Shanghai brand old man car

On the day of the Tibetan New Year, it was snowing heavily. Zhang Qingjun, who was stationed on the border, received a secret mission to escort a medical team to Shannan area.

The Jiefang truck was traveling at a turtle speed on the snowfield. When it was crossing the Dosongcuo Pass, it encountered heavy snow. The truck was forced to stop and wait for the snow to subside before continuing.

After waiting for more than three hours, the truck arrived at the foot of a mountain where the snow was shallow and sheltered from the wind. It was getting dark, so they immediately decided to set up camp there to spend the night and cook.

There was nothing unusual during the night shifts, but the silence was broken by gunfire in the early morning of the next day. In order to protect the medical team and the medical supplies in the car, Zhang Qingjun led more than 20 soldiers, broke through the defense line under continuous fire suppression, and confronted a small group of enemy troops head-on.

The two sides exchanged fierce fire, and bullets flew in the wind and snow.

Suddenly, a severe snowstorm swept in, and in an instant the battlefield was shrouded in a curtain of white snow.

Zhang Qingjun knew that this was a great opportunity, and he gave the order: "Charge!"

The warriors roared and rushed towards the enemy, engaging in close combat. Every swing of the sword carried the determination of a life-and-death struggle. Shouts and groans of pain intertwined, and the white snow was covered with blood.

The enemy was like a defeated ant, fleeing in panic, and the warriors were chasing them relentlessly.

Zhang Qingjun's eyes were fixed on the fleeing general. The two of them were running wildly in the snow, and the distance between them was getting closer and closer. When the deserter's back became clearer and clearer, he swooped over and pressed him to the ground. Soon the enemy general was dying.

The moment he looked up at the soldier who was following him, the deserter under him suddenly exerted force and hit Zhang Qingjun's head with his elbow. After a moment of dizziness, when his vision cleared, the opponent took out a pistol and pointed it at his head.

At the critical moment, he rolled to the side and the bullet grazed his head. When Zhang Qingjun climbed up and swung his fist, gunshots rang out again and a bullet pierced his chest.

With a muffled groan and blood oozing out, he staggered two steps, slipped, and rolled down the hillside.

The blood turned the white ground under Zhang Qingjun's body red. The wind was howling in his ears. He heard the soldiers' shouts, but no sound came out. He only felt colder and colder. His teeth could not help but tremble, and the snow was falling again.

He shivered as he took out the colorful candy wrapper from his cotton-padded jacket pocket. When the snow was about to cover his eyes, Zhang Qingjun took a look. Before he lost consciousness, he clenched his palms.

......

When he opened his eyes again, all he could see was white. Zhang Qingjun stared at the ceiling, not yet able to react.

Suddenly, a little face came into view. She blinked her big eyes again and again, and waved her hand to say hello, "Hi, you are finally awake."

"Where is this?" he asked stupidly.

"The Tibetan General Hospital. You were lucky. You had a penetrating chest wound and the surgery was done in time. But you lost too much blood and you were in a coma for a long time."

"My mission..." He was still thinking about the mission of escorting the medical team.

"Don't worry. The mission has been accomplished. It seems that a general was captured alive. I don't know much about the rest." She touched Zhang Qingjun's forehead, took out a thermometer from the pocket of her white coat, and shook it vigorously. "Come on, raise your arm and take your temperature."

Zhang Qingjun tried his best to raise his arms, but he stared blankly at his empty palms with a sad expression, "Where's my candy wrapper?"

"What candy wrapper? Don't drop the thermometer." The nurse held his arm, stuffed him into the quilt, and comforted him, "You are lucky to have your life back."

She opened the medical record in her hand and read the name on it word by word: "Zhang, Qing, Jun!"

Seeing him nod silently, the nurse raised her lips in a beautiful arc, "Hello. My name is Qin Ye, Qin of the Qin Dynasty, and Ye of Maybe. From now on, I will be responsible for taking care of you."

......

It was already mid-March when Shen Roujiao learned about Zhang Qingjun being shot, and it was Wu Yi who told her.

