Zeng Guangzhao never imagined that after taking this position, he would one day be disliked by others.
But the truth is, the eldest son of the Yi family, who was once the most mercenary, told him to stay away from his younger brother.
Zeng Guangzhao didn't know what to say for a moment. His boss didn't necessarily need an answer from him. After he finished speaking, he went back to the hospital.
Zeng Guangzhao stood in the cold wind of early spring for a while, then hailed a taxi back to the house that the Chongqing military had prepared for him.
In the following days, Yi Mu was recuperating in the hospital when Miss Li heard that he was sick and brought him a fruit basket to visit him.
My second sister happened to be there too, and the more she looked at this woman, the more she liked her.
After Miss Li left, he said to Yi Mu, "You should cherish her."
Yi Mu smiled without saying a word; this kind of woman was not suitable to be married.
Miss Li is very career-oriented. Based on her ideas and ambitions, she is very likely to devote herself to the revolution in the future, which would not be beneficial to her family.
Ms. Li is a good friend; we can occasionally meet up for a couple of coffees and a chat.
But he wouldn't tell these things to his second sister.
It's said that women are reluctant to marry when they grow up, and men are also afraid of finding a wife when they grow up.
His second sister's current focus is on his marriage. Yi Mu is afraid that if he says he doesn't have feelings for Miss Li, his second sister will immediately introduce him to other people.
On the fourth day of Yi Mu's stay in the hospital, Zeng Guangzhao changed into his regular clothes and came to visit Yi Mu.
His arrival was quite opportune; it was lunchtime, and my second sister and the others had all gone home for lunch, leaving one of the family's maids at the hospital to take care of Yi Mu.
The maid wanted to feed Yi Mu, but Yi Mu laughed and said, "I had surgery on my stomach, not my hand. Go eat by yourself."
As he spoke, he brought the bowl over and picked up a piece of pork rib with his chopsticks.
The maid went out, and just then Zeng Guangzhao walked in.
The weather has been unusual these past two days. It rained and then got foggy, making the air damp and cold.
Zeng Guangzhao closed the door and sat down on the edge of the bed.
When Yi Mu saw him come in, he put down his rice bowl and called out to Commander Zeng.
Zeng Guangzhao felt powerless in the face of Yi Mu.
When he first met Yimu, he was a division commander, which was a fairly high position at that time.
But Yi Mu didn't take him seriously at all, openly challenging him without any fear.
Unlike now, where there's a wary attitude and a sense of distance.
“I’m a few years older than you. If you don’t mind, you can call me big brother.”
How could Yi Mu dare to look down on the army commander?
The lunchbox was put back into his hands.
Zeng Guangzhao took an apple out of the fruit basket and peeled it for Yi Mu.
Yi Mu watched his skillful knife work, his mouth moved as if he wanted to say something, but he held it back.
Zeng Guangzhao sliced a smooth apple with his knife without pausing and handed it to Yi Mu.
Yi Mu reached out and took it, put it back on the table, and said, "I'll eat it later. By the way, Jun... Brother Zeng, what brings you here?"
Zeng Guangzhao only comes to see Yi Mu when he has nothing else to do.
However, his status in Yi Mu's eyes is different now than before, and he needs to find a reason to continue to stay by Yi Mu's side.
"Yes, that's right. It's almost the XXth anniversary of the founding of the National Revolutionary Army. The generals are planning to take some photos to commemorate it. Someone recommended you, saying that your photography skills are superb, so I've come to invite you to take photos for us."
To be honest, this reasoning sounded a bit far-fetched to Yi Mu.
There are many people in this mountain town with better photography skills than him.
Yi Mu was a self-taught photographer and couldn't compare to those who had formally studied photography.
Imu doesn't want to do anything that involves the government.
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