Get off, get off

Shen Roujiao practiced calligraphy with Zhou Huaiyue in the study room with a heavy heart the whole afternoon. She wrote the piece "Songfeng Pavilion" with great vigor, and the strokes could not be suppressed and flew on the paper.

"What are you worried about?" Zhou Huaiyue glanced at her homework and asked puzzledly.

"Ah?" Shen Roujiao's wandering thoughts were brought back to her mind, and she changed her mind and said, "I was thinking about the business of these hospitals in Beijing."

Unlike Shanghai, in the north, especially in Beijing, the focus of doing business is relationships. In a society where favors are important, one must look at both one's position and the depth of the relationship. The distribution of interests is complex and intricate. If one cannot afford to pay for a table of food for several days, it is obvious that it is not easy.

"Don't worry about Uncle Hong's work." Zhou Huaiyue put down the brush in his hand, took her hand, and his eyes were gentle. "Tomorrow, I will take you to Xiangshan to see the red leaves and climb the wild Great Wall. The scenery is the most beautiful in this season."

He planned to leave on the 17th and come back on the evening of the 18th.

In the morning, I heard from Zhou's father that Lu Qinglan came to Beijing to attend a wedding. The bride and groom were from the army, and the groom was from Yunnan. Uncle Lu did not mention their acquaintance, but only said that if he had time that day, he would come home to see Zhou Chuzhuo.

Zhou Huaiyue didn't want her to hear any news about Zhang Qingjun, so in order to avoid Lu Qinglan, he wanted to take Shen Roujiao away.

"That's great." In my previous life, I studied in the capital. Every year when the red leaves came, the traffic in the direction of Xiangshan was extremely congested. I never managed to see it once in four years.

"Go to bed early tonight, and we'll set out after breakfast tomorrow." Zhou Huaiyue pulled her in front of him, held her on his lap, lifted her hair and tucked it behind her ears, "I also asked Aunt Wang to make your favorite rock sugar apples, let's take them and eat them while watching the red leaves."

"Huai Yue, I'm so happy to be with you."

Shen Rou's delicate little hands hooked around his neck and she rested her head on Zhou Huaiyue's shoulder, looking just like a little girl who loves to act coquettishly.

It was strange that Zhou Huaiyue calmed her irritable mood with just a few words. Shen Roujiao finally understood how important it was to have a stable partner.

When encountering problems, he would not complain or blame, but would actively solve them. To her, Zhou Huaiyue was the best doctor in the world, and his words were like magic medicine, which could comfort her with just a little effort.

Without the interference of bad emotions, Shen Roujiao regained her rationality and pondered over the letter she had written. It was concise, clear and direct. The steady Zhang Qingjun would not fail to understand it, let alone understand it.

Zhang Qingjun, who was so strong and confident, would turn around and leave after reading the letter even for the sake of dignity. His stubborn pride would not allow him to cling on after being rejected.

After sorting out the clues, her anxious tension was relieved, and Zhou Huaiyue specifically asked Wang Ma to cook her favorite dishes, so Shen Roujiao's mood finally improved.

At night, she slept soundly, and in her dreams, she saw red apples wrapped in transparent syrup, as gorgeous as red leaves. The mountains and plains were filled with the fiery red, dancing in the breeze, a beautiful sight to behold.

......

The next day, it was a fine day.

The sunlight leaped over the treetops early in the morning and scattered in the yard. The light and shadow were gentle. The family gathered around the dining table, eating a sumptuous breakfast.

Suddenly, the sound of the copper door ring being knocked forcefully came from inside.

Mother Wang, who was busy in the kitchen, shouted, "Who is it? Why are you knocking so urgently so early in the morning?" She shook the water off her hands and hurried to open the door. When she passed the restaurant, Chen Zhenhua stopped her and said, "Ask who it is."

Knocking so urgently so early, there must be something going on.

Wang Ma nodded, and within two seconds she heard a loud voice, "Who are you? Zhang? Zhang what?"

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Sheet!

In an instant, Shen Roujiao's mind went blank with a "boom". The hand holding the chopsticks froze in the air, and the expression of shock on her face was too much to hide.

Zhou Huaiyue was stunned when he heard the voice, put his chopsticks on the table with a "pa" and stood up to walk out.

Almost at the same time, Shen Roujiao also put down her chopsticks and wanted to follow him out, but Zhou Huaiyue turned around and held her shoulders. He said softly, "Eat your meal well. I'll go and take a look."

"Huai Yue, don't..." The voice was interrupted.

"Don't worry." He placed his hand on her shoulder and patted her lightly twice.

Father Zhou pointed at the pickled kimchi in the middle of the table and said, "Roujiao, try this. Aunt Wang learned how to make it from the Korean lady next door."

Shen Roujiao forced an ugly fake smile, mechanically picked up the chopsticks, picked up a small piece, and stuffed it into her mouth along with the steamed bun in her hand. Her mind had already followed Zhou Huaiyue to the courtyard gate.

"Qingjie?" Zhou Huaiyue really didn't expect it to be him.

"Huai Yue, sorry, I'm here to see the young boss." Zhang Qingjie rubbed his hair, smiling as always, and it didn't seem like the urgent knock on the door had anything to do with him.

Zhou Huaiyue looked back and forth, and finally found a clue in his clenched fists. Zhang Qingjie was very nervous.

"Is there something?" Not only did Zhou Huaiyue not invite him in, he stepped over the threshold and turned back to signal Wang Ma to close the door.

This was clearly meant to show that she didn't want him to see Shen Roujiao.

Even though Zhang Qingjie was forced to retreat to the steps, he still kept smiling, "It's Wang Li. The movie is out now. There's an event today and she invited Roujiao to attend. It's quite interesting."

