Lu Zhicheng suddenly smiled, showing two rows of big white teeth: "Okay, I will go to Guangxi to find you then."
Lu Zhicheng's smile was so bright that it blinded Zhou Chi for a moment. Then Zhou Chi nodded and left the tent.
Lu Zhicheng sat in silence for a while, then got up and walked to the table, where he drank the remaining half bowl of egg drop soup.
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July 20, the 28th year of Jiasheng
Guangxi Governor's Yamen.
backyard.
Zhou Chi had just returned from the front line and happened to meet an official from the Ministry of Personnel who came to announce the decree. He and Liu Changsheng kept the official for dinner. Liu Changsheng was promoted at this step. Zhou Chi was really happy, so it was rare for him to drink three glasses of wine. After drinking several times more, the sky turned dark after the meal. Zhou Chi felt tired, tired and dizzy, so he rested in the front yard. However, Zhou Ran still woke him up the next day.
Zhou Chi struggled to open his swollen and heavy eyelids, only to feel that his headache was about to explode. He rubbed his temples and slowly swallowed the bed. He walked to the table and poured himself a cup of herbal tea. After drinking it, I felt more energetic.
Zhou Chi drank another cup of tea, thinking that he would never touch alcohol again, while turning around to find clothes to change. As soon as he turned around, he froze in place, looking straight at the wrinkled face on the bedside. portrait.
He was so drunk last night that he couldn't remember anything. He stood leaning on the table for a while, then slowly walked over and sat on the bed. He picked up the painting with both hands and put it on his lap. He stared blankly. After looking at it for a long time, perhaps because he had been soaked in tears for too long, the face of the person in the painting could no longer be seen clearly, and only a faint outline could be seen.
Zhou Chi felt a little sad and carefully smoothed the portrait with his hands.
He hadn't thought of Xie Lun for a long time, but when he thought of it, he still felt an unbearable sadness.
Last month, he received a letter from Xie Lun, which contained information about the current situation of the Tibetan royal family, concerns about the war in the southwest, and a sense of peace and joy between the lines.
Xie Lun was very happy. He lived happily with his sweetheart in distant Tubo on the barren plateau.
Zhou Chi felt that he should be happy for Xie Lun. No matter what, Xie Lun was still his brother, but he still couldn't help but feel pain in his heart.
Because Xie Lun's happiness was not given by him.
Sometimes, Zhou Chi would think, if he had confessed first, what would happen now
But the ending he could think of was that he would always be lonely and sad.
Xie Lun said that he has liked Zhao Jingting for a long time, so long that he can't even remember the time.
But what about him
Who knows the depth of his love and his depression
…
"Zhou Chi! Why are you still lingering in there?" Zhou Ran urged outside again, with his usual loud and aggressive voice, "I've heated up the food for you twice!"
Zhou Chi was startled, and with a strong effort with his hands, the thin portrait was torn into two pieces, and fell lightly to the ground. Zhou Chi was startled, and the urging sound from outside rang.
"Zhou Chi! If you don't come out, I'll go in! I won't scratch your ears, won't you?!"
"Come here! Come here!" Zhou Chi hurriedly picked up the portrait and stuffed it under the pillow. He was busy getting dressed and shoes, pushing the door open and going out.
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Dining room.
"You have a fast pace, and it only takes ten days for you to come back here," Zhou Ran said to Zhou Chi while setting out an exquisite breakfast, "I thought you would arrive at least the day after tomorrow. The last time you sent food and grass, it cost twenty Come back soon."