While speaking, Ding Ling took out a color photo from the inner pocket of her black uniform.
The protagonist of the photo is a man in his twenties, thin, slightly dark, wearing black-rimmed glasses, his hair is obviously combed and neatly backwards.
"This is a photo from almost ten years ago. He will be more mature now, and his hair is not so neat." Ding Ling added seriously.
She handed the photo to Shang Jianyao, who took the initiative to stretch her hands over, paused and said:
"If you can meet him somewhere in the icefield, remember to tell him, say, that someone is still waiting for him to come back."
At the end, Ding Ling's tone unconsciously became quite gentle.
"No problem!" Shang Jianyao answered decisively.
He looked at the photo carefully, as if to imprint the person above in his mind.
"Okay." Jiang Baimian also agreed.
At the same time, she secretly sighed.
Based on the similar things she has heard and experienced, she is actually very clear that if she hasn't come back for two years without any news, there is a high probability that she will never come back.
However, Jiang Baimian did not pierce Ding Ling's expectations and let her accept the reality, because living on the dusty soil, it is not a bad thing to have a little hope for the future and a little fantasy.
Jiang Baimian can also understand why Shang Jianyao is so excited.
She was sure that the other party thought of her father who had been missing for many years.
Shang Jianyao's father also went out to investigate the cause of the destruction of the old world, but he never returned, and there was no news.
Since joining the "Old Tune Group", Shang Jianyao has been looking for traces of his father, and now he has a little bit of an eye, knowing that there are certain clues in a city that was destroyed by "wuxin disease" after knowing a new calendar.
Therefore, most of Shang Jianyao felt the same way about Ding Ling's entrustment to find her husband and bring him a message.
Now it should be the one who attaches great importance to feelings... Jiang Baimian took Ji Qiang's photo from Shang Jianyao and took a serious look:
"We'll keep an eye out."
Ding Ling did not leave the photo to the "Old Tune Team", but took it back and carefully put it back in the inner pocket of the black uniform.
Bai Chen felt that she might have only one photo left for various reasons.
"Where's your wedding photo?" The honest Shang Jianyao obviously thought of a similar question.
It was too late for Jiang Baimian to stop him.
Ding Ling, who still maintained a polite smile when talking about Ji Qiang just now, said with a dazed expression:
"Last year, when I retreated into the deep mountains and were pursued by the people of the 'First Castle', I fell in a fierce battle and fell into a mountain stream."
At this moment, her sadness seemed a little uncontrollable.
I always carry it with me... Jiang Baimian deliberately changed the subject:
"Do you have a photocopier in this settlement?"
"Not this year." Ding Ling shook her head, "When I abandoned the settlement last year, it was taken by the people of the 'First City'. I have been applying this year, but it has never been approved. It seems that the supplies are a bit tight, otherwise I will directly copy it. Here's a photo for you."
"It's okay, she has a good brain and a strong memory." Shang Jianyao didn't help Jiang Baimian to be humble at all.
After a few more exchanges, Ding Ling took Zeng Ping'an to the gate of the settlement.
On the way, Zeng Ping'an looked back at the "Old Tune Group" with a slightly complicated expression.
When they passed the gate and entered the settlement, Bai Chen looked back and whispered:
"The one surnamed Zeng likes Captain Ding."
"No?" Long Yuehong blurted out.
This age difference is a bit big, it feels bigger than Yang Zhenyuan and Zhou Qi, at least ten years apart!
Moreover, Yang Zhenyuan and Zhou Qi got married only by the company's unified distribution. Under normal circumstances, it is unlikely that they would become a couple.
Jiang Baimian laughed when he heard this:
"Isn't it normal for young people of seventeen or eighteen to like big sister
"Besides, such a border settlement hangs out in isolation. Zeng Ping'an has very few people to meet every day. The ratio of males and females here is not balanced. He often has to worry about the secretion of dangerous catalyzing hormones, and unknowingly falls in love with the mature people around him. A reliable woman, what's the point of making a fuss? Ding Ling looks okay, right?"
"You understand so well!" Shang Jianyao almost applauded.
"It's a professional psychology paper to expand." Genova echoed Shang Jianyao's words.
Yes, yes... Long Yuehong agreed in her heart.
Jiang Baimian smiled modestly:
"Actually, I realized it later. Xiaobai didn't say anything. I didn't think there was any big problem. I thought it was a comradeship of life and death."
