Chapter 352 How can a person live in this world without regrets?

The nearest telephone to the ward is in the hospital director's office.

Han Suijing didn't care about his children and rushed into the director's office to make a phone call. When he called the special forces and confirmed it with the division headquarters and the sentry post, he only heard a single response:

"Uncle Baoer and his men did come to the army, but they went to the village to visit my sister-in-law. It is said that my sister-in-law was very happy to see them and invited them to have lunch together at Old Man Yang's house."

"Have you gone to the village?" Han Suijing's breath was choked and he instantly lost his five senses. He didn't know where he was or what to do next.

He felt uneasy...

Commander Duan was so anxious that he sat up from the hospital bed. He didn't care about the injury on his chest and was about to go out while protecting himself from the pain.

A figure walked in from outside the door. It was Han Suijing. He returned to the ward looking lifeless.

"What's going on? Did they really go to the special forces?" Commander Duan asked anxiously.

Hearing his superior's voice, Han Suijing's heart was in a tangle. He said in a deep voice, "Commander, I will take the child back to the unit now."

Suddenly, Commander Duan also understood.

Duan Yanfei helped a lot again this time. Without his knowledge, he easily broke his brother's heart.

Once again, he failed to step in front of his young wife and shield her from the storm.

He didn't know when Han Suijing left. When he gradually regained consciousness, he found his uncle sitting beside the bed, his eyes full of worry. He tried to speak hoarsely, "When did you come?"

"It's been a while. When I came here, I ran into Suijing taking the children back to the army." Duan Suili's voice was calm and no tone could be heard.

Commander Duan sighed lightly, then slowly closed his eyes and placed his hand lightly on his chest.

There is a scar here, she sewed it.

Tears welled up in his eyes, and for no apparent reason, he shed uncontrollable tears.

"Yanzhi, think about it more positively. How can anyone live in this world without regrets?" The two of them accompanied each other, grew up together, and have a close relationship as adults. How could they not feel the pain and discomfort in each other's hearts?

A clean handkerchief with a slight smell of soap was gently placed on Duan Yanzhi's face.

In this world, bustling with people, Duan Sui-li is the only one who understands his nephew the best and loves him the most.

At that time.

After setting out from Kunming City, Han Suijing drove the car himself and sped towards the troops.

He knew that he had missed something very important, but he had no way to avoid it. Since there was no way to avoid it, he had to go back and face the storm.

"Song Yan, you sit in the back and take care of the kids. Pay attention to the supply truck heading back to Kunming." In the driver's seat, the man with picturesque features had his clean and handsome face tensed up, staring at the road ahead without blinking, as if he was about to fight a tough battle.

"Oh, don't worry, leader. I will pay attention this time."

Song Jian had been following his leader for several years, but he had rarely seen him like this, with an icy aura surrounding him.

In the back seat, Baoer and Fu Jiqiu slumped together, yawning tiredly.

"Dad, I told you I saw my uncle this morning, why didn't you believe me?" The cute little boy asked his father in a baby voice without giving it much thought.

The son's voice instantly brought the cold man back to reality.

"..." Han Suijing glanced at the rearview mirror with gentle eyes and a voice as soft as the wind, "Bao'er, are you sleepy? You and Fu Jiqiu should sleep for a while. Dad knows it was his own mistake."

He was not worried that Xia Yunshu would say something incredible to Wang Ziru after meeting her.

I'm just worried that the child's mother has misunderstood him.

At this moment, in the quiet valley, the breeze was not dry.

Old Lady Yang cooked a piece of bacon with alternating fat and lean texture, cut it into slices, and stir-fried it with hot peppers. When she served it to the guests, Han Dixing and Duan Yanfei had already eaten and drunk their fill.

"Oh, please have another bowl of rice. We made a pot of potato rice today. We're so sorry..." Old Mrs. Yang was full of apologies. She had not expected such a distinguished guest to come to her home, and she had not prepared any good dishes in advance.

Old Man Yang also took out an unopened bottle of sorghum wine from the house and poured a glass for Han Dixing: "Young man, don't be polite. Have a drink and eat some bacon. This is the bacon we smoked ourselves in the last year."

"Uncle, you are too polite. I don't drink. You should eat quickly." Han Dixing's smile was clean and warm like a spring breeze.

A plate of bacon with the aroma of pork fat was placed on the table. Duan Yanfei, who had already eaten his fill, picked up his chopsticks from the table, picked up two slices of bacon and stuffed them into his mouth. "Uncle, you guys eat yourselves! I'm done."

As she spoke, she pushed Han Dixing up from the high bench.

"Let's go back to the army first. If we delay any longer, we might not be able to see Zhou Zijiao." Duan Yanfei said as he was about to go back to the army, and tugged at Han Dixing's sleeve, "Xia Yunshu hasn't finished eating yet, let her eat first."

Han Dixing's thin body was pulled outside by Duan Yanfei, "Sister-in-law, how about you send Xia Yunshu to the army to meet us after you finish eating?"

Just now while eating, Han Dixing explained that after the drivers of the supply trucks arrived at the special forces and unloaded the goods, they would have lunch at the troops and take a short rest before returning to Kunming City.

Therefore, they would not stay in the army for a long time. They would just meet the people they were familiar with, take a brief tour and then return to Kunming City.

Just think of it as a day trip to the mountains.

Wang Ziru did not try to keep them. After all, living in the deep mountains was inconvenient. Most importantly, she had to cook for the guests. However, the conditions in the family compound were extremely limited, and she could not offer them anything good.

