Yun Qiao could understand Gu Cheng's feelings.
If you encounter this kind of thing, no one would laugh unless they are stupid.
Yun Qiao sighed and said, "Gu Cheng is in this state now. Go ahead and ask the instructor in the camp to talk to him more often when he's free and pay attention to his emotions. It's okay to be frustrated for a while, but don't let it become a serious problem."
Once a person suffers from mental illness, his personality will easily become distorted.
He Tingjun nodded: "I know."
Yun Qiao put on an apron and helped He Tingjun to process the pheasant. He Tingjun skillfully chopped the chicken into pieces. Yun Qiao soaked the hazel mushrooms and prepared the green onion and ginger side dishes.
As night fell, the aroma of chicken fills the courtyard. Yun Qiao pours the stewed chicken into two lunch boxes, one for He Tingjun to deliver to Gu Cheng, the other for Qin Zheng. The remaining chicken remains covered in the pot, waiting for the two to return after delivering the meat.
After leaving the alley, the two men went their separate ways, He Tingjun to the left and Yun Qiao to the right.
Yun Qiao came to No. 9 Hutong and knocked on Qin Zheng's door.
"Who is it?" Qin Zheng said as he came over to open the door.
"Brother, it's me." Yun Qiao replied.
As soon as he finished speaking, the courtyard door opened, and Qin Zheng appeared in the doorway, drenched in sweat. The temperature was over ten degrees Celsius, and he was only wearing a short-sleeved sports shirt. He was sweating profusely, and the fabric on his chest was also soaked with sweat, sticking to his skin, revealing the outline of his chest muscles.
"Why are you here?" Qin Zheng took a step back and made room at the door for Yun Qiao to come in.
Yun Qiao raised the lunch box in his hand and said, "I stewed some chicken at home and brought some to you."
Qin Zheng showed a happy smile on his face: "It's amazing that you are thinking about your brother even though you are eating something delicious."
Yun Qiao followed Qin Zheng into the house, frowning at his sweat-soaked back. He said worriedly, "Brother, it's getting cold, aren't you cold wearing so little?"
Qin Zheng said: "I'm exercising. I don't feel cold when I exercise."
"You can't just wear this little, you have to wear a long-sleeved shirt at least." Yun Qiao advised: "You don't feel cold when you're exercising, but you can easily catch a cold if you're not careful afterward."
Qin Zheng knew that Yun Qiao cared about him. Although he had been exercising like this over the years and never caught a cold or fever easily, he did not argue with her. He went into the house and obediently found a thin coat to wear outside.
Yun Qiao walked into the kitchen with ease and found that because the kitchen had not been used for a long time, a thin layer of dust had accumulated on the cabinets and chopping boards.
Yun Qiao opened the cupboard, took out Qin Zheng's lunch box, took it to the sink and rinsed it, then poured the chicken in his lunch box into his.
Qin Zheng came out of the main room. Yun Qiao heard footsteps and turned to look at him: "There's dust all over the kitchen. Brother, have you not cooked at home since my mom and the others left?"
Qin Zheng nodded: "There's no need to do it alone. I have to wash, clean, and light the fire. I'll just eat in the cafeteria."
Yun Qiao hummed, "It's better to eat in the cafeteria. It saves us the trouble."
It's just that Qin Zheng lives alone in such a big yard, which seems too lonely.
Yun Qiao couldn't help but ask, "Brother, did Sister Jing Wan agree to your pursuit?"
Qin Zheng's eyes dimmed, and he pretended to be relaxed and said, "Not yet, but it should be soon. She has softened her attitude towards me a lot recently."
Unlike before, when he would raise all his thorns and start resisting as soon as I approached, this showed that his efforts were effective.
"That's great." Yun Qiao curled the corners of his lips: "I hope to hear good news from you two soon."
Qin Zheng smiled and said, "I'll borrow your good words."
Yun Qiao talked with Qin Zheng for a while, and when they returned home, He Tingjun had already returned from Gu Cheng's place.
Yun Qiao took off his coat and went to wash his hands behind the door. As he washed, he asked, "Is Gu Chengzhi feeling okay?"
He Tingjun: "Yes. When I went there, he was playing cards with someone. Although he looked down, he was still able to joke and laugh with others."
Yun Qiao nodded and asked, "Captain Xiong is getting married, so he's not going, right?"
"He's not going." He Tingjun said, "I have something to tell you. Two company commanders of the First Regiment left during the September retirement season, leaving vacancies. After National Day, Gu Cheng will probably be transferred to the First Regiment, and he won't be a member of our battalion anymore."
"That's great. It saves you from having to share this with Captain Xiong after something like this happens. It's annoying enough to see him from time to time." Yun Qiao said, "When they're transferred, you can invite them to your house for dinner. After all, it was because of attending our wedding that we met this bad fate. I always feel a little guilty."
"Okay." He Tingjun happened to have the same idea.
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