On the edge of the snow slope, Yin Caixin waited quietly after asking, not daring to turn her eyes back, but pretending to be casual, she tucked one side of her long golden-brown hair behind her ear, as if she was subconsciously afraid that she would not be able to hear the answer. clear.
Twice, you have sacrificed your life to save me twice, but you don’t like me at all. Just a little bit is fine. If you have a little bit, you can have a little bit of both. she thought.
Because she already knew about Han Qingyu's attributes and her Western thinking and behavior habits, the girl said it directly and frankly. Now she is feeling uneasy and thinking that if he doesn't understand, he should how to explain.
There is nothing wrong with sacrificing one's life to marry.
The sound of shoe soles scraping across the icy ground behind him came, and Han Qingyu seemed to turn around.
Yin Caixin didn't look back, she was a little nervous. Maybe she started falling in love like this. Maybe she was hugged from behind. I seemed to be overthinking this. Then do I have to teach him to hold hands and kiss in the future?
"Of course not." Behind his ears, Han Qingyu said calmly.
"Yeah." So, was it rejected directly? There wasn't even a trace of hesitation or any doubt that I needed to explain.
Yin Cai said to her heart, "Why did you just risk your life to save others? You flew up from the cliff and almost died in the battle. The girl didn't believe it. She became stubborn and turned around and asked: "Why, you, you must have a reason?"
"I can't talk. I can't even make sense to you. Why do I like what you just said? I've been thinking about it for a long time."
"Which one?"
"Sacrifice yourself to marry."
"Isn't that right?"
"At first I thought it was wrong, but after thinking about it, it was probably right." Han Qingyu said in his heart that the meaning was actually quite accurate. I couldn't bear to sacrifice my life for this matter with me.
In short, with your language expression, let me chat with you. Just based on your current thoughts, I don’t know if you have misunderstood something.
Yin Caixin: ""
I was completely rejected. Is this the reason? Is it a reasonable reason? Why don’t I feel sad?
Forget it, let’s learn Chinese well first, it’s very powerful.
"Oh, it's up to you. Anyway, I just said it casually." She finally responded angrily and stopped talking. She was now the princess of the Swiss Army. She was so angry.
At this point, Han Qingyu's first direct confession in his life, involving marriage, ended just like that.
At this time, a ray of morning sun shines through the sea of clouds stretching in the distance. The clouds are like dye, with a faint color, and gradually become brighter at the same time.
Finally, the light broke through the clouds. The morning light hit the top of the snow peak and hit last night's battlefield. The big black main ship with a weird shape was enveloped by the light and no longer looked ferocious.
More than two thousand azure warriors, who had fought a bloody night, stood up in the beam of light, standing at random heights on the top of the snow peak.
There were no cheers after victory, nor the heroic grandeur as imagined, with long knives like a forest and flags flying, just standing here and there in the wind and snow on the top of Xilang Peak.
There are only blood-stained combat uniforms, tired faces and relief in the eyes, and then the wounds, and the knives on the shoulders and hands. Occasionally, the comrades who they don't recognize turn their heads and see each other, grinning.
The scratched wound on his face was scabbed, and the expression hurt, and he hissed and bared his teeth.
This day is August 28, 1991.
In the morning, the sky begins to shine.
At about the same time, Uncle Liu, who had retired from Wan City, looked up at the sky outside the window. Ma Liuer got up and prepared to go hiking in Baiyun Mountain for morning exercise as usual.
I heard that a helicopter from the army had arrived there a few months ago, but nothing changed afterwards, just like Uncle Liu's morning training for more than ten years, it has remained the same.
In Yancheng, Mr. and Mrs. Guan, who run a small breakfast shop, have been up and busy for a long time.
At this moment, the steamed buns in the steamer are steaming, the oil pan for frying the fried dough sticks is also hot, the wife is making wontons, and the husband starts to remove the door panels and prepares to open. The regular patrons will be here soon.
