During Wu Qiao's hospitalization, Ya Jiu would visit him every day, sometimes with a fruit basket on his iron arm. It bought these in the store of the military department, and used all the subsidies Wu Qiao received during his training.
When Yajiu asked Wu Qiao for money for the first time, Wu Qiao was still surprised. He didn't understand why Yajiu had such a demand. It became moved and dumbfounded.
"Why can't I receive the subsidy?" Ya Jiu once complained.
"Uh," Wu Qiao said, "Maybe it's because you don't have any consumer needs...?"
"It's really too much." Ya Jiu said again, "I have been working for the military since I was sensible."
"… Ok."
"As soon as you open your eyes, you start fighting."
"Yes." Wu Qiao naturally knew the situation at that time.
"At first, I didn't think there was anything wrong." Ya Jiu sighed, "Until that day, I learned a word from watching TV."
"What word?"
"child labor."
Wu Qiao: "..."
Sure enough, Yajiu still feels that he is human... and thinks that he should spend a happy childhood without any worries and doing nothing, so he is very worried about the fact that he will fight as soon as he opens his eyes.
Over there, Ya Jiu sighed again: "When I heard the word 'child labor', my heart was really shocked—"
"Yes." Wu Qiao also hated this kind of thing very much, "The empire strictly prohibits the employment of child labor."
"At that time, I kept repeating in my heart: What? There is still money for child labor?? Then why don't I??"
There was envy in the words.
"..." Wu Qiao explained with difficulty, "Well, Yajiu, you are not a child laborer, let alone a child laborer without money..."
"...?"
"Forget it." Wu Qiao gave up again and explained to Yajiu that it is not human, "Just keep using my subsidy."
"...?"
"Well... I heard that your subsidy is also on my card." Wu Qiao really couldn't bear to see Ya Jiu's dejected look.
"Is that so?" Ya Jiu opened her sparkling eyes, "That's right!!!"
Wu Qiao knew that although Ya Jiu wanted money, almost all the things he bought were for himself. Only two or three times, he saw orders for the deluxe collector's edition of several dog blood TV series on the bill.
Before Tan Yan officially set out for the expedition, he took another look at Wu Qiao and brought a few of the other's favorite foods.
At that time, Wu Qiao was keeping a diary, recording bits and pieces along the way, for frequent reference after he changed the world. He still has injuries, mainly the shoulder injury from Xianglong's Wing, and the back injury caused by the mangosteen beast's violent blow to him. In fact, he can't do other things.
Wu Qiao looked at a small box that Tan Yan brought: "What is this?"
"Red bean cake."
"… what?"
"Red bean cake." Tan Yan said, "It can be stored for a long time, just take your time."
"Red beans..." Wu Qiao repeated, and then asked casually, "Where did you buy it?"
"Ok?"
"Where did you buy it?"
Tan Yan was silent for a few seconds, and said, "The shop where Amandin bought scallops last time."
In fact, it was his own kitchen—
Wu Qiao found that when the general said this, his eyes quickly swept to the right. This is a typical manifestation of a person lying, but the other party...has no reason to lie. Maybe, true and false, false and true, are the characteristics of good leaders.
Tan Yan explained: "I originally planned to celebrate you after you recovered from your injury, but now it seems impossible, so I bought something here as a celebration."
Wu Qiao lowered his head, feeling a little hot in his heart: "Really... Thank you so much."
"At the same time, it is also for you to practice. I can't send you off."
Wu Qiao shook his head: "No, I'll just go by myself."
In fact, he planned to go home first, and report directly to the designated assembly point from home. He hasn't been home for a year, and his parents and sister miss him very much.
"Wu Qiao," Tan Yan said again, "Be careful in everything from now on, I hope everything goes well for you."
"Yes." Wu Qiao nodded, "I also wish you a smooth victory over your opponent and come back victorious."
"I will." Tan Yan looked at Wu Qiao, and there were many things Wu Qiao couldn't understand in his eyes, "As long as...you pay attention to yourself and don't make me worry about you, I will never lose."
"I..." Wu Qiao opened his mouth several times, wanting to say something, but in the end he was speechless. There was a hint of doubt in his heart, but he didn't dare to ask anything, afraid that if he asked, something would fall apart.
Tan Yan smiled again: "In the same way, I will continue to win and let you hear good news, which will not affect your mood... although maybe you don't care."
