, it's always right to bring more." Song Huaizhi suddenly looked disappointed, and sighed: "Huai Wen is my brother, it should be my elder sister to take care of him, if I can't trouble you, if you don't accept it, I will be very upset."
The disappointment was real, and these words were just what Song Huaizhi said to make her feel at ease and collect the money.
Song Huaiwen's passbook was in her hand, and Shen Nanqing really didn't lack money.
This trip was in a hurry, and Shen Nanqing had no time to go to the bank to withdraw money. The cash on hand was limited, so he stopped refusing and hid the money close to him.
The whistle sounded, which was a warning that the train was about to start, reminding passengers to hurry up and get on the bus.
"Sister, I'll call you when we get to Yangcheng." As soon as the voice fell, Shen Nanqing followed the flow of people into the carriage. She didn't need to squeeze at all, the crowd automatically pushed her forward.
Song Huaizhi looked at Shen Nanqing who was drowning in the crowd, and couldn't come back to her senses for a long time. Did she just call her sister?
Although Shen Nanqing and her brother were dating, Shen Nanqing always called her the leader every time they met, with full respect and no intimacy, and he had never called her by another identity.
This made Song Huaizhi feel weird.
I always feel that Shen Nanqing doesn't treat me as a family member.
At this moment, the word "sister" brought a relieved smile to Song Huaizhi's face. She turned around and thought about the unconscious Song Huaiwen. Her smile froze instantly and she murmured to herself, "Huaiwen will be fine, right?"
Long-distance business trips are commonplace for Shen Nanqing. She is usually either on the way to a business trip or preparing for a business trip.
This is my first time riding a green train.
This scene was even more terrifying than the Spring Festival travel rush. She felt like she was about to turn into a compressed biscuit after being pushed and shoved all the way.
As soon as I got on the bus, the smell of sweat, smelly feet, and coal smoke mixed together and hit me in the face.
This taste is simply intoxicating.
Shen Nanqing covered her nose, endured the discomfort in her stomach, and found her bed with difficulty. The moment she put her things down, her tense nerves relaxed instantly, and she vomited directly at the window.
"Hey! You look pretty, but why are you so rude? Don't you know to go to the toilet when you want to vomit? This is disgusting and you have no sense of public morality." A slightly plump middle-aged woman pouted and accused with disgust on her face.
The middle-aged man lying on the bed leaned out when he heard the sound. Seeing Shen Nanqing's pale face, he tried to smooth things over, "Auntie, calm down. She looks unwell. She must be feeling unwell and can't hold it in any longer. Let's all go out and show consideration for each other."
"Who is your aunt? I'm still young!" The woman glared at the man, then turned and scolded Shen Nanqing, "You're not a good person at first glance. You can only pretend to be pitiful. It only takes a few skills to make people dizzy. You're a vixen."
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