In Yong County, Zhao Minde, who works at the dock, is already standing on the roadside, waiting for the earliest bus. He had a towel hanging around his neck, ready to wipe his sweat for a while. He had been working a lot this month. He was a little tired, but when the salary was paid off, he should be able to collect enough money for his daughter's tuition.
The woke grandma is no longer sleepy, looking at the alarm clock and waiting for the time to wake up her grandson for school; the dripping vegetables in the farmer's market have just been put on the shelves with rough hands; the carts are passing outside the door, squeaking.
Another peaceful and ordinary day in this world began as usual.
At Xilang Peak, the responding troops and medical team were finally allowed to come up from the snow slope. The news that the Dajian main ship was intercepted has now been completely hidden from anyone. Regardless of whether the frontline reports it directly, the news is constantly being spread in the behind-the-scenes world.
Soon, the bodies of comrades along the way were collected and carried away, and most of the elite troops began to descend the mountain in batches.
Han Qingyu didn't show any courage and lay on a stretcher.
His hands and feet still haven't regained their strength. If he goes down the mountain by himself, he will most likely roll down.
Wu Shi and Xi Mei were walking aside.
The medical staff carrying the stretcher used force to make the iron nails on the soles of the shoes embed into the ice, making every step click with great care.
They probably already know who they are carrying, and what the qg did last night. It was a red shoulder cut on the ice and snow cliff with a flag on its shoulder. It was a stream of light rising into the sky under the starry night, blocking the sky with its body.
If nothing else goes wrong, the person they have now will receive the first Starry Blue Medal in more than 20 years.
"If someone is greeting you below, can we stop for a moment?" a medical staff member who knew Chinese asked, probably wanting to ask if Han Qingyu's body could hold on.
"In that case, let's go around." Han Qingyu replied while lying on the stretcher. There is no point in cheering. Only rewards are practical.
And what if they take away my things when they greet me?
In the current situation, as long as I go back to lie down, I don't believe that anyone would dare to take my things or ask for them when I am seriously injured.
It seemed that he was surprised by this answer. What a low-key hero. The medical staff thought for a while and said, "Okay."
Suddenly, someone shouted "Hi" from behind.
Han Qingyu half stood up and turned around, Lu Shen Lu Moyi was standing there, his hairline showing in the wind, as if he had become much taller overnight.
It looked a little sad for some reason.
Wei Lan's scientific research has been researching all day long, why not study this? If there is a way to prevent the outbreak of supers from paying such a heavy price, how much will Wei Lan's overall combat effectiveness be improved?
"Go on." Raising his hand, Lu Shen threw over a small piece of iron.
Han Qingyu raised his hand to take it, his palm hurt slightly, he opened it and took a look, then turned his head again.
"The broken star with the red shoulder." Lu Shen smiled bitterly, motioned to Samit and Detrich not far behind him, and said, "We were also very heartbroken, so we decided to give it to you."
Detrich nodded, and a smile appeared on the German man's knife-like face. There was a wound on his shoulder that extended to his chest. He looked very tired after a bloody night of fighting.
Samit glanced at Han Qingyu, but made no sound or expression. He is now holding a pile of broken iron pieces in his hand, which are the only relics of Akshay, another super combat power of the Indian and German front forces. The knife slashed out last night, breaking the ship and seriously injuring the little man Red Shoulder at the same time. Kesha's whole body was chapped, and there was not even a body left behind.
The three of them cannot go down the mountain yet and have to stay behind the main ship.
Raising his hand, Han Qingyu suddenly threw the broken star medal back towards Samit.
Samit subconsciously answered it, his eyes a little confused.
"Tell them, there should be a piece here that belongs to Lieutenant General Akshay." Han Qingyu turned to Xi Mei and said.
Shen Yixiu turned around and spoke in English.
The stretcher continued down the mountain.
"You kid," Lu Shen said from behind.
Han Qingyu was lying down, not looking back, but straightening his arms. The light on his hand flashed, and he also had a second-level broken star medal, which came from the little red shoulder. Since he could pick up the things he cut down, how could he not pick them up?