"Well, you guys should go find Zhou Zijiao quickly. The army has strict discipline, and they definitely don't allow visitors during training." Wang Ziru waved her hand, stood up from the high bench with her bowl, and walked out of the main hall to see them off.

Seeing this, Old Man Yang quickly put down his chopsticks and stood up, "Zi Ru, don't worry, I'll go out and send them to the road."

"That's fine. There's a dense forest ahead and we're worried they might get lost."

Wang Ziru stood under the eaves, eating her meal, watching the figure of Old Man Yang escorting the young couple gradually disappear into the forest path in the valley.

In the main room, Old Lady Yang finally came to the table with a bowl of potato rice to eat.

As soon as she sat down, Xia Yunshu also stood up with the bowl in his hand, and came out of the main room, quietly looking at Wang Ziru's beautiful figure.

Wang Ziru looked back inadvertently and saw Xia Yunshu also walking out of the main room with a bowl in hand. "You like to eat outside too?"

Looking back, I saw chairs on both sides of the door.

"Go get some food and eat here."

When passing by her, Wang Ziru glanced at the bowl in Xia Yunshu's hand. It was half filled with potato rice, but there was no vegetable in the bowl.

At the door where the breeze was blowing, Wang Ziru looked up at the other person with a little surprise.

I didn't expect this girl to be so restrained. Could it be that she has been living under someone else's roof for so many years that she is so timid that she doesn't even dare to take food when others are the guest?

She motioned for him to sit under the eaves and strode over the threshold.

I walked into the main room, put down the bowl and chopsticks in my hands, and picked up the plate of fried bacon with chili peppers that had just come out of the pot and still had a strong smoky aroma, and a plate of roasted eggplant that was not much left.

Turning around, he said enthusiastically, "When you get to your fellow villagers' house, eat whatever is on the table. Here, pick up some bacon and roasted eggplant. I'm telling you, the roasted eggplant I made is really delicious. My son likes it very much with rice."

"Baoer really likes roasted eggplant?" Xia Yunshu raised her eyes, surprise revealed in her eyes, and stared at the familiar face so close to her with warm eyes.

"You..." Wang Ziru's eyebrows slightly raised, feeling a little confused by the other party's words, "You also know that my son's name is Baoer?"

Xia Yunshu blinked her eyes which had suddenly turned red, and suddenly there was an indescribable emotion in her heart.

She mechanically put some roasted eggplant and bacon from the plate into her bowl, her cheeks slowly drooped, and under Wang Ziru's puzzled gaze, she turned around and sat on the chair under the eaves.

Wang Ziru stood at the door and reviewed the situation herself. It must be that on the way here, her brother-in-law Han Dixing had chattered with her about her second brother's family situation.

Thinking of this, Wang Ziru turned around and walked into the main room.

He picked up some bacon for himself and put it on the potato rice. Then he walked out of the door with light steps and sat on a chair on the other side of the door.

Looking at the reclaimed land in the valley and the farmers who were still sowing seeds in the fields under the scorching sun.

She said slowly, "You know what? The land in front was originally covered with weeds, and even the slopes next to it were covered with weeds, so I asked a few villagers to help me reclaim the land and plant some vegetables."

"Well, let's go forward closer to the sunny side outside. I plan to plant some medicinal herbs. But the medicinal herb seedlings need to be cultivated. Oh, I still have to learn how to cultivate saplings..." Wang Ziru ate her meal slowly while chatting with the girl sitting on a chair on the other side of the gate in this familiar way.

Xia Yunshu couldn't help but look in the direction her chopsticks were pointing, with a bit of confusion and unfamiliarity.

Listening to Wang Ziru explaining her farming plan, she gradually became fascinated by this familiar and hearty voice. She didn't know her voice could be so beautiful.

After an unknown amount of time, Wang Ziru suddenly withdrew her gaze from the distance.

He turned his head and looked at the bowl and chopsticks in Xia Yunshu's hand. "You don't like potato rice, right? How about I cook you a bowl of noodles?"

Xia Yunshu quickly lowered his eyelashes, his throat rolling slightly, and suddenly turned his head to meet her gaze, "Bao Er, is he... okay?"

"Ah? Bao'er?" Wang Ziru's body froze slightly. She didn't know why the woman she met for the first time wanted to know about Bao'er so much. After a while, she asked tentatively: "Do you like children, or have you seen Bao'er before?"

In her previous life, she had studied great works of psychology and was very clear about one thing.

The strange girl in front of her had either seen BoA or had seen BoA's photo.

But they had been living in the countryside of Cangnan before, and had no chance to meet the ladies from prominent families living in the capital, let alone she had ever seen Baoer's photo.

BoA went to take photos in Kunming only after she met her biological father Han Suijing.

The only photo that was sent out, which was a photo of the commander and Han Suijing, was said to be placed in the commander's home in the family compound. She heard Baoer tell her this when he came back.

Could it be that Xia Yunshu had been to Commander Duan's family compound?

"Have you ever been to the military family compound? I mean, have you ever been to Commander Duan's house to play?" Wang Ziru asked in a flat voice.

Xia Yunshu quickly retracted his gaze, and when he spoke, his voice was very low and his breath was weak, as if even his vocal cords had lost strength, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of his throat.

"Bao Er, he is my sweetheart..."

In just a moment, Wang Ziru's blood froze and her eyes widened in disbelief.

"What did you say? What is Bao Er to you?" she asked.

Xia Yunshu placed the bowl and chopsticks on his knees, his whole body was weak, "Do you also think I am a lunatic for saying such terrible things?"