Chapter 292 Don't feel sad for me, you should be happy for me.

Meng Zhiyi almost used up all his courage to shout out this name.

Among the 30 teammates, except for Lin Chuan, Wang Yanjun was her best friend because they were of similar age, had many topics to talk about, and Wang Yanjun was the most lively one because of his lively personality.

Even when he is in a desperate situation during an operation, he will find ways to make everyone relax.

So when they saw each other outside the Chinese restaurant that day, Meng Zhiyi didn't dare to recognize him at all.

She couldn't imagine how much hardship the boy who was once so carefree had gone through to become what he is today.

"Wang Yanjun." Meng Zhiyi walked forward with heavy steps, looking at the person who had stopped in front of him.

But the other party didn't respond to her at all. He just paused for a moment and then ran away more eagerly.

Seeing this, Shen Que moved quickly and ran forward to stand in front of Wang Yanjun.

"Get out of the way!" Wang Yanjun's voice was hoarse and dull, with a hint of anger and subtle panic.

Shen Que didn't say anything, but looked at Meng Zhiyi.

"You're blaming me, aren't you?"

"You blame me as the captain for not being able to bring you back safely. You blame me for making a wrong decision that led to the death of my teammates during the operation. You blame me for not being competent enough. So you don't want to see me anymore, right?"

Meng Zhiyi said this and walked towards him step by step.

Wang Yanjun lowered his head, letting his dirty hair cover his face. His only relatively healthy right hand supported the ground, and he trembled and struggled to support his broken body, moving forward inch by inch.

Hearing Meng Zhiyi's words, he bit his lip tightly, even forgetting to deny it, and almost sobbed and said, "No, no."

He never blamed anyone, but only blamed himself for not dying in the action, but living like this, half-human, half-ghost.

But he was unwilling to accept that as a living being he could do nothing for his dead comrades and could only watch helplessly as they were slandered.

"Wang Yanjun, I've been to see Chi Xia and my aunt. Don't you want to know how they are doing now?"

Hearing this, Wang Yanjun was moved for a moment. He struggled to ask the question in his heart, but swallowed it back when it came to his lips.

He gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice: "You have the wrong person."

"Coward."

After saying this, Meng Zhiyi stopped behind him.

Wang Yanjun: “I’m not!”

Meng Zhiyi: "If you don't even dare to admit it, you are just a coward."

Wang Yanjun: "I... I'm not..."

Meng Zhiyi's eyes were filled with tears. She slowly squatted down, reached out and grabbed Wang Yanjun's clothes, which were already dirty, and choked up and said, "Chi Xia gave birth to a child for you. Auntie's health is not very good, and she often gets confused, but she always remembers that you are still in the army."

"Chi Xia said that Auntie was traumatized after hearing the news of your sacrifice. She has been taking care of Auntie all these years. Your neighbors all say that she is a good wife."

"Chi Xia also said that even if you didn't get married, she would recognize you for the rest of her life."

"The last time I visited your family, Auntie held my hand and said that Xiaojun was in the army and didn't come home often. She also said that when you come home, she would ask me to come over for dinner."

"Auntie said she can make my favorite meatball soup."

"Wang Yanjun, come home with me."

"Go home..." Wang Yanjun choked up and smiled bitterly, "I am better off now than dead."

"Nonsense! Being alive... being alive is more important than anything else!" Meng Zhiyi clutched his clothes tightly, fearing that he would run away again, and continued: "Uncle Lin was in a coma for many years, and he woke up not long ago. I also found evidence that can clear the names of my comrades. They don't have to be wandering ghosts anymore, and can go home."

"So, come home with me. Go back to see Chi Xia, see your aunt, and see your child, okay?"

Wang Yanjun did not answer Meng Zhiyi, but asked back: "You said you can clear the names of the brothers? Is that true?"

Meng Zhiyi: "I promise you, they will return home with honor as heroes."

Hearing this, Wang Yanjun could no longer hold back and burst into tears.

He never thought that he would be able to wait for this day in his lifetime.

Perhaps it was because of the years of wandering, or perhaps it was because he had waited for the news he most expected, Wang Yanjun did not run away again.

After he vented his long-suppressed emotions, he moved his body and turned to look at Meng Zhiyi.

That day in the Chinese restaurant, he only dared to look from a distance.

Due to uncertainty and his current condition, he immediately fled.

But now, he looked carefully at the person in front of him, whose face was a little different from what he remembered.

Wang Yanjun couldn't tell what was different about her, but as soon as he saw her, he could tell that she was the person he knew.

"You're... a little different, but you seem the same."

Meng Zhiyi swallowed and said with a guilty conscience: "I...I had plastic surgery."

“…”

After hearing the answer, Wang Yanjun and Shen Que both fell silent.

Shen Que turned his face away slightly, thinking that this excuse was indeed quite good.

However, Wang Yanjun did not dwell on this issue too much. Instead, he was eager to know when Meng Zhiyi would be able to clear the names of his sacrificed comrades.

"The evidence has been submitted, and everything that Song Zhaoqing and his wife did will be made public. The honor they stole will be returned."

Wang Yanjun lowered his head, somewhat self-blaming: "I am also responsible for the failure of that operation. Before we set out, I saw Song Zhaoqing leave the camp, but I didn't tell you. I thought he was just going out for a trip, and never suspected that he would betray you."

"It's not important anymore. Don't think about those things anymore. Those who are alive should look forward." Meng Zhi felt that Wang Yanjun had endured too much and didn't want him to blame himself for it for the rest of his life.

Afterwards, Shen Que and Meng Zhiyi took Wang Yanjun back.

When he washed off the dirt on his body, shaved off his messy hair, changed into clean clothes and reappeared in front of Meng Zhiyi, her eyes immediately reddened.

Without the wide torn clothes to cover him, Wang Yanjun's broken legs and left hand appeared naked in front of Meng Zhiyi.

The fierce scars on her face were like the sharp claws of a beast, tearing at her again and again.

The only right hand that was still intact was also covered with burn scars. The hands that Meng Zhiyi had praised for being beautiful were now burned beyond recognition.

Meng Zhiyi couldn't bear it anymore, so she turned around and let the tears flow out.

Shen Que was a man of integrity. The moment he saw him, he felt a little bit sorry for him, but more of it was admiration.

Wang Yanjun watched Meng Zhiyi turn her back and wipe her tears, then smiled and said, "I am lucky. I fell into the water when the explosion happened, was washed downstream, and was rescued by refugees."

"Although I lost my legs and arms, compared to my brothers who died, at least I am still alive."

"Boss, don't feel sad for me, you should be happy for me."