Chapter 71 A Ridiculous Dream
He Tingjun: "I don't know, I haven't seen it."
"Really? Captain Yang, could you possibly let him get away?" Liu Zhijun looked at him suspiciously. "He's the most active matchmaker in our regiment. Every one of the brothers he's targeting has surrendered."
"How can you talk like that?" He Tingjun frowned and reached out to push Liu Zhijun's face away. "Captain Yang meant well, but what did you say?"
"Yes, yes, I misunderstood." Liu Zhijun quickly corrected himself. "What I meant was that Captain Yang is a natural at matchmaking. He has a keen eye, and every man or woman he introduces to you always succeeds. You really don't want to consider it?"
Hearing Liu Zhijun's words, Yun Qiao's pretty little face suddenly appeared in He Tingjun's mind at an inappropriate time.
The words Yang Yuanfan had said to him also played vividly in his ears.
He Tingjun suddenly stood up and reached out to unbutton his collar: "Okay, Zhijun, it's getting late, I need to rest. You should go back to your room and rest too."
He was a little upset, and he was shaking his head, trying to get rid of these ridiculous thoughts in his mind.
Liu Zhijun glanced at the clock on the wall and realized it was indeed getting late. He swallowed the remaining roasted sweet potato in two or three bites and stood up. "Okay, it's really getting late. I should go to bed too."
Perhaps because he thought too much before going to bed, He Tingjun did not sleep well that night.
He tossed and turned and dreamed all night.
The dream was a mess, absurd and chaotic. When I woke up, I had a splitting headache, but I couldn't remember anything.
Outside the window, white snow fell all over the ground, and even the windowsill was covered with a finger-thick layer of snow.
He Tingjun sat expressionlessly at the head of the bed in a daze, until he heard the sound of Liu Zhijun getting up and washing outside the door. Then he woke up as if from a dream. With a somewhat evasive look, he crumpled up his dirty pants and threw them into the enamel basin under the bed.
He scrubbed the clothes clean, washed up, and went to the cafeteria to eat breakfast. But he went back to the office and He Tingjun couldn't completely get out of last night's dream.
He sat on a chair, seemingly working, but in fact his mind had been wandering for a while.
Suddenly, the office door was pushed open, and then a heavy military coat fell from mid-air and hit He Tingjun's arms directly.
He Tingjun finally regained consciousness and looked at the newcomer in confusion: "What are you doing?"
Yang Yuanfan said unhappily, "Comrade Cui, return your military coat."
He Tingjun said "Oh" and put his coat on the empty space next to him, preparing to go back and wash it.
Yang Yuanfan pulled a chair and sat down across from He Tingjun's desk, knocking on it to get his attention. "Tingjun, what are you thinking? Commander Liang personally brought you and Comrade Cui together, and why are you so rude to him?"
"Why didn't I give Commander Liang face?" He Tingjun said, "Commander Liang asked me to send Comrade Cui home, and I did."
"How did you send her back?" Yang Yuanfan was almost amused by his anger. "It was so cold, and Comrade Cui was wearing only a pair of shoes, yet you made her walk back on her own for ten minutes. Her feet were so frozen she couldn't even stand, so why didn't you offer to carry her on your back?"
"It's not like I asked her to wear shoes." He Tingjun couldn't understand Yang Yuanfan's train of thought: "Besides, she was cold, and I took the initiative to give her my military coat. Isn't that okay?"
"...Okay." Yang Yuanfan almost squeezed out the word from his throat: "Okay, okay, but why did you say that the military coat is mine?"
"She insisted on asking the division commander to bring the military coat to the unit. That's impossible." He Tingjun said as a matter of course: "Besides, your home is close to Division Commander Liang's home. She can send the military coat to your home, and you can bring it to me at the same time, killing two birds with one stone. Look, you brought it to me as soon as you got to work. How convenient."
"..." Yang Yuanfan was so angry with He Tingjun that he didn't know what to say.
He sneered, "Should I still praise your intelligence?"
"That's not necessary." He Tingjun still had some desire.
Yang Yuanfan sighed, "Tingjun, Tingjun, tell me what's wrong with Comrade Cui. Why won't you just get along with him?"
"She's fine, but I don't have any plans to start a family right now."
"If you have no plans to start a family with her, then who do you plan to start a family with?"
“…”
He Tingjun was helpless: "Can you please stop being picky about words? You know that's not what I meant."
"You don't like Comrade Xiao Fang from the Agricultural Reclamation Bureau's military regiment, and you don't like Comrade Cui from the military region's military regiment either. Did I get the wrong idea? You don't like female comrades in the arts at all."
Yang Yuanfan answered the question irrelevantly: "What about those who hold the pen and write articles? Do you like them? I remember there were a few female reporters at the 58th Farm headquarters, and their conditions were pretty good."
"If being a reporter doesn't appeal to you, there's always nursing. Studying medicine is actually pretty good, too. The work might be a bit hectic, but if you have children in the future, any minor illnesses can be treated at home, without having to go to the hospital. It saves a lot of trouble."
"And more..."
"Captain Yang." He Tingjun couldn't stand it any longer and interrupted him loudly: "It's working hours now. Please stop hanging around here and go back to your office, okay?"
"No." Yang Yuanfan: "I am just doing this to reflect your thoughts. This is a legitimate reason."
He Tingjun was silent for a moment, then reminded, "Thought work should be done by the Party Committee."
Yang Yuanfan: "Commissioner and I have a close relationship. I took the initiative to help him solve his problems, which he couldn't ask for more."
He Tingjun: "... whatever you want."
He lowered his head and began to work, trying to pretend that Yang Yuanfan didn't exist.
Yang Yuanfan didn't let him go, and continued to chatter. He kept reminding him, "Tingjun, the border has been unstable these past few days. The fighting nation on the other side has been frequently crossing the line to provoke us. We don't know when the next wave of trouble will arise."
"If you don't get married and have children soon, once the war breaks out again, you'll be sent to the battlefield. If something happens, you won't even have any children. What will happen to the elderly at home?"
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