"Now? A little after eight o'clock." It was a questioning rejoinder.

"The event starts at 10 o'clock and the location is far away, so you have to go there early." To increase credibility, Zhang Qingjie specifically pointed to the car parked at the entrance of the alley.

"She can't go. Tell Wang Li." Zhou Huaiyue turned around, but was grabbed by the arm by Zhang Qingjie. He looked serious and didn't smile at all. "Huaiyue, I want to say a few words to the young boss. I'll leave right after I finish talking. Don't worry."

rest assured?

His brother is getting married tomorrow, so he should be very busy. However, Zhang Qingjie still has the leisure time to come here early in the morning and make up a long story just to say a few words.

Anyone can see that there is something wrong here.

"Tell me, I'll tell her." Zhou Huaiyue shook off his hand heavily, his eyes filled with anger.

"Huaiyue, can you not..." Zhang Qingjie's face was full of anxiety and frustration, and he grabbed Zhou Huaiyue's arm again.

At this time, the two courtyard doors were opened by Chen Zhenhua from the inside, followed by Zhou Chuzhuo, Shen Roujiao, and Wang Ma.

"Is there something urgent, young man?" Ms. Zhenhua looked down at Zhang Qingjie with a sense of oppression.

"Hello, auntie, hello, uncle," Zhang Qingjie bowed twice politely, then pointed at Shen Roujiao and said, "Auntie, talk to her about something. Is that okay?"

Seeing that Zhou Huaiyue couldn't convince him, Zhang Qingjie could only turn around and ask Zhou's mother. The person he wanted to meet was already in front of him, and there was no reason for the Zhou family to continue to prevent him from meeting her.

Don't hit a smiling person. Looking at Zhang Qingjie who was in a good mood, Chen Zhenhua turned to look at Shen Roujiao beside her. She stepped over the threshold, patted her son's shoulder, and said to the young man on the steps, "Come in, don't stand at the door."

Neighbors love to gossip about other people's private affairs. A military jeep at the entrance of the alley is conspicuous enough. If a fight breaks out, who knows what kind of news it will cause.

Zhou Chuzhuo chimed in, "Yes, yes. Young man, please sit inside and we'll talk."

"Huai Yue, you, Aunt Chen, and Uncle Zhou go back to the room first. I'll just say a few words." Zhang Qingjie looked embarrassed, and only Shen Roujiao could understand.

She originally thought that the person was Zhang Qingjun, but when she heard Aunt Wang say that the person knocking on the door was called Zhang Qingjie, she understood everything: he was looking for his brother, and Zhang Qingjun did not go home.

When Shen Roujiao walked out of the hospital and passed by Zhou Huaiyue, he, who had been silent all this time, suddenly grabbed her hand and said, "Don't go." He looked deeply into her eyes and pleaded pitifully, "Don't go."

Compared with Gu Changgeng directly, Zhou Huaiyue was more hostile to Zhang Qingjun. In the eyes of that resolute soldier, there was deep affection engraved in his bones, and that look was even more intense when he looked at Shen Roujiao.

Especially, he learned from Boss Cui that the turmoil in the Weapon Fighting Village was resolved by Zhang Qingjun and Shen Roujiao together. He was afraid: In this world, if there is no frequent intersection and deep ties, how can there be deep affection without reason.

From the Fighting Village to the epidemic, Zhang Qingjun has always stood behind Shen Roujiao, protecting her, helping her, and encouraging her. At the train station, when she smiled and cried at him, Zhou Huaiyue was almost going crazy with jealousy. Zhang Qingjun planted a seed in her heart, buried deep in it.

"Just a few words, and then we'll go see the red leaves." She patted his clenched hands twice and tried to pull away, but he held them even tighter. His eyes said: Please, don't go.

She had once left him in front of him to chase after Zhang Qingjun. At that time, she felt like an abandoned puppy, her heart aching to the point of breaking. Zhou Huaiyue didn't want to experience that again.

"Just two sentences, trust me."

"Huai Yue," Chen Zhenhua knew there must be a reason for her son's stubbornness. However, the young man in front of her was anxious, but his eyes were open, not like a love rival. She advised, "Deal with the matter first."

Zhou Huaiyue let go of her hand and watched her walk to Zhang Qingjie's side. After they walked a distance towards the entrance of the alley, they stopped to talk.

After just a few words, Shen Roujiao slowly raised her head and looked at him with a smile. Just this one look made Zhou Huaiyue feel a chill on his back. It was the same look and the same expression last time. When he chased after her, Zhang Qingjie had already pulled Shen Roujiao into the car.

The car started, the window rolled down, Shen Roujiao looked sadly at Zhou Huaiyue who was two meters away and refused to come forward. The disappointment and sadness in his eyes almost overflowed, "Huaiyue, I'm sorry, wait until I come back, and I will explain it to you when I come back."

He shouted fiercely in a cold and ruthless voice, "Get out of the car, Shen Roujiao, you, get out of the car!"

The next second, the car drove away quickly. She didn't dare to look at the sad Zhou Huaiyue again. She had broken her promise after all. If she left, she would definitely miss the red leaves of Xiangshan. He would be angry and lose his temper, and he might not forgive her...

But Shen Roujiao had to go. She couldn't just watch Zhang Qingjun destroy his own future. He had fought for a bright future with his life, and he shouldn't stop because of her.

"Shen Roujiao, don't..." Those two words tugged at Zhou Huaiyue's heart. Even though his heart ached, even though he hated her to the point of collapse, even though his eyes were red, he still couldn't say them. He couldn't bear to let her go.

Zhou Huaiyue couldn't bear to even say harsh words.

As long as she said it back, as long as she still let him wait, he was willing to wait.