He had a talk with him in 1990.

  Manman, where are you?

  On her first night in Beijing, Manman had a dream and suddenly seemed to hear his voice, startling her awake from under the covers.

  "Having a nightmare?" murmured Chūshun, sleeping beside her.

  "There isn't," said Manman, getting down from the bed, taking a sip of water to calm herself, and checking her phone again, but there was still no text message from him.

  She also wants to ask, where is he now?

  Jiang Yanting is depressed in reality.

  He was called back by his unit and went to the leader's place to say he wanted to make a phone call, but someone was staring at him and said he could only call his family.

  Something is clearly wrong here.

  Endured, finally endured until this day can be transferred to the National Defense University for further study. Just arrived at the university, of course, cannot rush to declare a leave request, will be suspected by the leadership.

  Jiang Yandong racked his brains, looking around to see if there was anyone in the class who would go out together, and he could blend in with them. Once they were out of the door, he would definitely call Manman.

  He was admitted to this period of commander training class, and the age of all students in the class is relatively young, similar to him, and most of them are technical officers. The troops have been emphasizing the cultivation of compound talents and middle-aged backbone in recent years. This class can be said to be the expected star of tomorrow for the troops. If you don't have any ability or background, you really can't get in.

  No surprise, there are hidden dragons and tigers in the class, and the prince must be a necessary role.

  In the red society, there are three layers of class division. The first layer is the "princes", also known as "ye". The second layer includes people like Jiang Yan, who are red second-generation and have many military family members, they are called "dà shào" (big young masters). The third layer includes people like Mo Wenyang, who have some background in their families, not necessarily from a military family background, they are called "xiǎo shào ye" (small young masters). Those below these three layers can only climb up by flattering and currying favor with the children of those above them.

  The troops are a small society. In terms of simplicity, it's really simple; soldiers in the army receive education on red moral culture every day, and most of them tend to distinguish right from wrong in their thinking. In terms of complexity, it's really complex; the personnel system in the army is layered, more particular about background than in society, after all, it's impossible to let someone with non-red ideology become a combatant, what if they betray halfway on the battlefield?

  To prove one's innocence, getting close to a key figure in an organization is a normal means.

  Jiang Yan and Mo Wenyang had just entered the class when someone came to chat them up. However, it soon became apparent that everyone preferred to revolve around the guys.

  Mo Wenyang looked at him with great interest, but didn't dare to casually bring up the matter with Jiang Yan. He knew that Young Master Jiang's temper was very proud and disdainful of flattery.

  Normally, Jiang Yan wouldn't join in this commotion, but for the sake of love and career, he was more than willing to lower his pride.

  The ears heard the old party suddenly a burst of noise, making a fuss about the weekend school holiday outing, and going together to help a certain old man choose a gift to take home to his unmarried wife.

  The opportunity has arrived, Jiang Yan squeezed into the crowd like a rocket under Mo Wenyang's stunned gaze, and shouted along with everyone else. The scene was somewhat similar to that of the students during the May Fourth Movement, with fists raised high and shouting "Long live weekend outings!" while thinking to himself: I can call Manman now.

  Perhaps he didn't pretend well, or perhaps he rebelled too quickly and gave the organization a motive to suspect him. The sharp gaze of the lord sitting in the middle, surrounded by stars, locked onto him like the small circle on a sniper rifle.

  Jiang Yan swiftly grabbed the collar of his military uniform and shook it three times as if nothing was wrong.

  Jun Ye's mouth slightly curved into a cold smile, roughly guessing his motive for pretending to be someone he's not. His eyes withdrew, considering it as having sold him a favor.

  This scene made Mo Wenyang, who was watching from a distance, feel shocked and frightened.

  Jiang Yan Yi had just returned when Mo Wen Yang immediately grabbed his shoulder: "Do you know who the young master's fiancée is?"

  As expected, Jiang Da Shao retorted with an irrelevant remark: "Who his fiancée is has nothing to do with me."

  Nowadays, Jiang Dashao's heart is filled with thoughts of Manman alone.

  "Jun Ye's fiancée is the military's number one beauty, Bai Lu!" Mo Wenyang was fed up with him, "Others are urging Jun Ye to buy gifts, wanting to see the legendary number one beauty, what are you doing by joining in on this commotion?"

  The corner of Jiang's mouth curled up, and he threw out a proud sentence: "I'm going to see the first beauty in my heart. What? The first beauty must be what you guys point out, can't it be what I think?"

  It turned out that he had thought about it. Mo Wenyang seemed to have something on his mind, and he had heard from his parents that Jiang's father and mother had secretly gone to Wen's house once, but they didn't seem satisfied. However, his parents had strictly warned him not to tell Jiang Yan about this matter.

  The Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai in real life~

  Mo Wenyang patted Jiang Dashao's shoulder kindly: "I'll go out with you on the weekend and help you keep watch."

  By the weekend, a group of students took advantage of Jun Ye's presence and slipped out of the school gate. When they arrived at the department store, Jiang Yan, who was like a fish in troubled waters, quietly left the crowd, found a public phone booth, and quickly dialed Man Man's cell phone number.

  The phone number had long been memorized by him, but when he dialed it, the other end rang with a rustling sound, leaving his heart hanging.

  Man Man shouldn't be working in a quiet framing room?

  Mengmeng, who received the phone call, ran in and out of Du Yu's newly opened gallery with his friends, directing the movers to be careful with various painting tools and canvases. The street was crowded with cars and horses, Mengmeng had to raise her voice on the phone: "Who? Who?!"

  "Vines, it's me!" Jiang Yan hastily spoke into the phone, grabbing his military cap to fan himself.

  "Who is this?" Manman covered her other ear and listened again, the phone showed an unfamiliar number, she was also afraid that it was a stranger calling to cheat her out of money.

  "Man Man, we've only been apart for two weeks, you won't have forgotten me already, will you?" Jiang Dashao's face turned red with anxiety, and he sounded like a wronged young wife.

  In an instant, the world seemed to have changed color, a thousand flowers bloomed, and spring mist floated. Mengmeng covered her mouth with one hand: After waiting for so long, she finally received his call.

  "Manman, listen to me, I was banned from using the phone by the troops before. Don't worry, I'll definitely make time to see you." Jiang Dashao thought she wasn't responding because she was still angry about not having contacted her for a long time, and he repeatedly made promises, almost to the point of tearing his chest open and offering his heart.

  "I already knew." Mianmian's mouth corners slowly spread out with joy.

  "Hey, I thought you were at the company? I heard some rustling sounds from your end. Where are you?"

  Manman suddenly felt very immoral and delighted, and gave him a surprise bombshell: "I'm in Beijing!"

  Digression

  Don't worry, guys, public chapters are about 2,000 words each... (*^__^*) Fat Mama will try to keep one chapter per plot point.