In an instant, Song Qiyue remembered just now, in the room just now, he was talking with her-if it is not convenient for you to speak, then let me go and tell Vice President Zhou that you are not feeling well, and the next thing you do Do not continue to take over.
Unexpectedly, his movements were so fast that she couldn't react at all.
However, at this moment, facing Zhou Suhe, he is next to him, and his hand is still holding her. Song Qiyue can clearly feel his hand, clasping her tightly. It is not an answer, it is a command. A sense of oppression came, but now, where to go, what is the answer between going and not going.
Zhou Suhe slowly said, "This time something like this is not predictable. You have also been injured. If your body is really uncomfortable, if you decide to quit halfway, it will be fine."
Song Qiyue still did not speak.
Mo Zhengyan's hand tightened, and he said again, "July, you see Vice President Zhou said so, don't be burdened, just speak and tell him."
The two of them, one waiting, one urging each other, he asked her to say an answer, and both were waiting for an answer, asking her to answer himself.
Everything was messy, unclear thoughts, but in a daze, she suddenly made a decision. Her gaze turned towards Zhou Suhe, and she said, "Vice President Zhou, this time the incident is an accident. As you said, it is not predictable. Although I was injured, I am all better now. , But if I want to enter the mining area next, I request not to be dispatched."
"Vice President Zhou, is that okay?" Song Qiyue asked.
Zhou Suhe smiled, how could he disagree, "Of course."
Song Qiyue heard him agree, and she turned her head again. This time, her hand was holding him back. She firmly held him and said to Mo Zhengyan, "I was a little uncomfortable the first two days, but it was already Okay, you worry about me, I know. But the matter hasn't been finished yet, and I can't just leave like this."
"Zheng Yan, I want to stay and finish the things I haven't finished yet." She said, her voice was soft.
Mo Zhengyan looked at her, his hand was held by her slender fingers, and he could feel her temperature. From between his fingers, the slight temperature made him almost melted by her eyes. Who can resist her bright pleading eyes.
But the temperature became slightly cool when it reached my heart.
Penetrating down, the coolness is incredible.
"Zheng Yan, is that okay?" She asked again, pleading.
What else can he say?
What else does he say!
At this moment, it was just a smile, Mo Zhengyan said, "In this case, if you want to stay, then stay."
Song Qiyue looked at him, but his hand let go of her. It was her palm, and his hand fell loose.
"Mr. Mo, please rest assured that this kind of thing will never happen again." Zhou Suhe agreed.
Mo Zhengyan didn't have the slightest feeling of strangeness. He was so indifferent and distant. He just smiled and said, "With the assurance of Vice President Zhou, of course I can rest assured."
Zhou Suhe also smiled with his jaws. The two men are now confronting each other. It is clear that there is no direct pros and cons on the market, and no victory or defeat on the chessboard, but it seems like a battle, and those who stayed win, those who left lost .
"Ms. Mo, it's almost time for dinner, why not go to dinner together." Zhou Suhe said again.
"I think it's too late, I'm about to set off now." Mo Zhengyan said so.
Song Qiyue was stunned, how could it be so fast, so suddenly!
Zhou Suhe said, "Mr. Mo, this is too rush."
"It happened suddenly, so I had to leave first." Mo Zhengyan said with a smile, and Zhou Suhe didn't say much.
Mo Zhengyan got up immediately, and he went out.
Song Qiyue also followed out.
When they arrived in the corridor, Mo Zhengyan remained silent, just heading to the hall where they had a meeting before. Song Qiyue followed, she walked all the way. After walking through the corridor and waiting in the hall, Song Qiyue finally couldn't help it, and asked, "Why are you in such a hurry to leave?"
"I just told you, I'm leaving here." He sat down in the chair, as if waiting for something.
"But you don't have to be so anxious! Is something wrong?" Song Qiyue asked.
Mo Zhengyan raised his eyes and said, "Everything is fine, just the schedule. I'm going to the place below."
After this, the two of them were in this hall. He was sitting and she was standing. She was suddenly flustered and at a loss. She didn't speak, or didn't speak. In a dilemma, Qi Jian and He Sangsang arrived.
Qi Jian said, "Mr. Mo, the car is ready, everyone is ready, and you can set off at any time."
He Sangsang said, "Mr. Mo, the luggage has been packed."
It's just that there are double shares in the luggage, not only Mo Zhengyan's luggage, but also Song Qiyue's luggage. She saw it, and they all saw it.
This made Song Qiyue's heart tense, Mo Zhengyan stood up, He Sangsang stepped forward and handed him the clothes. He was neatly dressed and was about to leave. Finally, he opened his mouth again, "Song Qiyue, I Now I will ask you one last time, are you going with me or not."
Song Qiyue was silent, her hand clenched into a fist, and her tight lips would be bitten by her to bleed. Finally, she said, "My business is not over yet."
