Reading the mind of the pure and lustful wife, the abstinent officer blushed

However, Xie Rongjun was nervous, while Wang Zhengkai and Yin Hongqi stopped laughing, fearing that it would affect their enjoyment of the show.

In Xie Rongjun's desperate eyes, the system's baby voice sounded again:

【Xie Rongjun and Zhao Mei agreed to pay their dues once a week. Their married life was quite harmonious before, but last night, when it was time to pay the dues, Xie Rongjun somehow finished in less than two minutes... Zhao Mei didn't like him and kicked him off the bed, hahahaha.】

[Maybe he was stimulated yesterday, so he is so crazy today. ]

Su Lingyu covered her lips and pretended to cough, hiding the smile on her face: [Now that you mention it, I think so too. Is Xie Rongjun so useless? Zhao Mei is too pitiful. ]

The system is also happy: [Who said it wasn’t? Haha. ]

Su Lingyu: [Puff.]

Huo Yan chuckled and turned back to look at Xie Rongjun.

He said nothing, yet he said everything, and it was obvious that he was vindictive.

Xie Rongjun: “……!!!”

Wait, what is this asshole looking at him for?

An old bachelor who has never given birth to a baby for the first time in his eight lifetimes actually has the nerve to laugh at him! Come on, let's hurt each other!

But when he looked at Wang Zhengkai and others around him, he was dumbfounded. Some were looking at him with sympathy, while others were patting him on the shoulder to encourage him.

Finished!

Xie Rongjun scratched his head with both hands. This one mistake will become a black spot in his life! Last night was really just an accident. Who knows?

The frustrating thing about this kind of thing is that he has no way to prove himself!

……

Su Lingyu and Huo Yan walked into a small meeting room and met Mr. Zhuo.

The old man with great military achievements was very kind, and it was obvious that he indeed knew Huo Yan. The two reminisced about the past for a while, and the old man encouraged Huo Yan a few words before turning his gaze to Su Lingyu.

Su Lingyu blinked, her heartbeat quickened, and she felt a little nervous.

But the old man waved at her. She glanced at Huo Yan, and under his encouraging gaze, she suppressed her excitement and walked to the old man, squatted down obediently and held his hand.

The old man's hands were skinny, with only a layer of skin and bones left. They were very light and dry, like a piece of dead wood that had lost its moisture and vitality.

Su Lingyu held his hand and took the opportunity to use the Great Dream Talisman. What she had been thinking about was finally achieved, but the sadness in her heart became even stronger.

Heroes cannot resist time.

It is such a pity that such an admirable old man will come to the end of his life in two or three days.

As if sensing her thoughts, Mr. Zhuo smiled and patted her hands: "We old people will leave one day, and new glories will be created by you young people."

"Our country is now in a period of catching up with the times. But even if I don't live that long and can't see the afterlife, I know you will definitely do a good job."

"You, the rising generation, are a vibrant and powerful generation!"

Su Lingyu nodded vigorously.

In the years that followed, the post-80s generation was mocked by many public intellectuals for being irresponsible, the post-90s generation was directly called the "lost generation", and the post-00s generation also faced many accusations that they could not withstand the pressure...

But are what those public intellectuals say really right?

Su Lingyu felt that those so-called public intellectuals were talking complete nonsense!

Each generation of young people has their own characteristics, but they have one thing in common, that is, they strive for self-improvement and never give up!

This is the soul of the nation and the root dissolved in the blood!

Su Lingyu's almond-shaped eyes were firm, and she said seriously: "Don't worry, Mr. Zhuo, our young people will not let you down, nor will they let the country down. With the hard work of our generations, our country will prosper and get better and better!"

Zhuo Lao smiled kindly: "I believe in you, I believe in you all!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he coughed. The guard immediately took out a thermos cup and asked him to drink some water to moisten his throat.

The old man looked obviously tired, so Su Lingyu and Huo Yan didn't want to disturb him any further.

Watching the old man leave, Su Lingyu suddenly had an epiphany: her coming to this parallel world was meaningful.

