The one who loves you

"My brother is missing. The day before yesterday afternoon, he said he had something to do and has not returned since. He did not even show up for the most important dinner last night. My father, Uncle Lu, the girl's eldest brother, and several high-ranking military leaders were all there, but my brother was not. My mother and I waited for him all night, but we did not see him. Even my father was panicking this morning."

Zhang Qingjie's brows were tightly knitted together, and the dark circles under his eyes did not lie, "Roujiao, you must know where my brother is?"

Zhang Qingjun had questioned him about whether he had met Shen Roujiao in Shanghai. He tried to fool him but failed, so he confessed everything.

His brother was so abnormally missing that Zhang Qingjie thought of Shen Roujiao first, because he found the phone number of Shanghai Hotel on the desk in Zhang Qingjun's room and secretly called it. That number would not be used by anyone except Shen Roujiao.

After discovering Zhang Qingjun's little secret, he was very nervous and tried to persuade his brother several times in a roundabout way, but his brother didn't respond.

"He should still be at the Xidan Xinhua Bookstore."

"Bookstore? What is my brother doing there?" After the first question mark popped up in Zhang Qingjie's mind, the second question immediately popped up, "Is he waiting for you?"

What kind of person would spend so much time in a bookstore? Unless he is not going to buy books, but to wait for someone.

"He wanted to meet, so I left a letter. He probably didn't see it." Shen Roujiao firmly believed that if Zhang Qingjun saw the letter, he would not wait there foolishly.

Something must have gone wrong in the middle, maybe the letter was lost, maybe the aunt was sick and didn't come, or maybe she didn't recognize him... In short, Shen Roujiao felt a little regretful. If the letter had been given in a different way, ensuring that Zhang Qingjun could see it, what happened now would not have happened.

"If you didn't go, he would have understood what I meant even if he had to wait until dark. Why is he still there now?" Zhang Qingjie expressed his confusion. When had his brave brother ever done such an unreliable thing?

"He said he couldn't wait any longer and would stand at number 18." Shen Roujiao knew clearly in her heart: Zhang Qingjun was not joking.

"Is it still my brother? Number 18, he's not getting married? He's crazy."

Zhang Qingjie simply couldn't believe his ears. A soldier temporarily escaped from marriage. The girl's family had such a powerful background, so many military leaders, and so many heavyweight guests, but he didn't care at all, just to see this meaningless side.

He obviously knew everything. Shen Roujiao chose Zhou Huaiyue, and they were a good couple. Why did she risk everything like a madman, not caring about the consequences?

"Rou Jiao, if you don't go, I can't get rid of him. You know, no matter who says something, it's useless if he makes up his mind. Brother Zhang, please, wait until his wedding is over, and I will come to Huai Yue's house to apologize, okay?"

Shen Roujiao thought for a moment, then slowly raised her head, looked at Zhou Huaiyue, smiled at him, and then said to Zhang Qingjie, "Let's go."

She didn't dare and couldn't go over. Zhou Huaiyue would not let her go with Zhang Qingjie. A fight was inevitable.

Inside the carriage, looking at Shen Roujiao wiping her tears, Zhang Qingjie hurriedly comforted her: "Young boss, this time Brother Zhang owes you a big favor, and I will repay you by working like a slave in the future. My brother was really not like this before, I was usually the one who did such stupid things. You talk to him." Zhang Qingjie was almost speechless with anger.

......

Twenty minutes later, the jeep stopped in front of the Xinhua Bookstore. When the two got out of the car, they saw Zhang Qingjun leaning against the red wall with a book in his arms, reading in the sun, looking leisurely and contented, enjoying the quiet time.

He was furious.

His family members were anxious like ants on the hot pot, but he was still in the mood to read. As expected of a soldier, he had a very stable mentality.

"Brother!" After a shout, Zhang Qingjun raised his head, first looked at them in confusion, then closed the book, his eyes fell on Shen Roujiao's face, and threw the book to Zhang Qingjie who was walking nearby, "Go wait over there."

!

What kind of person is this?

How can you treat your own brother like this?

Zhang Qingjie sneered, but still obediently took the book and went to the other side.

"Didn't you receive the letter?" Shen Rou asked in an unabashed tone.

"What letter? I thought you wouldn't come, so Qingjie went to find you?" He tore the letter into pieces with a natural look, without any trace of flaw.

"Why don't you go home? I made it clear on the phone, I don't want to see you." Seeing his nonchalant look, Shen Roujiao was already extremely angry.

"Angry?"

Zhang Qingjun took something out of his pocket, clenched his fist and presented it to her. He slowly opened his palm, and inside it lay a piece of fruit candy. "Have some candy."

Time stood still, and the plastic wrappers of the fruit candies reflected colorful light in the sunlight, making his palms colorful.

That year, at that train station, she also gave him the same piece of fruit candy.

Memories attacked the two people: Zhang Qingjun exchanged a watch for a piece of fruit candy, they smiled with tears in their eyes and looked at each other. That year he said: Two years later, if I come back, I will look for you; if not... their eyes were red.

