It was getting late. Chi Xiaoye took a shower and put on the pajamas prepared by his grandmother. The material of the pajamas was made of mulberry silk, silky and gentle, soft and cool.

She thought, grandma is so nice, I hope the old man can be healthy and live a long life.

This is Zhao Zhouhan's room, and she is inevitably curious and can't sleep, so she just looks around.

The wardrobe was very empty, with only a few casual military clothes hanging, and some white shirts with yellow collars. I think it was from many years ago.

There is a large decorative cabinet behind the desk, with many epaulettes, medals, trophies, and stacks of big red certificates of honor.

Chi Xiaoye was really shocked. The cabinet was filled with Zhao Zhouhan's military achievements, and he was all earned by his life.

She sighed deeply that the title of "the number one wolf in the military region" was not called casually.

There was also a big and thick album in the corner, which she looked through curiously.

The album is full of photos of Zhao Zhouhan since he was a child. Although he is cold and cool now, he looks like a facial paralysis when he was a child, he looks husky and stupid when he smiled, but he is so cute.

There were many photos of Zhao Zhouhan when he was a child. Chi Xiaoye looked at it and laughed, and each one made her laugh.

Later, when he grew up and went to school, he had fewer photos. Even if he grew up, he had even fewer photos. All of them were military uniform photos. The last few pages of the album were still taken on the TV.

This thick album records Zhao Zhouhan's growth, and also records the mother-in-law's deep love and longing for her son.

Chi Xiaoye inexplicably envied him. He was taught by his father, loved by his mother, and favored by his grandmother and grandparents. How happy it was, he was simply pampered with all his love.

She closed the album and was about to put it back when a photo suddenly fell from the album.

The photo fell to the ground and was divided into two. It turned out that two photos were stacked together.

However, these two photos are different from the other printed photos, these are two Polaroids.

Chi Xiaoye bent down and picked it up. The man in the photo was a teenager, with sword-eyed eyebrows and starry eyes, and was full of energy, as if it was a picnic party. He sat on the dining cloth under the shade of the tree, holding the guitar, and showing a handsome and charming smile.

"Yeah, can you still play guitar? Not bad."

She smiled and whispered, unable to wait to look at the photo below.

This... it was actually a selfie photo of Zhao Zhouhan and a girl. Chi Xiaoye took it closer and saw that the two of them looked very close in the photo. The girl climbed his neck with one hand and held the other with the other, and both of them smiled brilliantly.

At that time, Zhao Zhouhan was really young, with a warm and soft smile, and at any angle, it was just right. His face was full of youth and tenderness, but it still couldn't stop his handsomeness, which was completely different from the cold and stern statue now.

The girl smiled sweetly, with curved eyes and curved corners of her mouth. The two of them stood together, handsome man and beautiful woman, with a face.

Chi Xiaoye looked at it for a long time and was stunned. She thought, this is probably Zhao Zhouhan's youth. This girl has accompanied Zhao Zhouhan's youth. I don't know where they are now, and I don't know if they have any contact.

There are also texts written below the Polaroid, with beautiful handwriting, not Zhao Zhouhan's handwriting.

The only illumination reads - "Wake up every day, the sun is with you, this is the future I want."

The photo reads - "The happiest moment for a person is to find the right person. He spoils you, indulges your habits, and loves everything about you."

The signature was ten years ago.

Ten years ago, Zhao Zhouhan was 20 years old, the same age as she is now.

Chi Xiaoye was stunned to receive dog food from ten years ago, and his heart was dull and a strange feeling lingered in his heart.

However, who has not passed away yet? Not to mention that they are just fake marriages, even if they are really married, she cannot interfere with his past. Who has not passed away yet, who has not been youthful yet, who has not been buried in his heart?

He has, and she has.

The boy in white is elegant and graceful. The person she is waiting for is just the boy in her memory after all.

Chi Xiaoye felt guilty inexplicably and quickly stuffed two photos into the album. She didn't know which page it fell out, so she stuffed them in randomly.

After that, she stopped looking around and peeping at other people's privacy in other people's rooms, which was not good.

She lay in the bed guiltily, with a photo of Zhao Zhouhan's military uniform at the head of the bed, and she felt as if he was staring at her. She grabbed the quilt and covered her head, and there was no trace of it in the crack.

The next morning, when the sky in the east was polishing, Zhao Zhouhan's operation finally ended. Fortunately, he wore a helmet and a bulletproof vest to protect important parts so that he would not damage his life. However, many shrapnel were suffered from the back of his arms and thighs. The general anesthesia surgery took more than ten hours to remove the shrapnel that had been cut into the flesh, and some had pierced into the bone marrow.

He came out from his lying down, his injuries were all behind, his limbs were covered with gauze, and it hurts when he looked.

Zhou Chengcheng stayed outside for a night, and when he saw his son coming out, he felt relieved, "Son, son?...Doctor, when will he wake up?"

"Mrs. Zhao, please rest assured. Team Zhao has woken up inside just now. He was also very tired that night and fell asleep now."

"Oh, okay, okay, how is his injury?"

"The skin and flesh were damaged countless times, but fortunately, they didn't hurt the internal organs. They took 78 shrapnel and 78. That night, the two main surgeons took three turns to take them out steadily."

Zhou Chengcheng's eyes turned red when he heard this. Seventy-eight shrapnels meant at least seventy-eight wounds, densely distributed in a few small places behind his hands and feet, and he was really chopping meat.

"Then..." She choked up as soon as she opened her mouth, "Will that scar be ugly in the future?"

The doctor comforted, "I can't guarantee this, Mrs. Zhao. You also know that some scars can retreat, some... can't retreat. This time the wounds are almost in pieces, with shrapnel and claws. When taken out, the wounds are even bigger. However, like Team Zhao, you don't care whether they leave scars or not. Do you have fewer scars on his back?"

"Oh, I know, I just... I feel sorry for him."

"Mrs. Zhao, we all feel sorry for him and admire him, so all our medical staff must give the best care, don't worry."

"Thank you, thank you for your hard work."

Soon, Zhao Zhouhan was transferred to the ward. The nurse pulled all the curtains in the ward and tried to take things as lightly as possible to avoid waking him up.

Zhou Chengcheng stood beside the bed, looked at his son, and kept sighing.

Suddenly, Zhao Zhouhan spoke out, "Mom, why are you sighing? I'm not dead again."

"You're awake?"

"Um."

"When did you wake up, why don't you sleep for a while?"

"Just just woke up, I woke up at dawn."

"Does it hurt?"

"It's okay... Where is Chi Xiaoye?"

Zhou Chengcheng's mouth froze slightly, and his face suddenly fell down, "As soon as he woke up, I asked her, are you embarrassed?"
Chapter completed!