Quickly wear the villain, he is soft and sweet

Chapter 1693 Except for Liyuan, there is no such song [109]

Time flies by, and it is the 37th year of the Republic of China in a blink of an eye.

The scenery of Beiping is boundless, the sun is approaching dusk, and the night is as gentle as water.The sky dyed like burning clouds is like a flaming bird, and the sun is like a fire.

The old man who sells candied haws on the street is still wandering around the street with that pillar in his arms, and the business of Uncle Zhang’s beef noodles, which is fragrant for ten miles, is still booming...

Their lives gradually moved towards stability and happiness, and laughter filled the streets of Peking.

In the past two years, Jing Yanxiu, the young marshal of the Peking warlord, seemed to have changed into a different person. His methods were more ruthless and decisive than before.The lost Nanjing was also successfully recaptured, and the Japanese pirates were also driven out of the Chinese land.

He silently suppressed the explosive opium arms, and since then the arms are no longer owned by the people generally, but under the jurisdiction of the military and government.Once ordinary people hid arms or opium, they had to turn them in immediately upon discovery, otherwise they would be executed by shooting.

Everyone's life has been stable and happy, but this god who gives people happiness is not happy.

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"Boom boom boom——"

The door was knocked lightly.

The room was extremely quiet.

After a long time, the indifferent voice of the young man came from the room.

"Come in."

The door was gently pushed open with a creak.

Qiu Shui walked in from the door.

She held a glass of water and a pair of western medicine in her hand.

The young man in the western-style snow-white shirt sitting in front of the desk in the room was cold and indifferent. He lowered his head and looked down at the documents in his hand.A pair of gold-rimmed glasses hung on the bridge of her tall nose. Under the clear lenses, her black eyes were dark and indifferent, and her long eyelashes drooped slightly.The light-colored lips were pursed lightly, showing no emotion and indifference.

Qiu Shui came over and said softly, "Second Master, it's time to take the medicine."

Since the girl left, Second Master's body collapsed rapidly. The doctor said that the serious injury caused by jumping from the car at that time did not allow him to recuperate in a timely manner, coupled with his emotional ups and downs, the root cause of the disease.

Jing Yanxiu raised his long eyelashes indifferently, and his eyes under the lens were calm.

He glanced at the medicine in Qiushui's hands, and pursed his lips.

He lightly put down the file in his hand.

Qiu Shui watched him swallow the medicine indifferently and drank a little water.

She knew that the second master would take the medicine obediently, because if he didn't take the medicine, the girl would be sad.

Therefore, the second master never said a word about taking medicine.

"Go out."

He put down the water glass, and continued to pick up the documents on the table with his snow-white long fingers bloodless.

Qiu Shui pursed her lips, said nothing, lowered her head and silently picked up the water glass on the table and turned to leave.

When going out, Qiu Shui suddenly looked back.

The young man who was sitting at the desk looking down at the documents turned his head and looked out the window. The sun outside the window was so bright, but his black eyes looked lifeless and dazed.

The gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of the nose sparkled in the sunlight, as hollow as a walking dead.

With a sore nose, Qiu Shui quickly closed the door and left.

She met Adjutant Su.

The water glass in his hand fell to the ground, shattered into glass shards, and the water spread on the ground.

Qiu Shui leaned helplessly in Adjutant Su's arms and wept uncontrollably.

She knew that the man in the room loved her girl deeply, even though, even though her girl was gone...

The second master stood guard in front of the girl's coffin for five whole days.

He was like an emotionless person guarding her burial, setting up the tomb of my wife for her, sometimes standing in front of the tombstone for a whole day.

The old lady cared about him very much, afraid that he would be overwhelmed, but in the end he just became more silent, colder, and lived like a robot.

He is more silent and colder than before, and his life seems to have nothing else but military affairs.

Never-ending work, never-ending battle.

For the happiness of the people?

Do not,
He just didn't want to disappoint his little girl.

she said,
My own hero.

The hero's duty is to protect the country.

But he couldn't even protect her.

Qiushui cried.

The place where I clutched my chest—it hurts there.

so sad.

-Finish-

　Ha, you can’t believe I wrote Qingqing to death~ The Republic of China, nine times out of ten, it’s a game from the beginning, it’s all doomed

　　No one should scold the second master, I can't bear it
　　
　
(End of this chapter)