Dou...Dou...Dou...

The second before Huo Yanting was about to hang up, the phone was answered.

A lazy voice came from the other end of the phone: "You have a grudge against me, right? You called me as soon as I fell asleep."

Huo Yanting was stunned and took his phone away and looked at the time: 18:05. Then he realized that Quan Zhe had just given a task, so he replied lightly: "You can rest."

Quan Zhe, who was sleeping in the bed, suddenly sat up and asked, "What's wrong?"

Huo Yanting pursed his thin lips tightly, but his words were hard to speak. "Nothing."

"Tsk! Who believes?" Quan Zhe touched the cigarette on the bedside table, lit it skillfully, took a sip and spit out the white smoke ring, "I have no socialist brotherhood with you, so you are too lazy to call me."

He took another breath, "Tell me, what the hell is it."

Quan Zhe's unintentional teasing made Huo Yanting feel that he was being stepped on by someone and he didn't know how to resist it.

The phone was silent, and Quan Zhe quickly got off the bed and realized something was wrong.

Huo Yanting was calmly adjusting his mood and preventing Quan Zhe from discovering clues.

Both sides were silent for a long time, but in the end, Quan Zhe spoke carefully: "Old Huo, Erleizi has been away for four years, and you should have come out. No one wants to encounter the situation at that time. If you do this again, Erleizi will not be able to be reincarnated in the dark and fountains to be a hero."

Huo Yanting's black lacquer pupil suddenly shrank: He actually forgot that today was Lei Ao's death sacrifice!

Missing came to my heart, and more of it was self-blame and upset. He actually forgot such an important day. Not only did he forget everything, he was still entangled in the relationship between men and men.

Huo Yanting still said nothing, and Quan Zhe's concerns became even deeper.

"Old Huo, we have to look forward." Quan Zhe snatched out the cigarette butt, "Er Leizi is not only our brother, but also a soldier! We are all like him, willing to shed blood for sacrifice, so we don't regret it, and I believe Er Leizi doesn't regret it."

Quan Zhe guided Huo Yanting, and in the past four years, he had never talked so heart-to-heart with Huo Yanting.

I just hope that time can dilute all this as if by a flash of time.

But now this phone call made him pay attention to it, and it was difficult to get rid of his inner demons. If this brother couldn't get out, he would probably have to go to a psychiatrist.

After a while, Huo Yanting spoke: "Quan San, I forgot that today is Erleizi's death sacrifice."

"What!" Quan Zhe's eyes were shiny, and his fatigue for many days seemed to be swept away at this moment, "Have you gone to find a psychologist?"

Hearing this, Huo Yanting's eyes turned cold and he said coldly: "I don't need a psychologist. Erleizi is a soldier, and I am also a soldier!"

Quan Zhe lit a cigarette again, vomited the smoke rings lightly, and said in an old-fashioned manner: "Yes, we are all soldiers. It is difficult to find soldiers like ours now."

"Who said it was difficult?" Huo Yanting immediately retorted and blurted out.

"Oh! Yes! So you have found a good soldier?" Quan Zhe saw that Huo Yanting's mood changed a little. Although he didn't know why, it was better than before as lifeless as before.

"Good soldier?" Huo Yanting murmured in a low voice, "Good soldier, yes, good soldier."

Quan Zhe was slightly stunned, then asked happily: "What good soldiers? Where are there good soldiers? I tell you, you have to leave the good soldiers to me, the Falcon Special Forces. You are all good soldiers, and you are not short of good soldiers..."

Before he finished speaking, Huo Yanting hung up the phone.

Listening to the dumb tone sound coming from the phone, Quan Zhe threw his phone to the bed, and felt a deep sense of anxiety: Huo Yanting has good soldiers again, can he still happily participate in next year's special war confrontation...
Chapter completed!