Chapter 827 After New Year's Day 4

After inviting Wan Xinguo into the house, Hong Zhanjun asked him to sit down and poured him some water.

"Don't bother me, old comrade!" Wan Xinguo stood up, took the broken enamel pot with both hands, and felt the warmth from the hot water. "I am taking the liberty of visiting you, old comrade, because I actually want to stay here for a few days."

"No problem!" Hong Zhanjun agreed without even asking the reason for the stay. "I'm an old man living alone and I'm lonely. I'm so happy that you're here to keep me company. This means that someone is fetching water for my water tank."

Usually, young men from the neighborhood help out, or water sellers deliver the water directly to my doorstep.

The old man didn't mention a word about the cost of the stay.

Wan Xinguo was very grateful, and hurriedly handed him the package that Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue asked him to bring, and explained the whole story.

Hong Zhanjun's eyes immediately moistened, and he kept saying, "You're so polite, so polite, so polite. My house belongs to the government, and they live in a government-owned house. When they left, they left me a hundred yuan and several pieces of furniture, but they didn't use much of the things in the house. Now they've made me some clothes and shoes and brought them here. I really don't know what to say."

"What are you doing?" The soldier on guard stared at him for a long time, even though he was wearing a military uniform like him.

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Seeing his attitude, Wan Xinguo swallowed all his questions and said, "I'm here to find Comrade Zhao Hanzhi. I wonder if this comrade is in the military region? If he is, please inform him and say that I'm from the Tibet Military Region and a soldier under Division Commander Zhao Yong. If Commander Zhao is not here, then I'll look for Comrade Jiang Yun." This was what Lu Jiang told him before he came.

Wan Xinguo saluted and handed over his ID to prove that he was not a bad person. "Comrade, I want to ask you something. I don't know if it's convenient for you."

Although he felt unworthy of the hundred yuan and asked Wang Xinsheng to return it, and finally used it to help people in need, he felt very comfortable because he had fulfilled the Lu family's courtesy.

"What's the matter? Our military region has regulations." That is, you can't say anything that should be said or shouldn't be said.

He was a veteran and was particularly kind to Wan Xinguo, cooking for him every morning and evening.

"I can see it and feel it!" said Hong Zhanjun. He has no wife, no children, and no family. He lives here alone and can only interact with his former comrades or talk to neighbors. Suddenly, when he saw the clothes and shoes that Feng Qingxue made specially for him, he felt so touched that he couldn't describe it. He touched the new clothes and shoes with his calloused hands.

"Comrade Lu Jiang and Comrade Qingxue have always been kind people." Wan Xinguo said sincerely.

After wandering around for two days, he was almost caught by the soldiers on guard as a bad guy.

January in the Gregorian calendar was still winter, and the weather was extremely cold, which made it convenient for him to be fully armed.

Upon hearing Wan Xinguo's background, the soldiers on guard dared not be negligent.

Wan Xinguo stayed here at night, and during the day he wandered around the military area where Chen Chen and others were located. He did not show up, and did not directly look for Chen Chen.

When officers from the border defense forces come to visit, they will of course give them a warm welcome.

Zhao Hanzhi was not in the military area, but Jiang Yun was. Because of his daughter, Jiang Yun knew very well about Chen Chen's affairs. He was wondering when Wan Xinguo would arrive. No man could tolerate such a thing.

When Jiang Yun heard that Wan Xinguo had arrived, he asked someone to bring him in. "Old Zhao is not here. Tell me what you want to say."

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