The sudden invitation made Jian Qingtong a little flattered for a while.

Working in the army is equivalent to having a formal establishment, which is completely different from the relationship between ordinary military members.

It was a piece of pie that fell from the sky, or the delicious one, and she didn't really want to refuse.

"Can I?"

she asked, winking in an uncertain tone.

Chen Guangyao smiled and shook his head, and pointed at her jokingly:

"This little Jane, like me, retreating to advance, is she such an unconfident person?"

Lei Yunlong raised his gold-rimmed glasses, and his refined temperament could not hide it. Living in a heroic spirit, he glanced at Jian Qingtong, who had clear eyes and a tall figure, and said a few words to help:

"Don't say that, chief, people still want to complain, it's obviously modest."

Jin Wanli asked Jian Qingtong directly:

"Chief If you trust you, you can go! What kind of work do you want to do? I think the propaganda department is quite right, and you can do it by publishing a board newspaper and writing a newsletter."

Jian Qingtong sneered, not surprised by her little thought. Being seen through at a glance, I have to say that the big guy is worthy of being a big guy.

"Thank you for the trust of the leaders. I am willing to obey the organization unconditionally! There are still some practical difficulties..."

Lei Yunlong said gently:

"Are you worried that little Tangguo will not be taken care of? This problem is easy to solve, let's talk about it later. "

Jian Qingtong nodded and stood quietly beside him, hesitating whether he should leave or stay.

Zheng Jing, who had a very low sense of presence on the side, gave her a look, and Jian Qingtong hurriedly took a few steps to the side with him.

Zheng Jing asked her in a low voice,

"Is the headgear you made on your body?"

Jian Qingtong snorted, stopped her head in time, and said innocently:

"No. It's inconvenient to go out to watch a movie. It's inconvenient to bring too many bits and pieces. I'll leave it at home. Do you want to watch it?"

Zheng Jing didn't detour with her, but pointed out quite bluntly:

"There is a large state banquet in the middle of the month, and all ladies will be dressed in formal attire. To attend, there will be foreign guests from all over the world. The chief's wife has long hair, and I can help you hand over the headgear to the life secretary for the wife's choice."

Jian Qingtong was really surprised, this is not an ordinary favor.

She asked tentatively,

"Will this bother you too much?"

Zheng Jing wanted to laugh at her clumsy and simple temptation.

People above Qiqing are not uncommon, but there are not many who play so blatantly that they are not annoying.

"No." He denied briefly, giving the answer directly. "Zhu Wu and I are close friends."

Jian Qingtong said in her heart and sure enough.

Zhu Wu is such a good person, even though she is dead, she is still honored, and now even she is left behind by her deceased, how can it not be embarrassing.

"Then, I won't be polite to you? Are you going back with me now to get it?"

Zheng Jing glanced at the neat black hair tie on her head, and wanted to ask her why she didn't wear it herself, but felt that it was inappropriate. Take the headdress someone else has worn to the chief's wife.

"Okay, drive around and pick it up later."

Zheng Jing made a final decision.

The topic ended, and the atmosphere fell silent.

Jian Qingtong pinched her fingers, trying to find a suitable topic to continue, she was a little afraid of the cold.

"Have you not seen the children?"

Jian Qingtong asked whether there would be a thunderstorm.

Fortunately, Zheng Jing didn't care, and still said with a handsome face that was as handsome as Tang Yuanzheng:

"I saw it just now. You taught them very well."

This is a bit familiar, but the scope of praise has been expanded to include Tang Guo.

Jian Qingtong felt that the topic was in danger of ending again, so she hurriedly developed the motivation to design the plot of the novel, and after thinking about it, she said:

"They are good children, they are very affectionate, they are deeply attached to their father, and they miss him very much. It's a

pity . I don’t know Brother Zhu Wu well enough to tell the children about their father’s life and trivia. Tang Yuanzheng is a reticent person. Brother Zhu Wu’s sacrifice is a wound in his heart that can’t be healed. Don't dare to touch it.

