"But you are a special exception, so you can't treat them equally." Xia Jinyuan laughed brightly, Junya's eyebrows were as bright as the sky and the moon, and then she refused completely. This topic has to be stopped. After the heart is moved, the topic will become natural. Turning away, "Whenever you really put on the military uniform, I will treat you equally."
Ye Jian was also quietly relieved in his heart, really afraid that he would say anything else that would make him want to escape.
One is an amazingly talented hunter, and the other is a cunning and wise fox. This is destined to be a close match.
There was a cry of mourning from the tent. It was Dema's wife who was crying. She already knew that her husband had been killed.
Ye Jian's footsteps stopped and she looked sadly at the tent where the cry came from. She remembered that crying like this... Mom once cried like that. After the accidental death of his father, his mother cried with her arms around her.
Not long after, the gentle and beautiful mother in the memory no longer came back with a smile, but was covered by a national flag and turned into a small pot and returned to the village.
Although there was memory at that time, I didn't know what sacrifice was.
After arriving at Ye Zhifan's house, Sun Dongqing took an egg from Ye Ying for the first time and was taken to the kitchen to beat him with a stick, only to realize that he had become an orphan without parents.
In the previous life, it was because I knew it too early that I was afraid too early, and developed a cowardly temper that didn't dare to fight with Ye Ying.
"Don't underestimate the Tibetans. They are a brave nation. Without Dema, his wife will carry this house down." Her grief made Xia Jinyuan raise his hand and gently rubbed her hair. , "Everything will be fine, there is no hurdle that cannot be overcome in the world."
"You can grit your teeth and walk over, leave Ye Zhifan's family, and live out your own splendor. Dema's wife is a mother, and she will be strong for her own children."
Ye Jian nodded lightly, did not speak, and went back to Uncle Cizha's tent in silence.
The little fox was so sad because he thought of her own life experience. Xia Jinyuan, who sent her to the tent and was about to deal with follow-up matters in the team, temporarily changed her mind and chose to stay with her.
Turning around, she didn't see Xia Jinyuan's drooping eyes, which made him sigh and feel distressed because of her grief.
He glanced at the shaking tent in front of the tent and the herdsmen standing outside the tent. Xia Jinyuan pressed down the headset and said to the team members who were cleaning up: "Ye Jian is injured. I will accompany her for a while. You will take care of the rest. Be nice, and after cleaning up, accompany the herdsmen to the rocky beach and take Dema, who died unfortunately, back to the village."
"If you need our help, do our best to help the Dema family."
G3. They are cleaning up the bodies of seven mercenaries. From the inventory to the photo registration, they all need to be careful, hearing the words, and saying in a low voice: "We'll take care of the following things, you take good care of Ye Jian."
After all, it is rare to meet such a girl who can stand shoulder to shoulder with male soldiers, not to mention that she is still a student now.
Ye Jian walked into the tent, no adults were there, only Yang Jin was sitting alone in front of the butter lamp, with an unsheathed waist knife on the table, and a three-pronged gun next to it.
Seeing Ye Jian coming in, Yang Jin immediately got up to meet him, and asked, "Are you okay, I am very worried about you." Soon, she saw the strange man who came in later, and the pace of ushering in came to a halt.