Chapter 72 71. People in the Photo
Only after Zhou Qian returned to the camp did he feel the heavy pressure suddenly lifted.
This lasted for a whole day and night. Even though their physical fitness was better than that of ordinary people, the mental fatigue was difficult to dissipate.
Now, I can finally take a break.
However, just as I closed my eyes, I suddenly heard someone telling me to go to the meeting room.
"What's the matter?" He grabbed his helmet and put it on immediately, then asked, "Why do we have to have a meeting suddenly? Is there an emergency?"
"No." The other party shook his head: "It was General Wu from the Imperial Capital who sent a message and needs you to answer a few questions."
Zhou Qian thought of the list he had handed over and coughed twice out of guilt.
But in a flash he felt justified again - Huaiyu could buy chicks on his own, so wouldn't it be a matter of time for him to store enough materials to build a house?
Who cares about his compensation?
Just Lin Xuefeng's ice sculpture could be sold for about 5,000 points on the black market.
but……
When he arrived at the conference room, he saw someone turned on the screen and handed him a headset: "Captain Zhou, General Wu wants to talk to you alone. I'm going to go down first."
On the big screen in front of him was a photo of a young woman.
This person... He subconsciously took a look at him twice.
Who is this? I don't know.
Then I put on the headset and heard a beep. Someone was online on the other end:
"Captain Zhou Qianzhou?"
"Yes." Zhou Qian subconsciously stood up straight, staring at the screen in front of him, but suddenly felt a little familiar.
"General Wu," he replied respectfully, "Excuse me, is there anything else I can do for you?"
"Nothing," Wu Yue said calmly, "I just want to ask you, does the Huaiyu you know look like the person in the photo?"
"Not like it." Zhou Qian gave the answer directly without even thinking.
This wasn't a lie, but although the two of them felt a little familiar, if you look closely, they were not similar in any way.
As for that familiar feeling...
Zhou Qian thought that it was probably because both of them were good-looking and even had their own unique features that they had this similar feeling.
Was the person in the photo a well-known figure before the disaster? Why did he look more and more familiar? But this familiar look was completely different from Huaiyu after looking at him for a long time.
After all, looking good and looking good are different.
The woman in the photo is about 20 to 30 years old and has light makeup on. However, because the picture is enlarged, all the flaws are visible, so you can also tell that her skin is a little dark and has a few faint scar marks, which is not good.
It is different from Xiaoyu's delicate and fair skin, which even has faint blue blood vessels.
Next is the hair. The other person's hair is a little yellow, frizzy and dry, making him look malnourished, which is also very different.
And the eyes... The person on the screen has a pair of wide double eyelids, which makes the eyes look big and beautiful, but the tension and fatigue in the eyes are also obvious...
Huaiyu...Huaiyu seems different.
Zhou Qian was too embarrassed to stare at a young girl back and forth, and could only think of it based on his memory -
Xiao Yuna is a teenage girl, she hasn't grown up yet, and her eyes seem to be almond-shaped, quite distinctive, different from this one.
The person on the screen stood under the tree, smiling awkwardly, looking a little unconfident and a little sad, with his hands awkwardly clenched together.
Oh, one more thing, the knuckles of the other person's fingers in the photo were thick and slightly rough, not white and tender... It seemed that he was used to doing rough work.
But Huaiyu is not like that.
Look at her thin arms and legs. No matter how much rough work she does, her hands still look white and clean. Maybe her skin condition is hereditary.
When she needs help from someone, she would call him brother sweetly, her smile was particularly bright, and her emotions were particularly obvious.
The girl in the photo gives people a feeling of being a little stubborn, and having a kind of strength in melancholy.
Zhou Qian scratched his head. He couldn’t describe it well, but this was probably the feeling.
What's wrong with General Wu? Two people who have nothing in common are still asking what similarities they have.
Judging from the temper Huaiyu had this morning, if someone made her unhappy or felt uncomfortable, she would probably throw the basket down on the other person's head in anger!
She is the one who can endure losses and hardships while others can, but she won’t accept anything.
More details...
The more Zhou Qian thought about it, the more headache he felt.
Because human memory is so magical. If you really want to know what a person looks like, you can't piece together the details of their facial features by just imagining them in your mind.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
Anyway, he knew that the two were different, and that was enough.
In short, after a brief mental evaluation, he reaffirmed: "General Wu, there is no similarity between the two."
The person on the other end of the phone was silent. After a long while, he smiled bitterly and said, "Are you sure?"
"I'm sure." Zhou Qian said firmly.
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a long time.
Zhou Qian thought about it and took the opportunity to ask, "General Wu, the list I sent this morning..."
He was afraid that the final amount would be a bit high and the other party would not approve it, so he quickly added: "The house was built by the little girl herself, bit by bit. Now her home is gone, and she is crying miserably..."
After saying this, he was stunned.
This, this, this, although this is a lot, it shouldn't be a big problem for General Wu, right? Why does he still think that others will complain about it? Hiss! Am I starting to look at him with tinted glasses? Or did I have a filter before, but now it's broken?
However, as he spoke, Wu Yue on the other side seemed relieved: "Crying...Huai Yu never cries...Forget it, I just won't give up."
"Captain Zhou, thank you for your help."
The communication ended there, and the other party did not answer whether the list was acceptable or not.
Zhou Qian was stunned on the spot, and finally put the problem behind him: "Who cares? It's you who destroyed the things anyway. I will listen to you and pay as much as I can. You can approve it or not!"
This money was advanced by their defense army, so it would be embarrassing if they don't want to approve it.
…
Meanwhile, in the imperial capital, Wu Yue, who had been traveling all the way without a rest, looked at the photo on the screen, and a hint of nostalgia welled up in his eyes.
"Huai Yu, you were so determined when you wrote your suicide note. You didn't want to have anything to do with me, and you didn't want to accept this unfair world..."
"Now everyone only knows that I was the one who gave birth to the Rose Corridor, and no one has ever heard of you. If you knew, would you regret it?"
"My mother is still the same... To be honest, it's all your fault for being too generous to her. I know you really want to have a family..."
"But she couldn't change her extravagant habits, and now even I—"
His sadness came to an abrupt end.
Because the score [6573] on the list that popped up in the mailbox was particularly eye-catching.
Update one.
(End of this chapter)