This has caused Brother Zhu Wu to become a taboo-like existence in our house, like the dragon's reverse scale, and it will be injured if you touch it.

The soldiers of the vanguard camp are also in the same situation, and they are all secretive. The tone is very strict.

I rarely meet Zhu Wu's old friend, so I want to take the liberty to ask for the children, so I can't leave the contact information and be a pen pal with the children? I

won't bother you too much. Just a few words is enough, enough for them to be happy for ten days and a half. Look, can you?"

Jian Qingtong finished speaking in one breath, looking up at him a little nervously.

Only after looking at it did I realize that this person is almost as tall as Tang Yuanzheng, his body shape is also very similar, and his temperament is also cold, but this person is a kind of noble and alienated person, while Tang Yuanzheng is more inclined to Killing decisively is inhumane.

If it is described as a cold weapon of Huaguo and ancient martial arts, Zheng Jing is like a famous sword decorated with beauty and inner edge, and Tang Yuanzheng is a long wooden warehouse with murderous aura.

Jian Qingtong instantly made up the tragic story of two heroes with hundreds of thousands of words.

Zheng Jing was stared at by her straight eyes, not very comfortable. He slightly narrowed his long and narrow phoenix eyes, and his eyes were instantly sharp as ice blades.

Isn't this woman also like Ai Qingrou?

Thinking of the bride's intentional or unintentional hints at him at the wedding, and the green hats he put on his friends after that, Zheng Jing's face was frosty, and even the slightest affection for Jian Qingtong's idea disappeared.

"No need, I will ask Tang Yuanzheng to transfer it on my behalf."

You don't need to bother to mix it up.

Jian Qingtong didn't understand why he suddenly changed his attitude. Did she say anything to offend people?

Forget it, it is better to be silent, she should keep her mouth shut.

It's just that what he said just now that he helped recommend the first flower is still counted? She didn't know, and she didn't dare to ask.

Zheng Jing frowned when he saw her look like a pissed off daughter-in-law. He knew that he was taking out his anger at others, but he couldn't help but think of the pretentious Ai Qingrou.

But if Jian Qingtong was really with the woman, the sensitive Tang Jun and Tang Guo children would not get close to her.

He must be nervous.

Zheng Jing's long eyelashes drooped slightly and then lifted up, his eyes were as indifferent as before, showing no prejudice.

He took the initiative to speak without a trace:

"What do you think of your new job? If you don't want to go to the propaganda department, you can try to be a teacher, so that you can take care of your children at the same time.

After the factory is established, it will lead to the construction of many supporting facilities, such as Kindergartens, hospitals, supply and marketing cooperatives, etc., can provide a lot of jobs."

Jian Qingtong didn't hear the implied meaning of compensation in his words, but he could feel the softening of his attitude, and secretly complained that a man's heart aches , learned the lesson and said cautiously:

"I can do it, obey the arrangement." How

could Zheng Jing, who is like a human sperm, not see that her idea was unpleasant, she straightened her thin lips, and said no more.

Chen Guangyao's side ended quickly, aware of the unpleasant atmosphere here, and looked at his nephew inquiringly.

Zheng Jing shook his head slightly to the chief uncle, and said to Jian Qingtong who lowered his head and played with his fingers to get into the car, strode over to open the passenger door of the black sedan and waited.

Jian Qingtong followed silently, and when she bent over to get into the car, she noticed that this person carefully covered her head with his right hand.

She slowly got into the car and sat down, naturally remembering the last time she and Tang Yuanzheng came to the army by car.

The dog man has no self-consciousness as a gentleman at all, let alone protect her head for fear of knocking him, and he didn't even open the car door for her.

That's not right. The back door was opened first by Chen Dong and Wang Guocheng who were picking up people at the train station at that time, and Tang Yuanzheng didn't have a chance to show it.

Hey, how did she think of such a boring thing? At that time, Tang Yuanzheng probably still hated her for plotting against him. It would be good to be willing to help with luggage along the way. What else do you want?

