Wen Jian's calm face was indirectly embarrassed by Qing Zhi's words.
That kind of embarrassment was not caused by Qingzhi, but because this fact pushed Wen Jian who appeared here to an extremely embarrassing point.
Wen Jian felt that even his breathing had become very thin. He lowered his eyes and raised his eyes to look at Qingzhi, "What do you want me to do?"
Qingzhi stared at him, her pale lips twitching slightly, her voice still hoarse: "I never asked you to do anything."
"So Qingzhi, have we... forgotten?" Wen Jian slowly said the words that cut her heart. As she spoke, blood seemed to be dripping from the tip of her heart, "Forget that past."
Qingzhi gently blinked her trembling eyelashes. In a daze, Wen Jian's gentle and affectionate calls in the past and the scene of indifference pushing her away kept repeating. She looked at Wen Jian blankly and wanted to speak. What to say, but couldn't help coughing violently.
Wen Jian felt nervous and hurriedly poured tea to pass it to her to drink. However, Qingzhi pushed it away fiercely and dropped the cup to the ground. The cup made a sharp crashing sound. Qingzhi coughed weakly. Panting, he said in a hoarse voice, "I will forget, and please don't come to me from now on."
This sentence froze Wen Jian's hand, which was about to reach out to hug her. He thought that it was wrong for him to expect anything.
Wen Jian nodded gently and said yes.
When he said goodbye to her, Qingzhi didn't even look at him. Her small face was cold and she couldn't see any emotion.
The wind and frost outside were still there, and the snow was getting heavier and heavier. Wen Jian walked out of the military camp by himself. He walked on the road facing the frost and snow. He counted the days and wondered whether the storm would end before the New Year.
After Wen Jian returned to the inn, he began to write a plan. He knew that the snowstorm was serious at the moment. If the matter could not be dealt with in time, there would be an even greater disaster waiting behind.
The next day, after Su Su came to find him, he handed Su Su the feasible plan he had planned, and there was one very important thing that Su Su should pay attention to, "There are heavy snowfalls in southern Xinjiang now. I saw it when I came here." There is a large stretch of snow-capped mountains outside the city. Brother Su, please be sure to pay attention to the trends outside the city to avoid disasters like avalanches."
Su Su was startled when he heard this: "Avalanche?"
Wen Jian nodded and said: "When there is a large amount of snow on the mountain, the cohesion of the snow cannot withstand the pressure it is subjected to, and it will slide downward, causing a large amount of snow to collapse. The current situation in Southern Xinjiang City will explode at any time. avalanche."
Su Su frowned and looked solemn: "Then how can we avoid such a disaster?"
Wen Jian shook his head again: "This is a natural disaster. If it happens, it cannot be avoided. What I mean is, remember to give an order when you go back, telling the people in the city not to go out of the city and get close to the snow-capped mountains."
Su Su thought that what Wen Jian said made sense, so she nodded in agreement, "Okay, I'll go back and issue the order."
Wen Jian confessed everything she needed to confess, and after enduring it for a long time, she finally couldn't help but ask about Qingzhi's condition, "Qingzhi... is she... feeling better?"
Su Su didn't hide it from him, and answered truthfully: "She took the medicine honestly, and is much better than yesterday, but the cough is still not better."
Wen Jian felt very worried after hearing this. After all, when he left yesterday, he made Qingzhi so angry that she coughed so hard.