Xunshan

[Qing'an kisses

It has been more than a month since you left, and now that the weather is getting colder, I start to miss you again.

Say what you want to hear first.The crude oil experiment has come to an end, and Dean Qin said that trial production can be started in a few days.The foundation has also raised more than [-] million yuan, which will be handed over to the Military and Political Bureau to purchase logistics needs in the near future.

Everything is fine in Yuncheng, except that there are many cloudy and rainy days, and my shoulders still hurt.The medicine smells bad, it's not good, it's not as comfortable as your palm...]

When Ji Weizhi saw this letter, it was already three weeks later.

These days, country X tried to block the connection between the Bocheng army and the outside world, cutting off food and water.

But there are always gaps in the blockade.The people of Bocheng spotted these gaps and sneaked things into the team sporadically, and only then did they break Country X's plan.

After two months of hard work by the moat with the enemy army, the group finally drove those people out of the city.

This confrontation took too long, and country X's arrogance affected other countries in the concession, and international dissatisfaction became louder and louder, so country X had to stop.

The notorious League of Nations X was completely banned, and the president who had been expelled long ago naturally didn't dare to make a fuss, and obediently ran his business with his tail between his legs. It is said that the scale of the business has shrunk a lot.

After the farce was over, Ji Weizhi could finally catch his breath, so he went to the post office to fetch the piled up letters and read them one by one.

[…The trial production of the second phase is over, and mass production will soon be possible.Hope it works.In addition, the new campus of Yanda University was completed earlier, and Mr. Pei and the others no longer need to live in thatched cottages.

When writing this letter, most of the leaves outside the window have already fallen, and the bird that often comes does not know where to make its home.It's a pity that I can only sit here, I don't know if you can eat hot meals, if you have enough supplies, if you will be afraid in the dark and thunderstorm...

I can't think about it anymore, otherwise I'm afraid I can't help it and do something inappropriate.

Fortunately, I have a radio, and I can learn about your team's news from it, so the days are much faster.Did you seek out my messages like this before?Now it's my turn to wait.

Now the radio is broadcasting, "Bocheng wins across the board."My little one protected the city, and it protected me.You are so great, I wish I could appear in Bocheng now, kiss you, hug you...]

Ji Weizhi put away the letter and put it closest to his chest.

He stopped by the Central Hospital to visit Bai Anxian.The ambassador's illness was not getting better, and he went in and out of the hospital three times in two months, and he is still hanging by the medicine jar.

When Ji Weizhi arrives, Zhou Qiaoyue will also be there.The famous actress hasn't sung for a long time, and she lives like a wild crane in the clouds.

At first Ji Weizhi was not used to his broken gong voice, but now he doesn't know whether it's because of listening to it for a long time or because his voice has recovered, Ji Weizhi thinks it's quite pleasant.

The three of them often read the letters from Sheng Sui together in the hospital, but Ji Weizhi only read the work-related parts to them, omitting all those nasty kisses and hugs.

The two of them were not fools, they knew what was going on as soon as Ji Weizhi stuttered or blushed.Zhou Qiaoyue always laughed and said: "Second master can't do it, why don't you say a word you can't listen to, are you two so serious?"

Ji Wei didn't know how to reply, so he held his breath and cursed back: "You are the oldest and unscrupulous person, and the second master must have learned from you."

As Ji Weizhi said this, he wrote a page full of nasty things when he was alone, and prepared to send them to Yuncheng.

He would frown after writing those words himself: Why are the three or four pages full of *coming* and going?Not a single word can come to the table.

In order to prevent this letter from being used by Sheng Sui to laugh at himself, he deliberately added something readable at the end:

[The snow on the moat today is not small, and the ground is covered with silver, I don't know if it looks like the moonlight in Yuncheng. ]

Flash forward to the twelfth lunar month, Bocheng is still the same Bocheng.

The forces of all parties, you sing and I will appear on the stage, and it took nearly a year to stop, and Country X finally died down.After resting and recuperating, Bocheng returned to its original bustle.