"No..." Wu Qiao lowered his head and said softly, "I will always pray for you."
Then, he heard Tan Yan laughing.
"Okay." Tan Yan glanced at Wu Qiao again, "I can't stay too long, I should go now."
"Okay." Wu Qiao stood up and followed Tan Yan to the door. In fact, he was also a little bit reluctant—Tan Yan really treated him very well.
"Wu Qiao, you..."
"Ok?"
"You...you take care." Tan Yan told him again, "Next time I see you again, you must be intact."
"Will do."
"Then... goodbye."
In fact, Tan Yan was really worried. Last time he saved Wu Qiao at a critical moment, so what about next time? What about next time
He was really a little scared. On a certain cloudy or sunny day, on an ordinary day that was no different from the past, his subordinate walked over hesitantly, his eyes dodged and his face was full of sorrow, and then he spoke softly and tactfully. The words he used brought him the worst news he didn't want to hear. Since then, that ordinary day has become a nightmare from which he will never wake up.
Tan Yan walked towards the door.
He was going to war, and so was he.
As a soldier, after a farewell today, we will be separated from each other and fight year after year. He doesn't know when he will return and when he will leave, let alone where Wu Qiao will be sent and what he will experience.
Tan Yan was completely unable to predict when the two would meet again, and under what circumstances they would meet again. Maybe in the future, every time he rushes back, he has set off again; and when he comes back, he is still far away... Just like that, passing by again and again, relying on longing for support for many years. Similarly, the next time you chat face to face like this, what kind of state the two of you will be in makes you not have any expectations at all. Maybe someone has already touched the gate of hell, maybe someone is seriously injured and cannot be healed, maybe someone has seen The dirtiest side of war, maybe some people's eyes are no longer what they are today. As for the worst outcome... Tan Yan didn't want to think about it.
In the past, Tan Yan thought that love always existed under the blue sky and white clouds, in the pavilions of clear water lakes, among the fields and flowers, but when it was his turn, it was always accompanied by the ups and downs of war, and he always saw the battlefield. Dust, the tip of the nose always smells the smoke of gunpowder bullets, the ears always hear the roar of the engine, and the skin always touches the pressing heat wave.
He dared not look back.
He was afraid that if he had finally made up his mind to leave, he would be reluctant to give up when he turned around, and then he would fight with a lack of firmness in his heart.
not like this.
There are still heavy things on his shoulders-his country, his fleet, and he will never be able to carry them without being extremely firm.
However, the moment he walked out the door, Tan Yan finally couldn't hold back.
He turned around suddenly, and said to Wu Qiao with extreme restraint: "I almost forgot... there should be a parting hug."
"… Ok?"
Tan Yan's eyes were very dark: "I wish you good luck in the future."
"... Oh." Wu Qiao nodded foolishly. Hugging and wishing each other good luck when parting is indeed a normal thing.
After only uttering a single sound, Wu Qiao felt himself being hugged into a very firm embrace.
"... Admiral?"
Tan Yan didn't speak, just tightened his arms.
Wu Qiao was hugged by the other party in a daze, without any movement.
"Hello..." After a while, Wu Qiao heard Tan Yan say in a hoarse voice, "Hold me."
"..."
Wu Qiao stretched out his arms to embrace the opponent, buried his cheek in Tan Yan's military uniform, rubbed the tip of his nose against the badge on the opponent's collar, and smelled a faint smell of rust, mixed with some clean breath of Tan Yan's body.
Wu Qiao felt that Tan Yan was a little different from the past. According to Tan Yan's personality, the sentence just now should be: "Aren't you handless? Come and hug me."
Is he okay... Wu Qiao thought, and couldn't help straining his hands.
After a few seconds of hugging, Wu Qiao suddenly heard a voice: "...Huh?!"
Looking back, it was Yajiu.
A very surprised expression appeared on Ya Jiu's face.
"...It's just a parting hug." Wu Qiao felt a little embarrassed when Ya Jiu bumped into him.
"Oh..." Ya Jiu stared at Tan Yan, ready to protect Wu Qiao at any time.
Tan Yan sighed.
This Yajiu will be with Wu Qiao every day from now on, but he still wants to interrupt himself at this time.
But... also good.
He really should go.
Tan Yan took one last look at Wu Qiao, turned around, and strode away along the corridor. This time, he never looked back.