She didn't know why she drew such a story, let alone why she gave the little quail such a tragic ending.

Is she mentally distorted? Because of the pain in her heart, does she want to write a more painful story to balance her psychology?

She cried and apologized to the little quail in the painting, "Little quail, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

She really didn't mean it. She followed her thoughts, tears, and grief in her heart to reach this point...

She didn't even understand why the little quail was still determined to find her tree brother even in the next life.

If she was a little smarter, if this stupid quail was a little smarter, maybe she wouldn't make such a choice, but she is just so stupid...

Perhaps, this is exactly the portrayal of her heart--until death...

My emotions were completely affected by this pitiful little quail, and I fell into great sorrow. After crying bitterly, my tears continued to flow uncontrollably.

Tired from crying and tired from pain, I lay down on the coffee table and gradually fell asleep...

When Ning Zhenqian came back, it was already three o'clock in the morning.

Walking back from the office side by side with Lao Yu, he looked up at the dormitory from a distance. It seemed that there was still light in his dormitory. Still not sleeping so late? His brows wrinkled involuntarily.

I don't know this. "This military exercise will follow Chief of Staff Fang's strategy. I think it's good." Lao Yu said as he walked.

"Yeah." He replied, looking a little absent-minded.

Lao Yu followed his gaze and smiled, "You really shouldn't work overtime tonight! It's a rare time for Xiao Tao to come here. Our Captain Ning's thoughts are not on this strategy!"

"Nothing!" His brows furrowed even more tightly.

Obviously there is no silver 300 taels here! Lao Yu has seen many people working as political commissars! He didn’t criticize him immediately. He only glanced back and saw that the lights were still on in the chief of staff’s office. He couldn’t help but sigh, “Now this is the place.

The chief of staff is more desperate than you! I say this regiment simply cannot survive without the two of you!"

He also looked back and frowned, "Do you really want to leave?"

Lao Yu shook his head, "I'm afraid I can't hold him back. If I have a chance, talk to Xiao Fang. Be a man! If someone really finds true happiness, let them go. Don't hold them back!"

"Lao Yu, since ancient times, you have been trying to encourage peace but not separation. How can you do this job?" He disagreed with Lao Yu's point of view.

But Lao Yu sighed, "Yes, we have been trying to persuade peace but not separation since ancient times, but we are different. When we ask others what to do, we should first think about ourselves and what we can give to others. It is not easy for military wives! They are

Women, women all long for men to love and coax them, can we give it to them in these mountains and valleys? They are both men and women at home! Don’t think that only you and I can be called heroes, they are also powerful

It’s still there! So, not every woman can survive it!”

He listened to Lao Yu's words and fell into deep thought...

The two of them talked and then arrived at the dormitory. Before entering the room, Lao Yu smiled and said to him, "The lights are still on and waiting for you! Come in quickly and don't wrong me!" 13acv.

He said nothing and opened the door in a muffled voice, leaving Lao Yu's chuckle behind him.

The situation inside the room made him frown even more...

She actually fell asleep while lying on the coffee table, and she was still sitting on the floor...

When I got closer, I found that she had cried again, her face was stained with tears, and the paper she was pressing on her arm had something written on it, which was also blurred by tears.

Standing in front of her, I couldn't help but sigh secretly...

He leaned down, picked her up, and was about to carry her into the room. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of the pieces of paper on the coffee table. One of them had a large artistic calligraphy that read: Military wives are not allowed to move. No. 7: Do not move without permission.

His stuff.

For no reason, a part of my heart felt soft and sore because of these words. Then I looked down at the person in my arms, and there was an indescribable discomfort surging in my chest.

He took her back to the inner room, gently put her on the bed, and covered her with a quilt. Seeing that she was sleeping deeply, he stood by the bed for a while, then exited and sat where she had been sitting before.

Look at those pieces of paper.

For some reason, the seventh item she wrote made him feel a bit dazzling. He didn't think about why he felt this way, he just frowned and picked up the pen next to him and crossed it out.