Most importantly, why compare Tang Yuanzheng with other men? This sign is a little dangerous.

"Fasten your seat belt."

Zheng Jing protected the chief into the back seat, sat in the driver's seat, closed the door, and glanced at Jian Qingtong, who was standing motionless against the back of the seat as a reminder.

"Ah? Oh."

Jian Qingtong recovered and pulled the seat belt to fasten it.

"Are you going to my side now? Turn right ahead."

"I know the way."

Jian Qingtong kindly pointed the way and was knocked back again, silently shrank deep into the back of the chair without saying a word.

Chen Guangyao quickly glanced at the two people in front of him, always feeling that there was something tricky.

Zheng Jing responded quickly and looked at him from the rearview mirror, then quickly looked away.

He clenched his hands tightly on the steering wheel, his thin lips pressed into a straight line.

He had to think about how to explain his strangeness to his uncle. To be honest, he didn't want to, and he couldn't fool the cunning old uncle with a lie, so he had to be half-truth, no, it was 90 percent true and 1 percent false.

Be sure to let the uncle clear up the misunderstanding immediately, otherwise he will face double the blind date and entertainment. However, he couldn't completely refuse the arrangement of his aunt and teacher, which was very disturbing.

"Tang Yuanzheng," he turned his head and glanced at Jian Qingtong, who was as quiet as a chicken by his side. After attracting her attention, he continued, "He will definitely be back before the big competition, you don't have to worry too much." He glanced at the rearview mirror and saw that the uncle was leaning on the back of the chair and closed his eyes, so he added uneasy:

"I might not be able to come back in time for my birthday, but it's not a big deal. You can make it up for him later. That's fine."

Jian Qingtong glanced at him inexplicably, when did she ask about Tang Yuanzheng?

But when people kindly told her the news, she couldn't help but appreciate it.

Jian Qingtong also looked at the head of the back seat with his eyes closed from the rearview mirror, and whispered thank you.

Zheng Jing said no need to thank him. Looking at the uncle who was calm, half of his heart dropped. This explanation is reasonable, isn't it?

He was simply answering the questions of his comrades-in-arms' wives, and he didn't want to violate the confidentiality discipline, which made him a little unhappy with others.

Don't treat her differently! I don't even like lesbians of this type! Stop arranging blind dates for him!

Zheng Jing roared and protested in his heart, but his face was as cold as water.

Jian Qingtong couldn't help but feel sleepy while leaning against the back of the chair. She was really exhausted this day.

"It's here. Want me to accompany you down?" The

family home was so close that it took a few minutes to arrive.

Zheng Jing stopped and asked with a slightly raised voice.

Jian Qingtong woke up from a light sleep, the sleepiness in her eyes dissipated in the blink of an eye, and she was clear and bright.

"Come in and have a cup of tea?"

She asked in a very hostile manner.

"Alright."

Unexpectedly, Chen Guangyao agreed.

Jian Qingtong was stunned for a moment, then quickly hung up his business smile and said:

"Welcome, welcome, please."

Jian Qingtong quickly got out of the car and took out the keys to open the courtyard door. He muttered to himself, isn't the chief in charge of every day, why is there still Yaxing who travels at night?

Is there any secret thing to tell her privately? That's what it said in the car just now. Could it be that someone manipulated the car and installed a monitor?

Jian Qingtong, who was open-minded, instantly became a conspiracy theory, secretly glanced at the low-key and inconspicuous black car, and hurried to open the house.

There are no electric lights in the yard, so you have to turn on the lights in the house, otherwise it will be pitch-dark.

A column of lights suddenly lit up behind her, illuminating the path under her feet.

Jian Qingtong didn't have to look back to know that it must be Zheng Jing, the security guard, who turned on the flashlight.

People are professional, so she has nothing to worry about.

Jian Qingtong stepped on his shadow to open the door, and turned on the living room light to let the guests inside.

"Come in, I'll pour you some tea."