Mo Zhengyan didn't say any more, but just ordered, "Qi Jian, take her luggage back."
"Yes." Qi Jian and He Sangsang were both taken aback, but Qi Jian still obeyed orders.
And Mo Zhengyan took He Sangsang downstairs. Song Qiyue watched. She didn't know what to do, but she took a step forward and followed him all the way.
In the lobby of the post building, Manager Yu was already ready, and only waited for Mo Zhengyan to gather and speak out. It’s just that he was in a hurry. Manager Yu was eating just now. Who knew Qi Jian’s notice came down. He could only settle the dinner in a hurry. Here I was asking the chef at the station to pack some steamed buns, and then I got on the car and ate some more. .
Except for Mo Zhengyan's subordinates and his party, the rest of the people in the hall were also there.
It was during the meal that everyone gathered here.
Du Yu and his party were all here, Zhou Suhe and Song Xiangwan also came down, because Zhou Suhe's health improved, so he also went downstairs to have a meal. In addition, he just knew what Mo Zhengyan was going to leave, and he came to see him off.
Song Xiangwan just learned that Mo Zhengyan was leaving, she said, "Brother-in-law, are you leaving?"
Mo Zhengyan replied, "There are still things to be done, so I have to leave."
"Oh." Song Xiangwan replied, and said nothing else.
"Mr. Mo, I can only see you off here." Zhou Suhe has stretched out his hand and shook his hand.
Mo Zhengyan shook his hand lightly, and he smiled and said, "Vice President Zhou, it's so polite."
After the farewell, Mo Zhengyan set off with a group of people, and his subordinates also went out of the building first and got on the truck one after another. Qi Jian also carried Mo Zhengyan's luggage into the car, but Song Qiyue was always behind, silent like a cloud of air, really a cloud of dull air.
Zhou Suhe and Song Xiangwan said goodbye to the front of the building and did not go outside.
Song Qiyue only wore a sweater, and she walked out of the building.
In fact, the differences are the same, but some people come and some go, but who stays and who leaves, but who travels, who waits, and changes are all the same. It's just that at this moment, I still want to catch something, but I find that my eyes are too hazy.
But it is clear that there is no wind and snow, and there are no barriers that obscure the line of sight.
"Mr. Mo, please get in the car." Qi Jian and He Sangsang had already opened the door, and they were waiting.
Mo Zhengyan was about to leave, Song Qiyue couldn't help shouting, "Zhengyan."
She grabbed his hand and still clenched it unconsciously, but even though there were a thousand words, it was all silent and it became still.
There is only one sentence, "You have a safe journey."
Mo Zhengyan looked down at her, her white sweater was a soft color, and the whole person was in this snowy ground, only the blue silk was black. Behind her, you can still see the figure, with the figure of the man standing behind.
He suddenly lowered his head, staring into her eyes, and said abruptly, "Song Qiyue, you will follow me."
She hadn't understood that before, Mo Zhengyan had already turned around, he looked back and got into the car.
The troops set off, and the group left the post building in Fangguan.
...
The room at night was quiet and there was no sound.
The suitcase that had just been sorted by He Sangsang was left in place after being sent back by Qi Jian. Song Qiyue had no intention of taking care of it. She sat in the room, but didn't want to sleep. The dull air made her whole body bad. Wrapped in a big shawl, she opened the door and walked out, walking around the building casually.
She turned around and walked towards the corridor, walking alone, not knowing where she was going. In fact, this building was so small. After passing by the conference hall, just now, she had stayed here with him. Getting more bored, she went all the way up, up the stairs.
Finally, she came to the highest roof of the building.
It was a small attic without a door, like a watchtower. It's just that it has been abandoned now, and the new outpost has been built. Someone has long been there to check the situation.
Song Qiyue stood here, she looked into the distance, not knowing what to see, but it was a vast void.
But someone came, and he silently walked to her side and stood shoulder to shoulder with her.
"Why don't you follow him." It was Zhou Suhe's voice, ringing in his ears.
She was silent and looked ahead and said, "What I promised you is not over yet."
"I know, you don't like to give up halfway." Zhou Suhe smiled, her character, where he is not clear, such a thorough understanding, she least likes to withdraw from the midfield. Therefore, when Mo Zhengyan came to tell him, he was not worried. Just in my heart, there is still a trace of hesitation.
Song Qiyue spoke slowly, "I don't like to give up halfway, but it doesn't matter anymore."
Hearing this sentence, Zhou Suhe's heart was frozen!
The hesitation that remained in his heart just now turned into a settlement. After the man left, he came to the real answer.
Not important anymore, not important anymore.
What is important?
Zhou Suhe looked at her profile, but she was looking ahead. The far front was the direction the convoy was leaving.
He just felt that she was staying, but it seemed that she had already left.