The end of the new year is approaching, and the hawkers sell out the melon seeds and tangerine peels early, and push the carts home.

On the huge street, only two children in ragged clothes stood at the intersection and shouted: "Sell newspapers and sell newspapers! Qinshengxin tung oil is put into mass production, and the money and money industries jointly support it!"

"Here's a newspaper." Ji Weizhi gave the newsboy two bucks, "You can save the change for food."

"Alright, thank you!" The child happily collected the money and left.

Ji Weizhi spread out the newspaper as he walked, and as always, looked for news about Sheng Sui on it.

Ji Weizhi still lives in the original house.He turned around the entrance of the alley and walked to Beichi Road. After entering the house, he folded the newspapers and put them on a stack in the entrance.

Nothing has changed in this house, the same as it was a year ago.The only difference is that the bed in Sheng Sui's bedroom on the second floor has been replaced with a bigger and stronger one, ahem.

At about twelve o'clock, there was a knock at the door.

After cooking a table of dishes, Ji Weizhi wiped his hands and opened the door.

As soon as the eyes came into view, it was Zhou Qiaoyue's radiant face.

Ji Weizhi was taken aback, turned around and pointed to the cabinet and said, "You two have to change your shoes, I don't want to mop the floor."

Zhou Qiaoyue turned sideways, revealing Bai Anxian's head.

The ambassador's illness is still not good, but since the end of the war, he has taken medicine and recuperated on time, and he is now able to walk around in the hospital.It's a pity that the lung disease is so serious that it's hard to get back. Now Bai Anxian is panting after speaking a few words, and his original active temperament has long since been weakened.

Zhou Qiaoyue snorted: "Just drag it, this place is really dirty."

Ji Weizhi retorted: "If you can't speak, don't talk. Sing more. If you don't go out to sing, you, the number one in Bocheng, will have to give way."

Zhou Qiaoyue scolded him which pot should not be opened and which pot to lift, cursing in a rough voice: "You keep your throat! Who knew that medicine was so strong."

Ji Wei knew that what he said was absurd, but he still served Pang Dahai and loquat cream, and eagerly moistened Jiao'er's throat.

It always feels awkward for three people to sit at a square table, and if there is one less person, it will be boring.

"Hey, when will the second master come back?" Zhou Qiaoyue asked, "I read the letter last time, didn't he already give the tung oil factory to Yancheng University as a chemical innovation base in your name? Why are you still staying there? Woolen cloth?"

Ji Weizhi had been picking up vegetables to eat, his mouth was stuffed, and he said, "Come on, the newspaper said that they are busy with mass production of new oil. Shouldn't such good experimental results be promoted?"

Zhou Qiaoyue looked at him and smiled: "Second Master, don't make our little Wei Zhi lonely."

It's okay not to mention Sheng Sui, but when this person is mentioned, Ji Weizhi can't help running around, searching around the coffee table for a long time, and bringing a pile of food and things to the dining table.

"See? This is a special product of Yuncheng that the second master sent me. Everywhere he goes, he sends me something. I can't finish eating too much." Ji Weizhi only opened one if he couldn't finish it. The small bag was handed to the guest, "It's delicious, you two have a taste!"

The two who are still eating: ...

"This piece of jade seems to be from some mountain in Yuncheng. The second master said that he hired someone to carve the flower himself, and it has my name on it!"

"What do you think I'll give him this month? His birthday is two weeks away, why don't I go to Yuncheng to accompany him during the holiday?"

The child was happily sharing a love story when he suddenly realized that there was no voice on the other side: "Huh? Why don't you two move your chopsticks?"

The faces of the two guests were numb, and they smiled perfunctorily: "It's okay, I'm full."

Ji Weizhi can be regarded as catching people talking, talking more excitedly than usual: "Then do you have something to do later, and accompany me to buy a birthday present for the second master?"

"..." Bai Anxian, who had a closer birthday, felt very pitiful against such a backdrop, "Sorry, I can't accompany you, we are going to the theater."

Ji Weizhi never complained in front of outsiders: "Sure, then I'll go by myself."