That day, Mayor Lu Qinglan led a group of people, accompanied by County Mayor Gu Jingnian, to inspect the Yunnan-Dian Medicinal Materials Distribution Market, Sanhua Pharmaceutical, and two pharmaceutical factories under construction.

During the visit to the Sanhua Medicine Factory, Shen Roujiao accompanied us throughout the visit and answered various questions in detail.

In the factory director's office, Lu Qinglan pointed to the large group photo on the wall and said, "You have always cooperated very well. Sanhua Weitai's prescription is amazing and it is indeed a good medicine. I hope you will continue to work hard and make the pharmaceutical factory bigger and stronger, and become a star enterprise in Benyuan County, Xiaonanchuan City, and even the entire Yunnan-Yunnan region."

"Mayor Lu and Mayor Gu, thank you for the long-term strong support from the city and county for Sanhua Pharmaceutical Factory. We will work hard to make more good medicines." Shen Roujiao said what was in her heart. All things are difficult at the beginning. Without practical and effective support policies, the pharmaceutical factory cannot even provide basic guarantees.

When seeing the leader off, Shen Tiancheng, the mayor and the county magistrate walked in front, while Wu Yi and Shen Roujiao walked behind.

"Huai Yue, why aren't you in the factory?"

"He went to buy equipment."

"Um, Qingjun..." Wu Yi stopped, his mood suddenly became depressed, he hesitated and didn't say another word.

"Did something really happen to him?" When he heard Qingjun's name, the nightmare instantly flashed through his mind.

Wu Yi stared at her in astonishment, "You knew?"

"Is he alive?" There was no time to explain anything at this moment. She just wanted to know if Zhang Qingjun survived. Was the dream the opposite?

"The operation took four hours, and the wound on his back was as big as a bowl. The doctor said that it was fortunate that they had a doctor and medicine in the car. The wound was treated in time, otherwise he would not have made it to the Tibetan General Hospital."

Wu Yi's eyes were red with anger; his good brother almost lost his life on that snowy field.

At that time, Zhang's father received the notice: Zhang Qingjun was seriously injured while performing the mission, with a penetrating wound in the chest and a large wound on the back. The surrounding tissues were obviously torn and everted, and he had lost a lot of blood. He had been sent to the Tibetan Area General Hospital, and the doctors were conducting a comprehensive examination and emergency treatment.

Zhang Qingjun's parents rushed to Tibet to handle treatment matters immediately. After their son was transferred to a nursing home, they returned to Yunnan. It was then that Wu Yi learned that Zhang Qingjun had been in trouble.

"It's good to be alive, it's good to survive." Her heart finally settled down in her stomach. She let out a long breath and talked about the nightmare with a sense of relief.

After listening to her, there was something more in Wu Yi's eyes, "Qingjun, I wish your pharmaceutical factory all the best." There was another half sentence at the end, and he hesitated whether to say it or not.

When Qingjun's parents went to visit, he couldn't help but ask about Shen Roujiao's recent situation.

Zhang's father did not hide anything and told Zhang Qingjun all the news he learned from Lu Qinglan: Sanhua Pharmaceutical Factory was closed down; Shen Roujiao went to Zhou Huaiyue's house to celebrate the New Year; Zhou Huaiyue was beaten because of a military order, etc.

After escaping the disaster, the person he missed was not waiting for him.

The candy wrapper is lost, and the hope is gone too!

"He, also wishes you happiness." Wu Yi finally said it.

He let it go, let go of the tie that never belonged to him.

Shen Roujiao pursed her lips and smiled. She understood what this meant. It was time to let go of Zhang Qingjun. She chose Zhou Huaiyue and only liked Zhou Huaiyue. "Thank you, Brother Wu, and thank you, Brother Qingjun."

Wu Yi patted her shoulder and felt sorry for his brother in his heart, regretting that they were clearly destined to be together but were not destined to be together.

She was able to dream about what was happening to him. Most people don't have such a kind of telepathy. Unfortunately, God was not on her side and only gave her the opportunity but not the fate.

…

It’s almost the end of March and Zhou Huaiyue hasn’t returned yet?

In a phone call a few days ago, he said that everything had been handled and he would be home before the end of the month.

But I waited day after day, but I didn't see anyone and there was no phone call.