After thinking about it, I added at the bottom: Article 7 of the ten no-nos for military wives: You are not allowed to leave home without permission!

Then, he looked down at those childish graffiti, trees and chickens?

At first he thought it was a chicken, but after reading her words, he realized it was a baby quail.

Later, I understood it. It turned out that this was a story...

From the first picture to the last picture, he read every picture and every paragraph carefully.

Finally, his eyes fell on the dead little quail, and he couldn't help but take out a cigarette and light it.

As soon as I took a puff, I remembered something, so I stubbed out the cigarette and threw it into the ashtray.

Then, she picked up the pen and started drawing on the paper she had drawn.

I only drew one picture and wrote a few words on it.

He put down his pen and stared at the pieces of paper quietly.

Suddenly, he heard soft footsteps behind him. He turned around and saw her slowly walking towards him, her eyes swollen and looking haggard from crying.

He thought of the painting, and for some reason, he felt a little embarrassed. He reached out and wanted to snatch it away and hide it, but she suddenly rushed over, trying to snatch it away as if she were robbing a rare treasure.

He didn't insist and let her snatch it away.

In fact, she woke up the moment he opened the door.

If you are as restless as she is and as hopeful as she is, how can you sleep soundly?

At first, she was just afraid of facing him, so she kept her eyes closed and pretended to sleep. Later, she felt that he was standing in front of her, so she didn't dare to open her eyes. Later, he picked her up, and she couldn't bear to let her go.

When she wakes up, if pretending to be asleep can make the hug last longer, then she will pretend to be asleep.

She even thought about whether he would hold her and sleep together like this?

However, he just put her down and walked out.

This made her deeply disappointed...

After lying on the bed and waiting for a while, he still didn't come in, and there was no sound. Did he fall asleep on the sofa? Or was he doing something else? Is he still angry? It shouldn't be right? Otherwise, how could it happen?

Put her to bed?

No longer able to lie down, I finally got up quietly to see what he was doing. Even if I just took a sneak peek, I wouldn't feel so uneasy.

However, she didn't expect that he was looking at her painting...

And after reading it, he took a pen and painted on it. What would he draw?

Finally unable to restrain his curiosity, he walked out and grabbed the painting when he put down his pen.

First of all, I saw that he had changed the seventh rule, which was not allowed to run away from home without permission...

What does he mean?

But something in her heart was touched because he crossed out the seventh item she wrote. Her heart felt sad, soft, and a little warm...

She raised her eyes and glanced at him sitting on the sofa. He still had the same dark face that had not changed for thousands of years. She couldn't guess what he was thinking, so she looked back.

Suddenly, my face burst into tears...

I saw that at the end of the comic, he added a picture.

The tree sister standing with the tree brother is gone. There is only the tree brother. No, a tree is independent in the wind and rain, but there is a hole dug at the bottom of its trunk. It is windy and rainy outside, but the little quail is hiding.

Sleep warmly and comfortably in the tree hole...

Next to the picture, there are a few words written: Together forever...

Her tears were hot and running down her face.

It turns out that although the stupid and fat little quail can no longer fly up the branches of the tree, it can still be with the tree forever in this way. Moreover, it still lives in the body of the tree and is no longer afraid of the wind.

, not afraid of rain...

With tears streaming down her face, she burst out crying. The big black face in front of her was still so gloomy, but she was no longer afraid for no reason, ran straight towards him, and threw herself into his arms.

And he took advantage of the situation and hugged her, "Crying again! You still have the ability to cry after making such a big fuss!"

She is no longer afraid of him scolding her...

It's great to be scolded by him like this...

What she was afraid of was that if he left without saying a word like before, she would think that he didn't want her anymore and would never pay attention to her again...

"Did you know that the entire Second Company was dispatched to look for you this afternoon?!" He scolded in a strong voice.

Is it so serious? Then she really felt guilty. She was just having fun, so how could she bother everyone to find her?

"I'm sorry..." She buried her head in his arms and apologized sincerely.

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Chapter completed!