Two people who are not good at talking, two people who love each other but never speak.

It turns out that her mother liked her and was proud of her.

Cen Ning smiled at the letter, laughed ridiculously, and cried again.

Is it over to say sorry? From now on, she has no blood-connected relatives. I am sorry, what can I get...

Cen Ning hated Wei Pinfang very much, hated her for leaving her like this, hated her for deliberately not taking life-saving medicine, hated her for secretly doing these things behind her back, hated her even more for having understood her support for her but didn't say a word.

She also hates herself, hates herself for taking her physical weakness for granted, hates herself for never caring or asking, and she doesn't know that she has long been born with depression. She even hates that she can't be more cheerful, and can't pester her mother to talk about work, study, and things outside like those little girls.

She was very lonely, but at least she wasn't alone anymore. But as for her mother, she has always been lonely. No one has ever sincerely talked to her, and neither will the only daughter.

Cen Ning squeezed the letter paper tightly, and the tears accumulated over so many days finally broke through the embankment.

This room with Wei Pinfang's breath and the care of this belated mother finally made her feel unprecedented panic in regret and hatred.

Two weeks after Wei Pinfang's affairs were dealt with, Cen Ning embarked on the road back to his hometown.

That place hasn't been back since I left, and for seven years, it's been a stalemate. But after arriving at that place, Cenning still felt familiar, the streets, houses, trees...they have not changed in essence, just changed their coats.

She stayed in that small town for three days before returning, sitting on the train alone, looking at the scenery outside the window.

On the opposite seat, a small couple kissed me and talked privately.

Cen Ning occasionally thinks at a glance, where is he now? Is he safe? Is it smooth?

She would think again, it would be fine if he was there, and if he was there, she might not be so tired.

After coming out of the subway, Cen Ning planned to take a taxi back to the apartment. As for Yanjia, she didn't want to go back temporarily because she didn't want to see the small building without Wei Pinfang.

As soon as he got a taxi, Cen Ning received a call from Zhang Ziyi.

"Hey?"

"Ning, Ningning, he's back, I—"

Zhang Ziyi spoke in a strange voice, as if he was trapped in a great fear. Cen Ning was taken aback for a moment: "What's wrong with you? He came back, are you talking about Tang Zheng and the others."

"Ningning, I'm scared!" Zhang Ziyi burst into tears suddenly, as she cried and spoke intermittently. Cen Ning struggled to distinguish her sentences, and finally heard something in the piece.

She was in another province today, and Xin Zechuan called her to tell her that their group was in the hospital while she was still eating, and Tang Zheng was seriously injured. She is rushing back now, but due to the distance, she can’t rush to immediately...

It was dusk, and Cen Ning stood at the subway entrance where people came and went, her whole body stiffened by the cold wind. The wind penetrated into her heart like a poisonous snake, and the venom dissipated silently, not feeling at first, but after a few seconds the biting pain penetrated into every cell. When she recovered, the hand holding the phone was already shaking violently.

Did something happen to him?

Beijing**, outside the operating room.

A group of men in military uniforms were sitting or standing, all with a silent expression. They had been waiting early in the morning, but the lights in the operating room had not been turned off, and no one left.

"Old Zhang, you go and deal with the injury of your arm first." A young boy said, "What about the wound waiting for you..."

"That's it, we are all here."

"No, I have to wait until he comes out."

"Lao Zhang..." The young boy couldn't persuade him to move, so he looked at the man sitting on the side of the chair asking for help.

"Brother Yan, look at Lao Zhang."

The eyes of words and deeds seemed to move: "Old Zhang, go and bandage."

"Brother Yan, I want to see him until he comes out."

"Go to bandage, this is an order!"

Old Zhang pursed his lips, reluctantly, but he could not defy the military order: "...Yes."

After a few words, everyone was silent again. This hostage rescue mission was completed with difficulty, but even though it was completed, their team had made a big sacrifice. Tang Zheng is still lying in the operating room.

"It's coming out."

The operating light went out and the doctor walked out.

"How about a doctor!"

"Vital signs are all normal, don't worry."

"Very good……"

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and they all beamed with joy.

Her words and deeds pursed her lips, and the tightly held hands that had been hidden by her side finally slowly calmed down.

"Words and deeds."

Everyone was in joy, and suddenly, a faint voice came from the side.

A few people looked back and saw a little girl standing in the corridor at some point. She was very beautiful, but her face was pale and pale, which made people feel inexplicably cautious.

"This lesbian, you are..."

"Words and deeds." The little girl took a step forward, ignoring the people, but looking at their captain for a moment.

A man in the middle recognized her, and he was surprised that this was not the one in Tibet...

But before he could say anything, he saw their captain suddenly get up, and walked past them a few steps to the little girl.

Someone at the side asked in a low voice, "Eh, who is this?"

"This is that"

"..."

Before finishing speaking, everyone was stunned.