Zhang Qingjun put the candy into Shen Roujiao's hand. Seeing the tears on her cheeks, he gently wiped them away for her and coaxed her tenderly, "Why are you crying? We agreed that I would come back to find you if I survived."

Her tears seemed to carve a knife into his heart again and again. Even though the pain was clear, Zhang Qingjun still felt happy.

She was the one he loved with great difficulty, someone who was within reach but whom he could not possess.

When she heard that he was still alive, Shen Roujiao suddenly remembered the dream. The snow under him was red, and his body was as cold as death. No matter how she called out, there was no response.

"Brother Qingjun, it's great to be alive."

She cried until she choked. Zhang Qingjun had lost a lot of weight, but the light in his eyes was still bright and the faith in his heart was still dazzling.

"Did you dream that I was dead? Were you scared? Did you cry like this?"

Tears were welling up in his eyes. He raised his head high to pretend to be strong, but he couldn't stop the tears from falling.

"It was all blood. I kept shouting, but no one saved you."

That dream was so real that even now when I think back on it, it still feels so real and scary.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

If she had told him earlier, he would never accept love from others even if he waited until his death. He could love her all his life as a friend.

But tomorrow, he is getting married.

The person Zhang Qingjun wanted to marry was not her. They missed each other and there was no turning back.

Zhang Qingjun didn't dare to look at Shen Roujiao again, for fear that she would see the tears in his eyes.

"Brother Qingjun, go back. You should live a good life in your new life." Her words of advice were also her inner voice.

At this moment, they are all people who have been reborn after a disaster, and they should live a good life so as not to disappoint the people who love them in this life.

"If Huai Yue wasn't your master, if he had returned to the capital earlier, if I had asked you to wait for two years, would the result be different?"

Even though he knew clearly that there were no ifs in life and no assumptions in destiny, Zhang Qingjun still wanted to know whether he had the chance to become the one in her heart.

Shen Roujiao looked at him silently without answering. She didn't know the answer, and had never imagined it. Such an assumption was meaningless.

"You've been moved, haven't you?"

If he couldn't become her lover, then did the moment of affection he felt for her really exist?

She was silent for a long time and still did not answer. In the last second when Zhang Qingjun was almost in despair, she nodded gently.

Zhang Qingjun smiled as if relieved. At the moment when tears were pouring down, he turned around. His beating heart seemed to be dug out. The empty and suffocating feeling almost made him unable to breathe.

Why are you asking now?

Why ask only after you lose it?

Why not ask earlier, earlier?

If that's the case, he chooses not to go to Tibet;

If that happens, he can transfer to Yunnan;

If that were the case, he would stay by her side, waiting for Zhou Huaiyue to make a mistake, then catch up, and then take her place...

Unfortunately, he asked too late, too late.

That red wall witnessed Zhang Qingjun's emotional collapse. Last night, he looked at the starry sky and asked all night. He was looking forward to and afraid of knowing the answer. But now when he really heard the answer he wanted, he didn't have the courage to face her gaze.

For a few moments, he even wished he was not alive. It was so painful. That empty space hurt more than being pierced by a bullet. Something was pouring in, accompanying every breath, just to make him feel pain.

I can't help it.

The words that were weighing on his heart made it hard for him to breathe.

Zhang Qingjun turned around and held her in his arms, saying in a voice that was trembling with pain, "Don't want anything else, just come with me, okay?" He knew it was impossible, but he had to say it. He had waited until now just for this sentence.

For this sentence, he would give up everything, as long as she followed him and loved him.

"Qingjun, I love Huaiyue." She admitted that she had been attracted to him, but it was just affection, not love.

As if struck by lightning, he pushed her away, took a step back, and the two of them distanced themselves from each other.

"sorry."

Zhang Qingjun wiped the tears from his face and apologized for his uncontrollable and inappropriate behavior.

"This is the last time." Shen Roujiao looked straight into his eyes without any hesitation.

The last time we met, the last time we were moved, the last time we hugged each other.

"Okay. I'll go back." Zhang Qingjun pretended to be strong, calmed down his emotions, quickly straightened his clothes, and saluted her.

"Qingjun, I wish you happiness."

Her best wishes and most sincere blessings to him.

"Thank you!"

He looked at her deeply, with all his love, and then looked at her again, carving her into the gap where the bullet had passed.

From then on, she was his secret, his symbol, and his faith.

On the other hand, Zhang Qingjie, who witnessed the whole process, also cried bitterly. His brother was so pitiful. It was the first time that Zhang Qingjun liked someone, and the first time he liked someone so much. Why did it happen? Why did it make him so painful.

Seeing Zhang Qingjun salute and leave, he wiped his face with his sleeve and hurriedly followed him. He heard his brother's cold command, "Let the car take her back, you follow me."

"Where are you going?" Zhang Qingjie asked puzzledly.

"Drink, want to get drunk."

"? We have to go to the Qin family to pick up the bride at 8 o'clock tomorrow. Brother, stop drinking." Zhang Qingjie just wanted to get him home as soon as possible to avoid a long sleep.

Zhang Qingjun sneered a few times and said in a serious voice, "If you don't want to see me run away from marriage, you'd better make me drunk until tomorrow morning."