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At the door of the dormitory, Yinglan, who had listened to all the conversations between Huo Jianguo and Chu Zhonghua through the door, took a few steps back in panic after hearing Huo Jianguo say goodbye, and returned to the dormitory next door.
The dormitory where Yinglan lived was right next to Chu Zhonghua. When she heard Huo Jianguo's voice, she couldn't help but walk out.
Although she had persuaded herself to let go of Huo Jianguo, after all, Huo Jianguo was the person she had liked for so many years, and she could not completely ignore his existence.
As if his feet had a consciousness of their own, they arrived at Chu Zhonghua's door unknowingly.
She couldn't help but want to secretly listen to his voice. Even if they didn't exchange a few words, it would be good to just listen to his voice.
When she first joined the army eight years ago, Huo Jianguo was her instructor.
During training, she had an accident and fell down the valley. He found her and carried her back to the camp from the bottom of the valley.
That day, he tied her to his back and kept digging at the dirt on the ground to climb.
When he returned to the camp, all ten of his fingers were worn to pieces.
Yinglan knew very well that what Huo Jianguo did at that time was just fulfilling his obligation as an instructor. But for Yinglan, Huo Jianguo not only carried away her people that day, but also carried away her heart.
She almost died at the bottom of the valley, but he landed like a god and gave her hope of living.
Later, Yinglan joined Huo Jianguo's special operations team. She followed Huo Jianguo from birth to death. She followed Huo Jianguo every day, and she became deeply attached to him from then on.
It's just that her love seems to have always been one-sided. No matter how she expressly hints, Huo Jianguo just doesn't show any affection for her.
It was not until three years ago that she was injured and faced retirement. She no longer had the opportunity to follow Huo Jianguo. Because she was unwilling to do so, she had the courage to put her own photos in the notebook she gave him.
Yinglan wanted to get an answer for her five-year love, but the answer didn't come when she got the news of Huo Jianguo's marriage.
When she was heartbroken, Du Lei wrote to her to tell her not to be sad, saying that Huo Jianguo didn't like his wife and that he was forced to marry a country girl by the gangsters in the village because he saved someone.
When she received the letter, Yinglan, who was already trying to let go, couldn't help but feel confused.
Because she was not sure whether Huo Jianguo didn't give her the answer because there was no answer in the first place, or because he was forced to get married by others, so he couldn't give her the answer.
Because she didn't know the truth, this incident was like a nightmare, which troubled Yinglan for three years.
She thought she might never get an answer to this matter, but she didn't expect to hear another conversation between Huo Jianguo and Chu Zhonghua, and then she realized that Huo Jianguo didn't know she was in the notebook three years ago. Posted photos.
Hearing that Huo Jianguo was about to leave, Yinglan retreated to her dormitory in panic. She lay on the bed and stretched out her hand to wipe away the two lines of tears that rolled down her cheeks:
"It turns out you haven't even opened it."
"Bah bang bang!" Just as Yinglan was looking at the bottom of the upper bunk bed in a daze, someone knocked on the door of her dormitory.
Yinglan stood up and asked as she walked towards the door:
"who is it?"
As she spoke, she opened the door of the dormitory and saw Chu Zhonghua standing at the door with an angry look on his face.
Chu Zhonghua took a picture of Yinglan and put it on Yinglan's forehead, and asked in a suppressed and ferocious tone:
"Damn girl, don't you think it's shameful for you to send a photo to a gay man, and the gay man gave it to you?
What's going on between you and your mother? Why are all men in the world dying? Why are there so many good young men not looking for them, and why are you thinking about other people's husbands?
Disgrace your eight generations of ancestors! "
"Dad!" Yinglan picked up her photo from the ground, cried and stamped her feet, she said: "Your daughter is not that shameless, I have never thought of breaking up other people's families.
I have always been more in love with Huo Jianguo than in politeness. Three years ago when he was single, I didn't dare to say aloud that I liked him. I only dared to secretly post a photo to test him.
Now that he has a family, I won't have any thoughts that I shouldn't have. As for my mother, I didn't know that she was doing these things behind the scenes. "
"You really don't know?" Chu Zhonghua gave Yinglan a serious look.
Yinglan wiped her tears and nodded: "I really don't know."
"That's because your mother made her own decision. She's sick! And you, since you don't have such thoughts, why are you crying? Did you hear what Huo Jianguo said to me?"
"I heard it." Yinglan did not deny it: "But I didn't cry for him, I cried for myself.
After all, I have liked him for so many years, but when I hear that he has never liked me, why don’t I just cry for myself? "
"You're useless for crying." Although Chu Zhonghua cursed, his eyes were full of love: "Stop crying, listen to dad and go to bed early.
I'll go to the office and call your mother. I can't let her continue to mess around. "
"I'll go with you!" Yinglan didn't want her mother to do these secret things behind her back. At the same time, she also wanted to know when Zhao Ying started to rely on her mother and do these stupid things for her mother.
When Chu Zhonghua rejected Yinglan:
"You can beat her again tomorrow. Your mother is so proud. If I argue with her in front of you, she will definitely make a fuss even more."
After speaking, Chu Zhonghua stretched out his hand and rubbed his baby daughter's head:
"Lan Lan, be good, dad will take care of this matter!"
After speaking, Chu Zhonghua turned around with a desolate look on his face.
Yinglan watched her father walk away, then turned back to the house, tore up the photo and threw it into the trash can under the table.
After crying and struggling, people always have to look forward. At this moment, she threw away the photo and the past.