After dinner, the two guests bid farewell to Ji Wei and prepared to part at the intersection.

"Going to the theater?" Zhou Qiaoyue didn't rush to leave, and stood side by side with Bai Anxian in a hoarse voice.

Bai Anxian was stunned at first, and then smiled awkwardly: "I'm not listening to the show. I was teasing Weizhi just now, I just don't want to get involved with their young couple."

"Let's go, go to the theatre. Do a full set of plays." Zhou Qiaoyue hooked his arm with a fan, "We are old, we can't lie to children."

The snow was still falling intermittently, and the plum blossoms had bloomed several times, and Ji Weizhi finally received a few more letters.

Ji Weizhi wiped the table clean before carefully cutting open the envelope with a utility knife.

As expected, it was all in Sheng Sui's handwriting.It's just that because the road was blocked by heavy snow on the way, the letters were delivered intermittently after a long time interval, and they were still connected when I read them.

One of them said, [I'm leaving, I may not be able to write to you for some days], and the train schedule is attached below.

Ji Weizhi stared at the destination and time for a long time, then jumped up from the chair.

Isn't this today!Sheng Sui is coming back!

Ji Weizhi picked up his coat and ran away.The wind was blowing in his ears, and shaved his cheeks coldly, but he only felt hot, like drinking a pot of hot wine.

Although the station reported that the train track was also frozen by heavy snow, and the train would not enter the station until evening, but Ji Weizhi was in a hurry and wished he could fly over.

Finally squeezed near the platform, Ji Weizhi panicked again.Just now he was temporarily called to work by the bureau, and he rushed to pick up people without even changing his clothes, and even pushed around in the crowd, now he must be wrinkled and rough.

Ji Weizhi grabbed a handful of water temporarily, pinched it twice on his hair, hoping that the curled corners would go down, and prayed that it would show some face, and when he saw his boyfriend again after a long absence, he couldn't look ugly.

Standing crowded by Wu Yangyang's gang, Ji Weizhi didn't say he was tired, but was full of energy. After waiting for several hours, the bus finally arrived.

Ji Weizhi searched among the group of people, almost seeing through his eyes, and finally saw a familiar figure.

"Here! Here!" He danced and waved.Everyone in this place wanted to be more conspicuous, so no one paid any attention to what the military master was shouting.

The visitors also waved to him when they heard the sound, and walked slowly through the crowd, even saying "sorry" if they accidentally squeezed into others.After apologizing all the way out, Sheng Sui's coat was also stained with a lot of dust.

Ji Weizhi burst out laughing.

Sheng Sui stood still, put down his suitcase, and opened his arms towards him.

"Second master!" Ji Weizhi threw himself into Sheng Sui's arms, with too much inertia, which made him stagger.

"Hey——" Sheng Sui rubbed the little wolf-like fur with one hand, pinched his waist gently, and said softly, "I lost weight."

"I did it on purpose, waiting for you to feed me fat." Ji Weizhi was skinny and shameless, and said with his neck raised, "Hurry up and go home, I left a lot of food!"

As he said that, Ji Weizhi pulled him, and ran forward like a smoke, got out of the station after a while, and ran to the intersection of the long street.

Suspecting that Sheng Sui's legs were slow, Ji Weizhi turned his head back to remind him while running, and even paced backwards: "Hurry up, we are still on credit."

You don't need to ask what kind of account is on credit, the child must still remember it, and he didn't kiss him before he left.

Sheng Sui had no choice but to speed up and run with him, and go home early to "pay off the debt".

The scene in front of him swayed as he ran.

There is snow on the long street, and the shadows are drawn long by the setting sun, covering the four rows of footprints in the snow.

Sheng Sui looked at the person running in front of him, and was in a daze for a moment, as if he saw himself nine years ago.

——He was wearing a straight military uniform, a wide-brimmed hat, and black leather boots, surrounded by dim yellow light. He was laughing, dancing, and rushing towards the sunset.

That was the high-spirited Ji Weizhi.

It is also very similar to Sheng Xunshan when he was young and crowned.

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