When Xinran saw her, she felt relieved. She pursed her lips and almost cried: "I'm here to find you. I changed two mobile phone cards and had no signal. I can't contact you. I won't let you in. I think I can't wait for you... Oh, what's wrong with your legs?"

Fu Luo casually said, "It's okay, the radiator is hot. Are you asking me for anything?"

It is difficult for her and Xinran to have any common language. The two of them all interact with Ye Wenlin. The contact channels are basically based on mobile phones and the Internet. Fu Luo doesn't talk much on the Internet, so the two of them only have one way to send text messages and rarely meet.

Only then did Fu Luo remember that Xinran didn’t know where her family lived, nor did she know that she had graduated now, so she was just a coincidence that she would return to school to live.

Xinran seemed depressed and wilted for a long time. Fu Luocha's expression and expression were basically at the kindergarten level. At that time, she thought she was worried about Ye Wenlin, so she said cleverly: "I want to ask Senior Brother Ye, right? It's okay, don't worry, he is not dead, he is alive."

Xinran: "…"

Her face turned pale, and then slowly became a layer of panic, and her voice trembled: "What does 'not die' mean?"

Bad food, civil signals and media are basically paralyzed. The "sharp knife" thing should have been spread by internal personnel, so Xinran must not know it!

Fu Luo, who said he was letting go of the mouth as soon as he relaxed, had to laugh dryly and tried to remedy it in vain: "That...hahaha, just kidding, don't I often say 'Dog bitch'?"

What a fake... I looked at her happily.

Fu Luo couldn't make it up anymore, so he had to talk to him: "What... have you eaten? Why don't I take you to find a place..."

"I get it." Xinran lowered her head, looked at her toes, and whispered, "The front line must be very dangerous now."

Fu Luo hurriedly took out his cell phone: "I have a signal that can be used here, so you can call him first - of course, if he doesn't answer, he is holding a combat meeting, and you don't have to worry too much..."

Her voice suddenly broke, and there were thirty-two missed calls on the screen of her phone that was accidentally cut open, and countless information.

All of them are... from Fu Xiaoxin and Wang Yizheng.

It seemed as if a thorny barb appeared in her heart out of thin air. Every time she beats, it hurts like a needle.

"No need." Fortunately, Xinran was uneasy and did not pay attention to her expression. Xinran gently pushed and rejected her, and whispered, "You may think I am a little... a little... awful."

Fu Luo didn't come back to his senses and asked blankly: "What's wrong?"

Xinran bit his lips tightly, and after a long time of silence, he raised his head: "Can you leave him a letter for me?"

Fu Luo was stunned for a moment, and his nerves, which were thicker than his waist, slowly woke up. He strangely sensed something was wrong in the atmosphere of the conversation, and suddenly had a little ominous premonition.

"What’s wrong with you?"

"We both - Wenlin and I, may be over." Xinran said softly, and then she carefully pulled Fu Luo's hand, spread her palm, and placed a crystal pendant in the palm of her hand. "If you have the chance to see him, please help me return this to him?"

The happy fingers were cold, but the pendant was covered with warmth.

Fu Luo: "Why?"

"Home..." Xinran said this, her voice suddenly slashed. She turned her head and cleared it hard before continuing, "Home does not agree."

This time, the silent man became Fu Luo. Her fingers slowly rubbed the pendant. It was polished smoothly and shiny. It was artificial crystal. It was not precious, but it was made with a very design sense and could be worth a few dollars. For Ye Wenlin's poor man who was like an iron rooster, this thing probably represents his greatest sincerity.

She held the lost love in one hand and the other with thirty-two missed calls.

The mood was so complicated that it was unspeakable that I seemed a little angry, but also seemed to be confused.

That tiny little, the young and immature thought of a girl, was like the thin ice in early winter, being crushed by the weight of almost unbearable helplessness. In the blink of an eye, it was broken as if it had never existed.

After so long, why hasn't anyone disagreed before?

Why is this time?

"I heard that he was on the front line, and everyone in the family was slumping to disagree with us." Xinran slowed down and tried to squeeze out a smile, but secretly wiped his tears, "My mother...my mother cried, she said..."

Xinran couldn't accept her words anymore, but Fu Luo knew what her mother said, because all the words were in her own cell phone text box.

"I can't do anything, I can't..." Xinran's voice cried, "Do you think I'm a bad person, do you think I'm very unscrupulous?"

Fu Luo stood stiff for a while, slowly stretched out his hand tentatively, and hesitated to fall on Xinran's shoulder, and said with a little almost gentle nasal voice: "No."

Xinran slowly squatted down along her hand, buried her face on her knees, and started crying silently.

Fu Luo stood there helplessly, touching his whole body, and finally touched a ball of paper. He took it out and saw that it was wrinkled as if it had been used. He was really embarrassed to take it out for someone, so he had to secretly stuff it back.

Ye Feng was bleak. She moved her center of gravity to her uninjured legs. She looked at Xinran and cried. Occasionally, people who came in and out would look at her strangely. The look made Fu Luomaomao always feel that she was regarded as a disobedient man.

Finally, she stretched out a finger and poked Xinran's shoulder carefully as if she had dismantled the bomb: "Well, that... let's talk differently."

By the time Fu Luo returned to the school dormitory, it was already in the middle of the night.

The new class has not yet entered the school, so Fu Luo greeted her and returned to where she used to live. It was not until this time that she felt that she had taken on a hot potato - how should she tell her senior brother about this?

She rubbed her eyebrows hard, lay on the bed on her back, feeling upset in the quiet night.

I couldn't help but think of Xinran's crying again.

