Shuoyu turned around and jumped into the car with Gourou. When they got in, they turned around and waved goodbye to Fanla, who was dumbfounded and had a big package stuffed in his arms. Before their car left, Fanla had already turned around and strode away. His back looked very anxious. Shuoyu narrowed his eyes and looked at Gourou beside him. His nose was licked several times by the enthusiastic big tongue.
"Captain, it's time to go." Shuo Yu reached out and patted Si La Si La who was sitting in a trance in the passenger seat, reminding him that it was time to go.
"Oh, let's go, let's go--!"
The patrolmen from the nearby Zenda City marched away from them. From the time they came in to the time they left, this was not the first group of patrolmen they had encountered. The Zenda City had been armed like a military camp by Yu Xiaoqing.
Shuo Yu sat in the jeep, thinking about what the young Yugong said. To solve a problem, one should not only solve the superficial problems caused by the problem, but also understand why the problem occurs. Solving a problem is never about solving the person who caused the problem. It is not about making someone shut up and then everything will be clear.
Problems are always there, and when they arise they must be corrected; this is the most important thing.
Right is right, wrong is wrong, and it is important to do right.
They drove past a small river in Zenda City. Yu Xiaoqing and his elite soldiers were playing American football. They might have learned it from the Lanjia training camp. However, the way they played football was no different from the way they played basketball. They were both funny and ridiculous.
Especially on one side, He Shuguang was shirtless, fiddling with his accordion, showing off his charm and attracting the attention of the Zenda sisters who were washing clothes.
When their team leader passed by, he saluted in a very flattering manner, and then he left in a flash, without even the intention of getting out of the car. Shuo Yu was in the back seat of the car, and when he turned around, he saw Yu Xiaoqing with his shirt half-undressed, his face full of pure childishness because of the competition.
Back at Jiqipo, Shuoyu kept his promise and cooked some meat dishes, filling each person's bowl with them, to satisfy their long-depleted stomachs and replenish their nutrition. He even left a bowl for Fanla, who hadn't returned yet, so that he wouldn't have nothing to eat when he returned.
Young lovers have endless things to talk about, and he understands that four hours is actually too little, and a whole night is not too much. He has seen newly-formed couples who can't wait to be together 24 hours a day, not getting tired of each other at all, and even sleep together while talking on the phone.
He envied Meng Fan from the bottom of his heart, because he still had a place to go back to in Zenda City. He looked at Maodou in his arms, held up the round little face, and looked into the pair of turquoise-clear eyes.
Shuoyu squatted beside the big pot at the door of their hut and played the "Doudou Flying" game he hated the most with Maodou. His hand was bitten several times, not lightly or severely, but not even a tooth mark was left.
On the other side, Meng Fanle anxiously squeezed into Xiaozui's house. Xiaozui's small house was now filled with all kinds of earthen cloth and some needles and other things. It turned out that the room where Shangguan Jieci and her mother lived was completely filled with cloth and clothes of the Sichuan Army.
When Xiaozui came out to open the door, there was still a tape measure hanging on his shirt and a few buttons stuck to his hair. He looked at Meng Fanle who came in hurriedly with a look of confusion and surprise, and asked if there were any clothes worn by the dead people.
"Yes, yes, I'll get it for you!"
There was a narrow wooden door between them. Meng Fanle was changing his clothes in a hurry. Xiaozui leaned against the door and wanted to take a peek inside secretly, but she felt embarrassed. She didn't know what Meng Fanle was doing now.
The thing that Meng Fanle was holding at first was transferred to Xiaozui's arms.
"Are you scared? These are given to you by that guy Banxian'er."
"No, I wasn't scared, thank you."
Meng Fanle, who was anxious to tie his belt, carefully took off the buttons on Xiaozui's hair. The girl lowered her head and put the things in her hands on the table. Through the gap between her hair and the wood, she looked at this fool whom she hadn't seen for a long time.
The clothes that were said to be worn by Xiaozui's brother once were put on Meng Fanle, and they seemed to fit him so well, as if every inch of them were tailor-made for him.
"Well, you're back." Xiaozui looked at Meng Fanle, who had put on his clothes, with care, but he didn't even dare to look at his face, with his head lowered.
"Yeah, I'm back."
"After you left that day, I was so worried about you, and now you're back."
"Well, I'm back."
"Very good."
"Yeah, great~"
Meng Fanle held the letter in his hand that he had always kept close to his heart. It was the only thing in the world that belonged to him. There seemed to be tears in his eyes. He should be crying and roaring in this room filled with the fragrance of his daughter.
But he didn't. He smiled and told the girl who was thinking about him that he was going to desert.
Being a deserter is not a glorious thing in Zenda.
"I took four hours off and ran as far as I could."
Xiaozui said nothing. Meng Fanle saw the wooden box with money again. Now, a girl who suddenly became nimble poured out all the contents. In a small bundle were a few clothes and all the money Xiaozui had saved during this period.
Xiaozui's life was not rich, and the job Shuoyu gave her was not enough for her to squander so "generously". After all, the Sichuan Army did not have much money, and tattered clothes were enough to wear.
Many things were stuffed into Meng Fanle's hands in a forceful manner without any regard for the matter, including the silver bracelet that Xiaozui had been wearing on her hand, which was suspected to be the silver bracelet of the girl's dowry.
"Here, take this. You can exchange it for a lot of money."
"I can't have it. This is, this is what your mother left for you, right?"
"You take it...you have to be careful."
In the living room not far away, on the only simple table in the house was a bunch of bougainvillea in a vase, with sparkling water droplets on it, the only spectator of this tug-of-war.
Only separated by a half-open door, the two young men and women were still pulling each other and hugging each other. The girl was crying because she didn't know what the man would be like when they met next time. She just hoped that he would be fine.
"There's no time. There really isn't much time left."
After a gentle kiss fell on Meng Fanle's cheek, Xiaozui pushed and shoved, pushing out the man she was reluctant to leave. Four hours was really too short, too short. She cried again and leaned against the closed wooden door. In her hand was the tattered and worthless military uniform that Meng Fanle had changed out of, with the remaining body temperature of a man on it.
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