The longer one waits, the more anxious one becomes. One starts to have wild thoughts, and all kinds of bad thoughts surge through one's mind, making Shen Roujiao feel very uneasy.

In order to relieve her anxiety, she stayed in the laboratory for a whole day. Tang Zhipei did not chase her away, but he also ignored her. He was busy with the things in the cultivation capsule.

With only one day left in April, Shen Roujiao, who was sitting in the laboratory reading a book, heard a knock on the door. "Young director, young director, please go to the factory gate and check. The big director is back. He drove back." The person who delivered the message was emotional.

"Zhou Huaiyue is driving? Huaiyue, you're back!" Dropping the book, Shen Roujiao ran out.

The book fell to the ground, and when Tang Zhipei picked it up, he muttered, "She must be a bad student. She hasn't turned a page in half an hour. Oh, her mind is full of love and affection. What's the point!"

People's joys and sorrows are not the same; everyone has his or her own way of living.

Shen Roujiao ran at the speed of a 100-meter sprint and saw Zhou Huaiyue from a distance. He was leaning against a white sedan.

He also saw her, ran forward a little, opened his arms, and wanted to give Shen Roujiao a big hug.

Unexpectedly, Shen Roujiao jumped up, hooked her arms around his neck, wrapped her legs around Zhou Huaiyue's waist, and hung on him.

Zhou Huaiyue could only hold her up with a red face. Before he could recover from the excitement, Shen Roujiao's lips were imprinted on his lips. All the employees in the factory were eating on the spot. The junior factory director was passionate, and the senior factory director was dizzy and turned away after being kissed.

"Did you miss me?" Shen Roujiao held up the face she had been thinking about day and night and acted coquettishly.

"I think about it every day!" Zhou Huaiyue carried her to the car, "This is a gift from Zhenhua for our pharmaceutical factory. See if you like it."

"Wow, Aunt Chen, you're so generous!" Shen Roujiao loosened her hands around her neck and tried to get out of his arms, but Zhou Huaiyue refused, "Let me hold you for a while longer."

"good!"

shy?

Does not exist.

There’s no panic at the train platform, so why should our own pharmaceutical factory be panicking?

When young people fall in love, they want to be extremely passionate.

Zhou Huaiyue really hugged Shen Roujiao and walked around the car. It was a Shanghai brand old grandfather's car with simple and tough body lines, chrome-plated decorative strips and round headlights on the front, and a square rear end. The overall shape was retro and elegant.

"Did you drive it back?" she asked curiously.

Seeing him nod, Shen Roujiao asked again: "Did you secretly learn to drive?"

"I didn't do it secretly. I learned it seriously." After finishing work in the morning, I went to learn how to drive in the afternoon.

“But you didn’t say that on the phone.”

"I want to give you a surprise. Roujiao, are you happy?" Zhou Huaiyue was finally willing to let the person go.

"Yeah." She smiled so beautifully, like a flower in spring.

"Get in the car, I'll take you for a ride." Zhou Huaiyue took her hand and opened the car door for Shen Roujiao.

The car started up and drove out of everyone's sight amid the noise of employees eating melons.

"Our CEO can also drive a car. That's amazing."

"It's obviously the junior factory manager who is amazing. Look at how blessed she is. The senior factory manager treats her like a star. She has everything she wants!"

"Go back, go back, we are still at work! The noisy place has gone!" Shen Tiancheng yelled.

The car drove along the road and stopped under a cherry tree in full bloom.

"It's so beautiful." Shen Roujiao rolled down the car window and reached out of the window to catch the petals blown down by the wind.

Right on target, a small pink dot fell into the palm of my hand. "Look."

When she turned around and wanted to show the petals to Zhou Huaiyue, he had already come to her, lifted her chin, and looked into her eyes, "You are beautiful too!"

The lingering eyes are the love that is about to burst out.

When he kissed her, she moved away a little, and when he kissed her again, she moved away again...

Zhou Huaiyue was stunned, but just smiled. With her dark eyes, she slowly approached him tenderly. She took the initiative to kiss his lips, little by little, like petals swaying in the wind, gently stirring the nerves of his whole body...