On the other side, the guard who pushed Mr. Zhuo away soon found that Mr. Zhuo had closed his eyes, leaned on the back of the wheelchair, and fell asleep.

Afraid that Mr. Zhuo would catch a cold, he found a blanket from under the wheelchair and carefully covered Mr. Zhuo with it.

When I got up and looked again, I didn't know what kind of good dream Mr. Zhuo had, his expression was relaxed and there was a smile on his face.

The mountains and rivers are in ruins and the people are living in misery.

Eight-year-old Zhuo Qingfeng, with his twin sister covering his mouth tightly, hid in the empty rice jar in the kitchen, tears rolling down the back of his sister's hand.

Separated by a wall, the robbers' sinful laughter, the father's angry roar and the mother's painful whimpering eventually became an unforgettable nightmare for the two thin siblings.

In the turbulent times, Zhuo Qingfeng changed his name to Zhuo Jian and devoted himself to the cause of defending his country.

He wished he were a sword. As long as the sword was sharp enough, no one could get past him and hurt the people he wanted to protect.

Finally, the clouds broke and the sun came out. Red flags were flying over the devastated mountains and rivers. Zhuo Jian had also grown old.

Years of fighting left him covered in scars, one of his eyes was blinded by an enemy bayonet, and one of his legs was broken by a mine buried by the enemy.

The once sharp sword gradually became rusty.

He has more and more military medals on his chest, and he is getting older and older. His old comrades around him have passed away one by one, and now it is his turn.

Memories played out in the dream like a movie. At a certain moment, a white light suddenly appeared. Zhuo Jian opened his eyes as if he had sensed something. His eyes widened in surprise, and tears filled his old eyes.

A great country with vast territory and abundant resources!

High-speed railways, bridges and highways have built roads that extend in all directions, making it possible to travel thousands of miles apart in just one day. The smooth flow of the Internet has brought people closer together.

In the bustling city, office workers are in a hurry, while in the quiet and peaceful new countryside, the environment is pleasant. Some people move from the countryside to the big city, and some people go to remote areas to teach with passion.

The young boys on campus are reading aloud, and the young people in the bar are smiling and full of passion...

Watching each scene, Zhuo Jian felt relieved and his eyes filled with tears.

Suddenly, a baby cry was heard, and Zhuo Jian came to his senses and found himself standing on a green meadow.

Not far away, a pretty little girl in a pink dress and a pigtail on her head somehow fell to the ground. She looked at him with tears in her big black eyes and stretched out her chubby little hands to him.

He subconsciously walked forward and helped the two or three-year-old baby up from the ground.

"Grandpa!" The little baby looked up with a sweet smile, and his chubby little paws tightly grasped the old man's hand.

"Hey!" Zhuo Jian responded with a smile and looked at the bright sun above his head.

The surrounding scenery gradually became blurred, and he had a premonition that this dream might be coming to an end.

But all this is not a dream.

Is hope.

Is the future.

……

three days later.

Su Lingyu got up in the morning and came down from upstairs, and suddenly found that the atmosphere at home was a little strange.

Not only did Huo Xiang show obvious signs of having cried, but Chen Yuxiang also had red eyes, and even Huo Yan and Huo Jianguo had something wrong with their expressions.

"What's going on?" she asked Huo Yan.

Huo Yan raised his eyes to look at her and said in a deep voice: "It was Mr. Zhuo... Dad received news an hour ago that Mr. Zhuo passed away in the early hours of last night."

Su Lingyu was stunned.

Huo Xiang said quickly, "Sister-in-law, don't be sad. Mr. Zhuo's family said that he was in good spirits these three days. He went to the park for a walk and met the younger generation of the family. They said that he died with a smile on his face. He fought for the country all his life and his body was covered with scars. It's time for him to take a break."

As he spoke, Huo Xiang's eyes turned red again.

Huo Jianguo said to her, "Mr. Zhuo met you last time and admired you very much. He said he had a gift for you... and Huo Yan. The Zhuo family sent it over early in the morning. Come and take a look."

Su Lingyu was even more surprised.

That respectable old man who had only met her once actually thought of them before he died and had gifts for her and Huo Yan?

What is the gift?