Chen Guangyao didn't enter the house, he walked around the vegetable patch in the yard with his hands behind his back with interest, squatting on the ground while squeezing a handful of soil, and then went to the edge of the water well in the east. Scoop up a ladle of water and wash your hands.

"Xiaojing, look at the dishes here, don't they look better than those in the west?"

Zheng Jing reluctantly corrected:

"Don't call me by my nickname, I'm already twenty-four."

Chen Guangyao snorted softly . :

"Older single young men are quite self-aware?"

Zheng Jing told him: "

Stop! Let's not talk about this, let's go outside. Let's talk about this dish."

:

"This vegetable field is a bit famous. I remember that the first vegetable you planted in your yard doesn't seem to grow well here.

This cabbage is three or four centimeters taller than the one you grow at home, and the same goes for the leeks here. Is this place good? Zheng Jing took off his white gloves, squeezed the soil and twisted it ,

took a close-up photo with the flashlight, and sniffed it under his nose. He was about to open his mouth to lick it.

Chen Guangyao didn't stop him and reminded him . Bring some soil back to test it.

Solving the problem of food and clothing for the people is the top priority of today's work. Anything that is beneficial to production and can increase grain output deserves more attention.

Mr. Yuan has been devoted to the research of hybrid rice. , the work is very difficult. It can be said that the burden of feeding the people of the whole country is on the shoulders of the teacher. The pressure can be imagined.

If you can help him find the key to solving the difficulties of work, even if it is only a little inspiration, it can provide him with new ideas. The value of ideas is also inestimable.

Taking 10,000 steps back, even if you can't find the right way, it's good to help Mr. trial and error, and you will gain if you can avoid detours.

Chen Guangyao's thoughts are also what Zheng Jing is thinking at the moment, He even thought about more.

In addition to sampling the soil here for inspection, he also wanted to collect long-term data on the growth of crops in this field to facilitate investigation.

Jian Qingtong went back to the bedroom and plugged the door, took out a portable heater and quickly boiled it. At the same time, she changed her sweaty clothes.

It was too late to take a shower, so she could only treat the guests with dignity as much as possible, so as not to let the smell of sweat smother the guests. After making

two cups of hot tea, she took out a few head flowers On the coffee table, there was a snow-white towel under her head, and she looked a bit rich and noble.

This time she took out a few more headgears, in addition to the two headflowers that had been exposed before, plus a three-tiered one. The bright pink yellow heart rich and noble peony made of stacked yarns, a hairpin carved from the sand of the Milky Way, and a pair of cloisonne butterfly and flower hair combs.

The peony yarn flower was her homework in the hand-made class in her first year of junior high school. At that time, an ancient court drama was popular, which set off a trend of retro, and elegantly dressed Hanfu sisters and brothers could be seen everywhere on the streets. decoration.

It's a pity that she didn't have the guts to wear it out when she made it, and only secretly handed in her homework to the teacher.

Later, she was discovered by the talkative class representative, and came back to make fun of her sullenness, which made her feel extremely depressed during that time, and even wanted to take a leave of absence from school and hide at home.

This hair accessory, which she poured into her youthful and sincere emotions, also changed its taste, and was pressed against the bottom of the box by her for a long time.

Now that things are right and wrong, and looking back at the sigh, Jian Qingtong doesn't want to keep it moldy anymore.

It's not bad to give to someone who is willing to appreciate it, and it's a good deal.

The Xinghesha hairpin was made the year she graduated from junior high school. She originally wanted to give it to her only cousin who had kept in touch with her these years as a coming-of-age ceremony.

It's a pity that she accidentally bumped into the scene where her cousin was laughing at her behind her back.

At that time, she thought regretfully, her cousin is really not a qualified green tea, why can't she be more cautious? In fact, she is willing to accompany her cousin to act for the rest of her life, so there is no such thing as true feelings or falsehoods.

So the hairpin was not sent out.

Looking back at this hairpin now, Jian Qingtong has to admit that she is not really invested in this plastic sisterhood.