Do you think we will believe your statement? Long Yuehong muttered silently.
Bai Chen nodded:
"I'm rather sensitive about this."
Uh... Long Yuehong was nervous and uncomfortable.
The honest Genova continued:
"I didn't notice that, but I figured out another problem."
"What?" Long Yuehong asked actively.
Genavar moved his metal neck:
"Ding Ling and her husband have been married for almost ten years, and they didn't even mention their children just now.
"Encouraging fertility has always been a basic policy at the forefront of most forces that have grown in size, and the 'Salvation Army' is no exception."
Jiang Baimian looked around and sighed:
"It may be that she was born without food, or that she didn't find out immediately after she became pregnant, and she accidentally miscarried when someone broke through the border or launched an attack from the 'First City'.
"There are many reasons. The outside is not as good as the inside of the company, and the reproductive environment is not so good."
"Okay." Jiang Baimian clapped his hands, "Let's prepare dinner."
Just as the "Old Tune Team" was cooking up the new breed of canned sauerkraut and pork that had recently been traded, a green jeep with bumps and tatters pulled up from east of the creek and stopped in front of the settlement.
"Captain Ding, let's update the data!" A head stuck out from the jeep's co-pilot position.
He looks savage, wears a thin felt hat, and the whole person is dusty.
Ding Ling knew him, but as usual, she sent her subordinates to search the bodies of the two people on the opposite side, check the vehicles, and then let them in.
"Why is it so late? Didn't I say before that I could be there in the morning?" Ding Ling went down the fence from the wooden stairs, and asked the man with snarky eyes.
Different from the gentle and restrained when she communicated with the "old tone group" just now, she is now aggressive and strong.
"Oh, I've been wronged! Captain Ding, our car broke down on the road, and it took a lot of time to repair it." The man with snarky eyes quickly explained.
His name is Zhang Chenguang, a staff member of the Wubei Hunter Guild. Together with his companions, he is responsible for regularly updating hunter information for settlements and border posts in a large area around him to ensure that the data can be unified.
Ding Ling didn't say much, and led Zhang Chenguang and his companions into a small two-story building with traces of fire in the depths of the settlement, pointing to a laptop and said:
"By the way, let's see why it is so stuck. I wanted to check the information of several hunters before it took a while to display, and it was not completely displayed."
"Okay!" Zhang Chenguang is a professionally trained technician.
Of course, he also works part-time as a relic hunter, because he usually runs around like this, and some tasks are naturally completed, for example, helping soldiers in certain outposts bring letters to their homes.
After some cleaning, Ding Ling's computer returned to normal. Then, Zhang Chenguang plugged in the USB flash drive and imported the latest hunter information from all over the dust, overwriting the original.
Ding Ling nodded slightly:
"Help me check the four hunters, Xue Yueyue, Zhang Qubing, Qian Bai, and Gu Zhiyong, I haven't seen why they were wanted by the 'First City'.
"The hunter numbers are... "
Ding Ling picked up a piece of paper beside her and read out the numbers on it.
"Okay." Zhang Chenguang tapped the keyboard with great effort.
Soon, he called up the information of Jiang Baimian and others.
"The bounty is 20,000 ore?" Zhang Chenguang stood up as if he had a nail under his butt.
How many kilograms, no, how many tons of pork can this buy!
How dangerous is a hunter team with such a large amount of money on the bounty!
"I know that." Ding Ling said with a look of disgust, "Help me find out why they are wanted."
If it wasn't for the high bounty of the "Old Tune Group", and she was going to the Icefield on the way, she would not have asked them for help.
Zhang Chenguang sat down tremblingly, as if there were several monsters lurking outside the room.
"Planning, uh..." Zhang Chenguang was stunned, "planning a big conspiracy against the 'First City'."
Ding Ling doubted her ears:
"Big conspiracy? Against 'First City'?"
Just four people and a robot outside
Zhang Chenguang nodded mechanically:
"That's what the documentation says."
"Well, the reason for the 'First City' is not necessarily true. Sometimes, they will just find an excuse to cover up the real reason." Ding Ling quickly regained her composure, "However, to be taken seriously by them, outside Those few people must have done amazing things, I have to report it to see if we want to make further contacts."
Her eyes turned to the radio transceiver placed in the corner of the room.