Xu Wen couldn't get rid of the old grandmother's mind and fell straight, with a desperate expression on her face. As long as she closed her eyes, she would think of that scene.
She was so desperate as if the sun would not rise the next day, and so desperate as if she had become gloomy throughout her life, too heavy, too sad, and she was a little breathless.
"Captain, how do you talk about how the eldest, little and grandma will live? Grandpa is gone, and the house has fallen..."
Xu Wen asked softly, with a heavy nasal voice.
"There will be a solution, let's sleep." This sentence Ye Jian not only said to Xu Wen, but also the first time his comrades who attacked life and death.
No one talks any more, no one mentions what happened, and the two-hour break just squinted and passed.
The students got up on time at five in the morning, packed their backpacks, arranged the desks and chairs in the classroom in a straight line, and a group of fifteen people turned and entered the rainy and foggy forest area.
Today is the last day of their survival training in the wild. They arrived at the end at 6 o'clock in the evening, and they had to hurry up.
After a night of chaos, the village cadres who finally made things clear rushed to the school at six in the morning. He also wanted to ask the military comrades who helped them to have breakfast at home last night. As a result, they rushed to the school and the building was empty and no one was left. Little traces.
Looking at the desks and chairs in the classroom so neatly as if they were cut out, the village cadre turned around, closed the classroom door again, and returned to his home.
At a critical time, the people's soldiers are still reliable.
Back, that's what the village cadre said to his wife.
In times of crisis, the people’s soldiers will always stand up and stand up on the Great Wall with their bodies to protect this piece of people who love the land.
The same is true for Xia Jinyuan, who is far abroad.
There is a 14-hour time difference between Molaben and the country. At this time, it was at 4 pm on May 2nd. Xia Jinyuan, who was located in a hotel on the coast of the northern Caribbean Sea, stood blankly behind cobra with sunglasses and looked at cobra and a black man. Transactions.
The TV in the room broadcasts a piece of the latest current affairs news, the famous economist Jesse. Morris used the handle of his brushing toothbrush to plunge into his throat in jail, fearing crime and committing suicide.
Cobra glanced, with a cold smile at the corner of his mouth, and said to the black man who was dealing with him: "What a poor guy, he violated the bottom line of kind people."
"He has seen God, and everyone is very happy." The black man who completed the transaction took the goblet of red wine, made a toast to the cobra, and took the lead in taking a sip.
"Yes, I'm very happy too." Cobra replied with a smile, and took a sip of the red wine together.
Half an hour later, Cobra personally sent away the client who had taken a large amount of poison from him. After returning to the room, he put a smile away, showing his usual gloomy expression.
Coldly said to his personal bodyguard: "Get the people below ready. I just saw the Chinese diplomat walk into the elevator. He has already lived here."
"It's ready, sir. In the evening, we can do it anytime."
"Very good." Cobra nodded, and said to Xia Jinyuan: "Xia, you and Luke are guarding outside tonight. I am worried that the Chinese diplomat will recognize you."
Xia Jinyuan didn't speak, but nodded lightly.
Tonight, Cobra made hands with Qin Xiu, and Luke made hands with Cobra tonight. Similarly, it was time for him to leave tonight.