"I really like him," said the beautiful girl with long hair, "why do you have to fight? Is it okay? Why do you have to fight?"

The beautiful and fragile girl reminded Fu Luo of the shaking egg hanging on the edge of the capsized bird's nest.

Indeed, a person like Xinran did nothing wrong, had the same ordinary wish as everyone else, and was ready to work hard for the future, but the times were so unfairly neglecting her, she had no choice but to have no room for turning around.

Fu Luo has never experienced so deeply what "human beings are like ants".

A home that has been passed down from generation to generation, a huge nest of engineering, will disappear in a blink of an eye.

That dead universe is a place where even sounds cannot be transmitted.

"Senior brother, I have something I want to tell you. I came to me today..." Fu Luo deleted and changed a text message, and he changed and deleted it. He had to think carefully about the Chinese language in the college entrance examination, but in the end he was only one sentence.

Fu Luo sighed deeply, put down his phone heavily, and thought to himself: Stop talking about anything, just take a photo of the pendant and pass it on to him.

When she raised her hand, she didn't notice that she touched the sensitive touch screen and accidentally sent out the half-written text message.

What's this called? Hesitant and ignorant.

Fu Luo quickly wanted to make up a few words and send them again, but received Ye Wenlin's reply first.

Ye Wenlin: "I have read it, I know."

No...Second Master, what do you know?

Immediately afterwards, Fu Luo received the second message from Ye Wenlin, which was a photo taken on a mobile phone. The picture was a Earth-Transfer banknote with a face value of five yuan. The clear and childish handwriting on it reads: "Your heart should be like a stone."

Ye Wenlin's message is attached to the photo.

"Encourage together," he said.

Fu Luo put down his phone in a daze, and from his calm to abnormal reaction, he felt a trace of indescribable sorrow.

She couldn't help but remember the message Ye Wenlin left to her last time before leaving - she wouldn't wait for me.

That person had already penetrated the entire ending at that time, right?

Fu Luo threw his phone aside, but in the end she didn't dare to open the text box. She found a move to avoid the injured leg and fell asleep with great worries.

The medical soldier's burn medicine is special and has already scabbed the next day. Although it is not thorough, it will basically not affect the movement of the human subspecies like Fu Luo, which has a thick skin and flesh.

Early in the morning, as Yang Ning said, a quarconian came to find her.

It was a woman who was wearing military uniforms and had meticulous makeup and so so sophisticated that she could be used in fashion magazines. It made people difficult to judge her age from her appearance. She had a pair of eyes that were three-point joyful when she didn't smile, and her eyes were so soft that she didn't look like a military officer.

If a person, especially a woman's eyes, is beautiful to a certain extent, it will make people feel the illusion of "a glance, thousands of words, thousands of words".

He is simply...a true goddess.

Fu Luo looked at her blankly for a while, and always felt that the style seemed to be a little wrong.

"I need to implant communication equipment for you," the quarantine officer took out a syringe and said in a patient and gentle tone as if a kindergarten aunt was coaxing the child, "Not nervous, okay?"

"It doesn't hurt." The quarantine officer used an alcohol cotton ball to disinfect her ears. Her hands were very light, making people feel a little cool and a little itchy. When they got closer, they could smell a soft and warm fragrance.

She said to Fu Luo like a chat, "College Yang rarely asks for people, especially when it's still like this, I didn't expect Hui to be such a young girl... Alas, okay, look, I said it doesn't hurt, right?"

Fu Luo rubbed his ears, and his ears became a little red. I don’t know if it was because of “such a young girl” or the tone of the doctor in the children’s hospital.

Why couldn’t the medical soldier who was like a pig slaughtering metropolis yesterday get along with the quarantine?

"My name is Dong Jialing, the 'Jialing' in Jialing River, and my hometown is there," the quarantine took out the bag she carried with her, took out the fingerprint reader, stuffed it in a blank chip, and handed it to Fu Luo, "Come on, let's register the fingerprint information."

She skillfully took off the chip that recorded Fu Luo's fingerprint information and stuffed it into her personal identity card: "Okay, all your personal information has been scanned. The second department headquarters has allocated your residence and personal supplies, and you don't have to bring anything."

Fu Luo slowly stroked the brand new identity card, and his eyes were complicated to stop on the words "Class D-class soldier of the General Staff Department of the Second Department of Space Operations Command": "Thank you."

"You're welcome, we'll have to work together in the future." Dong Jialing looked at his watch, "If you're ready, we'll set off to the General Secret Service Dispatch Office in twenty minutes."

Countless special service vehicles took off and landed from the general dispatch office, which was busier than the civil airport during the Spring Festival travel rush, but the scene was not at all chaotic.

After entering the emergency combat readiness state, the general dispatching office closed the civilian route and refused to see him off with his military family. The whole of them was in martial law. In the huge waiting hall, except for the service staff, there were only Yishui soldiers on duty. The difference between uniforms and epaulettes showed that these people came from different systems, but they were sitting upright.

No one eats, no one talks loudly, and no one even walks around casually. Even when they are about to board the special service, they are lined up in an orderly manner and step up in unison.

Apart from the occasional time and special service information release, the only sound of news playing on the screen in the middle of the hall is left.

Only then did Fu Luo realize that civil communications and media signals had been lifted in the early morning of that day.

The incident that happened in the capital the night before was reported as a serious accident, and the superiors also felt that "it is better to be loose than to be blocked". After a brief buffer, the Information Security Department of the Propaganda Department and the Security Department were obviously ready to fight a tough battle.

At this moment, the subtitles below the news were a little dazzling-
Chapter completed!