Because the little girl suddenly pushed her words and deeds so fiercely that she was extremely determined. What's amazing is that their captain, who has always been so cold and scared to death, didn't say a word.

After being pushed away, he stepped forward to hug the little girl, and then he was pushed away, and then hugged tightly...

Everyone looked at each other, wondering if they could or could not see.

"Tsk, what are you doing in a daze? I'm all gone."

"No... who is this girl?"

"Didn't you mention that a little girl saved Brother Yan while in Tibet?"

"Oh! That's it!"

"Yes, yes... Okay, hurry up, don't look."

Cen Ning hated the smell of disinfectant water that was a matter of life and death spreading in the silent hospital corridors, because it was like this when Wei Pinfang died that day.

And every second she had just rushed over from the subway, she was suffering in a hallucination. She seemed to see the words and deeds lying on the hospital bed like Wei Pinfang, and he was bleeding and dying.

She was too scared.

I just lost a close relative, and I'm afraid of losing another one.

If so, she really couldn't bear it.

"Sorry."

A man's low and painful voice came from her ears, and Cen Ning leaned against his arms. The iron badge on his chest made her cheeks hurt.

But she didn't speak, she just stayed in his world like a puppet that was almost discarded, anxiously feeling the body temperature of the person.

Holding Cen Ning by words and deeds, he looked down at her dull and panicked, as if he had been stabbed in his heart.

He arrived in the morning, but he didn't contact her because his comrades were on the line of life and death, but from Xin Zechuan's mouth, he knew that Wei Pinfang had passed away some time ago.

At that moment he was really lost, he had always strategized everything in his palms. He is full of confidence and feels that he can control everything very well. But at that time, he began to question himself for the first time, and felt that he was so useless the first time.

On the battlefield, Tang Zheng was injured by the bombing shells just to save him. He could not protect his comrades in arms. At home, the person he loves most needs to be comforted and he can't do anything when he needs company, and even now he has to worry about herself.

He always thought that he took care of both ends well, but now he found out that he didn't take care of everything.

"Ningning, I'm sorry."

Cen Ning looked up at him, her face still pale: "Are you injured."

"no."

Cen Ning breathed a sigh of relief: "Zi Yi said you are injured."

His words and deeds darkened: "It's Tang Zheng...but now the doctor says that the dangerous period has passed."

"That's good." Cen Ning came out of his arms, "Then you go to work, you just came back, there should be a lot of things for you to do in the army."

Looking at her with words and deeds, her eyes seemed to be broken: "Ningning, I heard that Aunt Wei has passed away."

Cen Ning was startled, and nodded for a moment: "Well, but it's already arranged, don't worry."

"I'm sorry."

Cen Ning slowly smiled: "Brother Xing, why do you keep telling me sorry, this is not like you. And you didn't sorry me, you didn't sorry anyone."

"I can't be by your side."

"How can I blame you for this, you have to be the country, everyone, not me."

All the words seemed to be blocked by her words, yes, he is a soldier, he is guarding the country. But he was a person first, and it was her that he wanted to guard.

Keeping the country is the responsibility, and keeping her is the direction of the heart.

"I'm really okay." Cen Ning lowered her eyes, "I was just worried about something wrong with you...just fine if you are okay."

Words and deeds: "I scared you."

"Yeah... I don't want to see things I don't want to see anymore." Cen Ning took his hand and exhaled, "I want to see Tang Zheng. Zi Yi must be very worried about him. It is convenient now. ?"

"Ok."

Tang Zheng was still in a coma, and his injuries were not life-threatening, but what silenced everyone was that his left leg was severely injured, and even after he recovered, he could no longer do vigorous exercises.

This means that he can no longer participate in any special missions.

At eleven o'clock in the evening, Zhang Ziyi rushed to the hospital. She was probably already crying miserably on the road. At the moment, her eyes were red and swollen, and she was staying in Tang Zheng's ward.

As soon as Cen Ning and Yan Dezhi came out of the ward, he took her hand and walked slowly outside the hospital.

When walking out of the corridor, Words and Deeds suddenly hugged Cen Ning tightly in his arms. Cen Ning was taken aback for a moment, and stretched out his hands around the waist of Words and Deeds.

"He won't blame you." She whispered.

He didn't speak and did nothing, but his eyes were red at an angle where no one could see.

Does anyone blame him? But he is indeed ashamed to Tang Zheng and ashamed to her...

Not far away, several soldiers in military uniforms also came over, and they stopped when they saw the two embracing not far away.

"This guy Tang Zheng used to hear him put the words "Brother Huzhuyan" on his lips and thought he meant to say..."

"Hey, the captain is uncomfortable."

"But this is the first time I have seen Brother Yan look so...vulnerable?"

"It was in front of the one I love. If this little girl is not here today, I swear that Brother Yan will still be the same old brother Yan who is still on top of the mountain."