C1787 (2/2)

This time, he was much darker and thinner than before. It must be very hard.

His eyes were heavy, and his face was even more dignified. He watched the wife of his comrade in arms shaking her hands to take over the urn. It was also a man's grief. He said with red eyes, ”I'm sorry, sister-in-law.”

The child was not sensible and punched Tang Jiyao: ”you return my father, you return my father, you return my father...”

”I'm sorry.” Tang Jiyao also apologized to the child.

But the child can not understand, the child only knows that her father will never come back.

Jingyou is looking at it from the bottom, heartache is incomparable. Heartache, the child who lost his father since childhood, is also heartache. Tang Jiyao suffers from it.

For a moment, her heart was aching.

Jingyou didn't come forward at this time, but went back to the army with Zhong Jiaqi in the car.

On the way, everyone was silent.

Zhong Jiaqi is also very sad, can only say to Jingyou: ”don't worry, if he sees you, he will be very happy.”

”I hope so.”

……

Tang Jiyao was very busy when he came back. He had to deal with the affairs of his comrades in arms, report to the superior leaders, and deal with all kinds of things. When he could go back to rest, it was almost dawn.But as soon as he opened the door, he felt something wrong. He even thought that he had gone to the wrong door. He was about to withdraw to have a look. Lying on the sofa, Jingyou, who had been sleeping shallowly, suddenly straightened up and looked at him with sleepy eyes: ”you're back. I'm sorry, I fell asleep.”

She sat there in her pajamas, the quilt on her body slipped off, and the yellow wall lamp beside her hit her. There was a strange softness and beauty.

The years are quiet and the world is safe.

That's what she should have lived.

”Why are you here?” Tang Jiyao's throat was dry and his voice was thick and hoarse.

His face with a thick tired, deep concave eye socket, very distressing.

Jingyou pursed her mouth and laughed: ”I made you soup, and the rice cooker is still hot. I'll take a bowl for you.”

”No more.” Tang Jiyao said, ”I'm not hungry. I said too much today. I don't want to say it anymore. I want to have a rest.”

”Well, you go and have a rest,” she was disappointed. It was not the same as she expected to meet, but she also loved him. He looked very tired.

Tang Jiyao said nothing more and went to his room.

The door of the room was closed, and the room was quiet again. But she looked at the closed door. At least, he came back safe and sound, and her worries fell on the ground.

Although Tang Jiyao was very tired, he did not sleep long. After noon, he woke up.

To be sure, it might have been the smell of food floating around the room.

He frowned and got out of bed. He opened the door and saw Jingyou come out of the kitchen with a bowl of soup tied with an apron. He was slightly surprised and looked at him: ”you wake up. I'm going to call you. That's right. You come to eat and sleep after eating.” Staring at the food on the table, Tang Jiyao's expression is a little numb, and Jingyou urges him: ”what are you doing in a daze? Come and have a meal quickly.”