The night of the grand wedding

  No.

  No matter how different they are, it shouldn't be more than two years apart. If Nangnang were alive, she would be 27 years old this year.

  If sisters were meant to meet, why would it take more than twenty years without a word from each other?

  What I fear most is that before finding anyone, Nangnang has already passed away.

  Disappointment was written all over the faces of the two young soldiers.

  Early summer looks at all gas: what does it mean? Is it disdainful of people's age or not?

  This kind of pain, like finding a relative but suddenly having one's hopes shattered, is something that people who have not experienced it cannot understand. Lu Jun also had no time to consider other people's feelings at this moment; before the cold mask on his face collapsed, he took big strides and left another woman who brought him disappointment, driving away.

  "How rude! I should have thrown him 500 yuan with more force at the beginning." Chū Xià stomped her foot and muttered under her breath.

  Manman only cared about paying back the money owed to others, and the cold and unfeeling Master Jun suddenly left without a word, fortunately leaving behind Old Man Yao.

  Yao Ziye's current state of mind is more disappointing than Lu Jun's. Because before, no matter how he thought about it, he felt that Manman was the most in line with his heart's expectations, otherwise he wouldn't have told Lu Jun about it. Even though Manman is now 29 years old, he still wants to find traces of innocence in her eyebrows and eyes.

  "Please give me your bank account." Manman took out a pen and paper from her small bag this time, looking serious.

  "You won't lie to us, will you? Are you really twenty-nine?" Yao Ziyi took another step forward, and the faint ripples on the lake's surface seemed to flow from his eyes, which were long and narrow with a gentle warmth.

  She slightly frowned, knowing that this would make him disappointed again. She said clearly, "I have no reason to deceive you."

  "It's okay." Xia Xia walked up to interrupt, so that Manman wouldn't be bullied again. Manman was a good-natured person who didn't hold grudges, but Xia Xia had already lost patience with him. With one hand firmly pointing at his military uniform, "You're a soldier, you should know better about manners! Do you know that repeatedly asking a woman's age is extremely impolite?"

  The sharp finger pointed to the five-pointed star on his shoulder, and Yao Ziye suddenly woke up, with a hint of cry and laughter: "Sorry. My friend and I didn't mean it that way."

  "What does that mean?!" Chūxià roared, asking Mànmàn's age wasn't to pursue Mànmàn, but rather to deliberately mock her.

  The more you describe it, the darker it becomes!

  Yao Ziye cleverly skirted the topic and asked them, "How did you end up here? I don't think you came all the way here just to return money?"

  Early summer and Manman were taken aback by this counter-question, and for a moment they didn't know how to respond.

  "I really want to pay you back."

  "Don't worry about the money anymore." Yao Ziye saw this and told her the truth, "At that time, 50 brothers on the bus donated together, and after dividing it up, each person's share was less than 100 yuan. The amount of money is very small, no need to return it."

  "Money is money, how can it not be returned?" In the diligent and thrifty concept of hard work and study, dozens of yuan are still a lot.

  Looking at her stubbornly biting her lip, Yao Ziye thought back to the misunderstanding that had just started in the car last time, and smiled handsomely. "The problem is that these fifty brothers are mostly gone after completing their tasks, some of them are not in this province or city. If you really go to each one to return the money, the transportation costs, bank handling fees, will exceed the amount of the returned money."

  It's such a complicated situation, and now Chunxia and Manman have nothing to say.

  "That's not even enough to pay back the money, let alone the favor."

  Yao Ziye narrowed his eyes slyly at the two of them: "If you really want to repay this favor, why not tell me what you're doing here?"

  They are all lifesavers, how can they continue to be strangers and still hold grudges, it would only make them appear narrow-minded.

  "It's early summer vacation: 'We're here to see a friend and deliver something to him. He's a soldier, recently studying at this school.'"

  "It turned out to be like this." Yao Ziye sighed, leading them towards the gatehouse at the entrance, and asked, "I don't know what my fellow soldier's name is? Which class is he in?"

  "He was in which class I didn't get a chance to ask, but his name is Mo Wenyang," said Chuxia.

  The world is so small!

  Yao Ziye's smile grew wider as he said, "If it weren't for the same name and surname, Mo Shaowei just so happened to be in the same class as me. If you had told us earlier that you were friends with Mo Shaowei, my comrade Lu Jun wouldn't have stopped you from getting on the bus either."

  Mo Wenyang = Mo Shaowei?

  Early summer met Manman face to face, and they both sighed at how small the world really is.

  When they arrived at the guard room, Yao Ziye originally wanted to take them in directly to find someone. However, considering that it was currently siesta time, he feared disturbing other comrades and having a bad influence. So, he borrowed the phone from the guard room to call Mo Wenyang to come out.

  Mo Wenyang, who received the phone call, only noticed that it was Chuyan and Manman who had arrived, jumped down from the iron bed in the dormitory, and ran out to knock on Jiang Yan's door.

  The next day, he could see Manman again. Jiang Yan was so excited that he put on his military boots barefoot and ran out while dodging the inspectors who were buttoning up their shirts.

  As they ran towards the gatehouse, they saw Yao Ziye's back in the distance standing at the gatehouse.

  Yao Ziye was handsome and elegant, the most dashing officer in the class, even some students who were proud of their appearance couldn't help but feel inferior.

  Jiang Yan saw Yao Ziye and Manman standing face to face, and he couldn't help but wonder: "Why haven't I heard that Colonel Yao is looking for a girlfriend?"

  "Yao Ye's standards are high indeed." Mo Wenyang was equally jealous, both of them were good-looking and from a good family with abilities to boot, and had women chasing after them in droves. "However, I heard he was engaged when he was young."

  It turned out to be a betrothal. Jiang Yan ran to the gatehouse facing Yao Ziye, and put down his guard.

  "Jiang Zhongxiao has also arrived?" Yao Ziyi looked at Jiang Yan with a sizing-up gaze, saw that he wasn't wearing socks on his feet, and then followed his line of sight to Mianmian's face which was flushed red like a shrimp, her watery eyes flashing with a hint of deep thought amidst her subtle gloom.

  A couple stood face to face, just a few steps away, yet they didn't dare make a move because of the semi-familiar person in between. Jiang Yan was anxious and urgent, making eye contact with Mo Wenyang.

  Mo Wenyang received the instruction and intended to get rid of Yao Ziyi, saying: "Colonel Yao, what are you doing here?"

  "It just so happens that they are also friends of mine." Yao Ziye crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, showing no intention of leaving.

  I didn't know Mr. Yao was someone who doesn't know when to stop.

  Four people suddenly became urgent, exchanging eye contact with each other. From their understanding of each other, it was clear that Yao Ziye must have observed something and deliberately stayed behind.

  "Aren't you supposed to give him something?" Yao Ziyi asked with a hint of leisurely self-satisfaction, looking at Chunxia.

  The murmuring early summer opened the package chain and took out the tangled medical records to hand over to Jiang Yan directly.

  Jiang Yan reached out to take the medical record and noticed Yao Ziye's gaze fixed on his hand, suddenly thinking of a big misunderstanding.

  "What's wrong?" Chū Xià looked at him for a long time with his hand suspended in mid-air without taking it.

  "How did you two meet?" Jiang Yan asked, pointing at them and Yao Ziye.