Thinking of J5, both of them felt deep. Xia Jinyuan, who was holding the umbrella, did not know when he took Ye Jian's hand. The two held hands tightly, and even the fingertips conveyed the same sadness.
Silent all the way, only holding hands together.
The rain "rushed" and washed, and the whole world turned into a transparent rain curtain. After stepping on the fallen leaves all the way, Ye Jian returned to the bedroom with a wet body.
"See you tomorrow, Team Xia." Ye Jian stepped into the corridor on the first floor and waved to the man who was holding the umbrella in the rain and didn't make any further progress: "Get rest early."
"Well, you should rest early, see you tomorrow." Xia Jinyuan smiled and waved, "Go back to the bedroom, good dream."
"Good dreams."
The rain slapped the umbrella surface, making a "pap pap" pounding sound. The man's trousers under the umbrella were all wet, and his shoulders were all wet. As if he hadn't noticed, the edge of the front umbrella was slightly lifted so that he could see. Send her away more generously.
In summer, the short-sleeved military lining fabric was relatively thin, and it was soaked in the rain that it adhered to the skin. It outlined the strong and powerful texture of his one-sided shoulder and arm. He stood until Ye Jian walked towards the stairs.
The night was dark and the rain was heavy. In the stormy night, the man holding the umbrella was tall and straight, like an out-of-sheath sword, standing straight and sharp. After a long time, the young lieutenant colonel moved forward, and the tall figure gradually moved away.
Ye Jian, who had climbed to the fourth floor, also glanced downstairs, only to see a figure drifting away from the rain curtain, with a firm pace forever.
J5's sacrifice is the most painful than the summer team as the captain. He once said to her that as the captain, since he took his comrades out, he has the responsibility to bring his comrades back alive.
J5 went out to fight together but sacrificed...
Even if two years have passed, J5 is still the scar in the Xia team's heart. It has never healed. If you mention it a little, the unhealed scars were immediately torn and bloody.
"Summer team..."
The wind and rain swept away Ye Jian whispered softly, her heart was very dull and bored, even if she had countless deep breaths, she couldn't relax. In the end, Ye Jian simply supported the corridor handrail with both hands, and stood alone for ten minutes before returning to the bedroom.
Xia Jinyuan returned to the Foreign Guest Building, except for the waistline and the clothes and pants that were not wet, the rest were all wet. Five minutes later, with short hair and water droplets, he could walk out of the single bathroom with short shirts and short sleeves.
Holding a dark green military towel in his hand, he wiping his hair quickly and sitting next to the single bed in a casual motion. After that, he seemed to want to get up and do something, but felt that he didn't need to do anything. He held a damp hand towel. , Sitting like a sculpture for a long time without moving.
He didn't even move his eyes, and kept staring at a place on the ground.
He just sat quietly alone. He didn't know how long he had to sit for before he got up to dry the towel in his hand. He didn't go to bed right away when he came back. He sat in front of the desk and opened the drawer, taking out countless letters from it.
The sender is different, but the recipient is the same person.
"Good brother J5."
Write it all to J5.
Xia Jinyuan didn't read the contents of the envelopes. He just counted them one by one. After counting, he took out his letters, folds the unsealed envelope bag, and unfolds the square letter paper he has unfolded.
"Brother, it has been a year and eight months since you left. I took my brothers to perform many missions. Brothers are all good. Except for the old wounds not healed and the new ones are added, they are all alive. return."
"You said that we all have to live, but as a result, the only one missing you, you, you J5, every time my brothers think of you falling asleep and bullets hit the body without crying, as long as you think of you, Everyone has to scream."