On his way out of the hospital to buy breakfast for Zhao Lanxiang, He Songbai asked Gong Gong a little about her.
Gu Gong recognized this girl. She was the target of Jiang’s battalion commander in the military compound. Gu Gong once went to Jiang’s house for dinner, and the girl’s cooking skills left a deep impression on him.
He shook his head and sighed, "This girl has had a bit of a rough life recently."
Gu Gong and He Songbai briefly and succinctly explained how Camp Commander Jiang's object had two miscarriages, and he also mentioned that the relationship between Camp Commander Jiang and his wife might not be in harmony. He just focused on talking, but he didn't notice the blue veins that gradually floated up on the man's fist in front of him.
He Songbai pursed his lips tightly, his expressionless face gradually freezing.
Gu Huaijin's daughter-in-law is the senior eldest sister in the compound. She can speak very well, and she is very bluffing. Therefore, she also serves as the ideological work of the military family in the compound. Gu's mother just came back from Jiang's home a few days ago and did some ideological work for the couple.
Gu Huaijin also heard a few ears of rumors from his daughter-in-law, just enough to learn from He Songbai.
He Songbai's face was cold, "Beast."
Gu Huaijin had some opinions on the suddenly gloomy face of the young man in front of him.
He was very surprised, "You don't seem to recognize Xiao Zhao, why are you so indignant about this."
He Songbai restrained the chill on his face and said calmly, "It's a matter of fact."
"It can make his wife have two miscarriages in a row, and let the wife in the small confinement faint on the road. This kind of man is not a beast."
Gu Huaijin thought of Jiang Jianjun. He was one of the most outstanding generals in the compound. Gu Huaijin didn't want to accuse him, just shook his head.
"It's true that Battalion Commander Jiang wasn't careful enough about this matter, but he's excusable. He's too busy to go home a few times a year."
Speechless all the way after that, He Songbai silently bought the soup dumplings and soy milk that Zhao Lanxiang liked to eat.
He kept the woman in his mouth and was afraid of falling, but was so abused by other men that he was not cherished. He Songbai's heart was full of anger.
The subject had never told him the painful experience of her previous life in detail. Regarding the previous bad marriage, she calmly passed it in a few words. He Songbai did not expect that these simple words summed up the days when she suffered with blood and tears. .
At this moment, he just wanted to take her to his side, love her and cherish her. Use the rest of the day to heal her injuries.
But He Songbai was no longer the impulsive young man he used to be. He knew that he could not compete with Jiang Jianjun at all. The gap between them was like a moat. Jiang Jianjun didn't have to do anything, just sticking out his thumb was enough to kill him.
He Songbai held the soup bag wrapped in oil paper, as if he was planning something, his eyes dark and terrifying.
Gu Huaijin said, "You are still as warm-hearted as before."
He Songbai briefly and side-by-side asked about his son Gu Shuoming's situation.
He learned that Gu Shuoming's situation was still similar to his previous life, and he was still so dazzling. It seemed that his father's influence did not implicate him. Although it was not as smooth as in his previous life, he was promoted through meritorious deeds, but at least it was not bad. He Songbai was very happy for him.
Finally, he made an appointment with Gu Huaijin to visit his house at night, and Gu Huaijin was very happy. He can live well in the world now, mostly because of He Songbai's care, and he treats He Songbai as a benefactor.
Gu Huaijin said, "I can't help you after you're in prison. This time you're in City G, don't be polite to me."
He Songbai looked at Gu Gong in front of him, his face was covered with traces of time, old and vicissitudes of life.
His lips squirmed for a moment, wanting to ask him if he was finally vindicated, but he didn't ask after all. The marks on his face have said everything. Gu Huaijin has already washed away his grievances at this time in his previous life. He is teaching and educating people at T University, and he is an admirable teacher in the eyes of the students.
Also his mentor.
But at the moment, the confidence and pride in his eyes have been washed away, and he has turned into an ordinary old man. The days after returning to the city may not be very good. Presumably, after Wu Yong's death, he has never redressed his grievances.
He Songbai squeezed the hard coins in his pocket and said with a light smile, "I won't be polite to you."
"Life is always going to get better and better."
Because he... is back.
Facing the bright sunlight, He Songbai's black eyes flashed with darkness.
…
Zhao Lanxiang slept soundly in the bed, and she was quickly awakened.
The man in front of him looked at her with a cold face, the low brim of his hat covered his sharp eyebrows, and he leaned down and lifted the quilt.
"When are you going to make trouble and let the whole family find you early in the morning?"
His furrowed brows revealed his impatience, and the man's deep voice revealed the meaning of questioning, hoarse and indifferent, like a parent facing an unreasonable child.
Zhao Lanxiang silently turned her face to the other side, closed her eyes and fell asleep again, her pale face showing an expression of unwillingness to argue.
A few days ago, she had a fat waist, but now it's flat. Although this child was not born in his expectation, but after a long time, people have feelings. When he didn't know it, when he touched his naughty fetal movement, he would also give birth to the joy of being a father, maybe he had gradually fallen in love with this family.
Jiang Jianjun looked at her flat stomach so dazzlingly, he looked away.
Jiang Jianjun's lips wriggled for a moment and asked, "You buried Jiejie's ashes?"
When Zhao Lanxiang heard his son's ashes, he opened his eyes suddenly, and his voice was clear and light: "You are not qualified to mention him."
"He's gone, and I finally took advantage of your heart. He was unlucky. He was born under my knees. He was not expected to be born, and he didn't even have a decent tombstone after his death. I won't bury it, but keep it for your family. Throw in the trash?"
"Only your Fang Jing is a treasure in the world, and that's just what you think. Please keep your dog on a leash and never appear in front of me, or one day I'll go to the chief to complain about marriage... You shouldn't want the reputation of cheating."
"Fang Jing and I are not what you think—"
"You get out."
Zhao Lanxiang suddenly blushed, got into the quilt and bit her lip uncontrollably and began to cry. Her shoulders trembled, trying her best to suppress her cry so that it wouldn't leak out.
Jiang Jianjun pursed his lips tightly, he pressed the wound on his abdomen, and a trace of pallor appeared on his face.
He walked over and sat on the head of the bed, and when he saw the bulge on the bed, he shuddered. Hearing the faint sobbing in the air, an inexplicable emotion spread in his chest.
Not feeling well.
Jiang Jianjun held her shoulders and lifted the quilt covering her.
Before he could look at her face, he received a loud slap.
This was the only time in his life that he was hugged, and it was by the woman he always claimed to love him deeply, and his face suddenly sank. There was a scorching heat on his face, which made him feel at a loss for a moment.
He pursed his lips tightly and regained his usual composure and indifference: "Calm down, pack up and come home with me."
"I won't be on business this month, and I will accompany you to sit Xiaoyue."
After he finished speaking, he picked up his hat and put it on.
Since Jiang Jianjun got married, he has become more and more serious about his career, and his husband and wife have less gatherings and more separations. He thought that his soft words were showing his favor, but when Zhao Lanxiang heard it, a burst of sadness filled his heart. He laughed uncontrollably, almost to tears.
Tears, bitter and salty, flowed into her mouth, squeezing the last bit of moisture out of her body.
"Go away, I don't need you here. I didn't need you before, and I won't need you anymore..."