Chapter 17: Couple Call

Zhang Guilan brought back a person when she entered the city. He was young and beautiful. People who usually didn't say hello couldn't help but be curious to come forward to say hello.

"Sister-in-law, is this your sister?"

"It's really beautiful."

"How old are you? It seems that you are not married yet, right?

"Is there anyone at home?"

Where there are women, there are many things to do.

Zhang Guilan answered several people's words one by one, and her attitude was a little more amiable than usual. "Yes, girl, I'm 20 years old this year, and I don't have anyone else. If you have something good, don't forget my girl."

Milan's shy face, blushed and called his sister-in-law one by one. When he entered the room, a thin layer of sweat gushed out of his forehead.

Zhang Guilan is only eighteen years old this year, ten years younger than Luo Jijun. Speaking of which, Luo Jijun is also an old cow eating tender grass, but Zhang Guilan is too fat, so Milan, who looks three years older than her, is a few years younger than her.

After taking off the clothes outside, Zhang Guilan smiled relievedly and said, "The people in the courtyard are enthusiastic. You will gradually get used to it. Look at these two bedrooms and one living room. It's also convenient for you to live in. You don't have to move if you find a job in the future. Just live here so that you can

Of course, what Zhang Guilan said is polite, but the most reassuring thing is to find someone for Milan. In this way, she won't care where she likes to go.

Milan took it seriously and refused in a panic, "Guilan, this can't be done. How can I live in your house? When I find a job, I will move to the staff dormitory. It's also convenient. It's settled. I know it's for my own good, but it's too hard to go back and forth like this

"We'll talk about this later. You stay first." Zhang Guilan also likes to talk about these things in the future. "Stay at home. I'll buy some green onions. Let's make dumplings later."

"Guilan, it's enough to eat at home. I'm not a guest." Milan was a little tired and not as nervous as before. He sat in the chair nervously.

"It's okay. If you're tired, go back to ** and lie down." Zhang Guilan moved cleverly and reminded, "The Westing Room is Jijun's study. There are some books in it. If you like it, just go and turn them over."

After graduating from junior high school in Milan, he can be regarded as a cultural person in the village on weekdays.

Zhang Guilan guessed that Milan would walk everywhere after she left, so she let her sneak into Luo Jijun's house. It's better to say it by herself, not to mention the other side, at least it made her unhappy.

Sure enough, Milan's face turned white again when he heard Zhang Guilan's words. "I'm tired, too. Go back to ** and lie down for a while."

I was originally thinking, but now I'm not in the mood to be disturbed by Zhang Guilan.

Zhang Guilan went downstairs proudly. She was so angry that her fate was like this, right?

In the last life, Milan played her as a fool. When she lived again, she knew who she was. She didn't let her do what she wanted, that is, the word 'jijun'. At this time, the more she called, the more obedient she became.

Zhang Guilan went directly to the commissary downstairs. There is a public phone here. It costs one yuan per minute. At this time, most people are not qualified to make a phone call. The call from the commissary is still given by the team, just to facilitate the people in the team to contact their families.

He said he was here to make a phone call. Zhang Guilan really didn't know where to call. Luo Jijun went out to train. He didn't leave a word for how long he went. It was more than half a month after leaving, and there was no news at all.

"Is there a phone number from Camp Chief Yang's office here?" Zhang Guilan knew that all these phone calls were stored.

The old lady who opened a commissary was the mother of a martyr. Her son hoped that he was alone again. The army arranged here and opened a commissary for her, usually telling her to sell things to earn some living expenses.

The old lady was thin, but very energetic. She seemed to be seventy years old, but she didn't look old at all. She quickly took out a black notebook, found Yang Zongguo's phone number from above and handed it over.

Pressing the phone above, Zhang Guilan dialed it and answered it after ringing twice. Hearing Yang Zongguo's voice, Zhang Guilan said directly, "Hasitioner Yang? I'm Zhang Guilan. I want to contact Jijun. I don't know if you can get in touch with him?

Yang Zongguo was very happy and called Zhang Guilan directly. Zhang Guilan wrote it down without a pen. After hanging up the phone, he dialed directly. The phone rang for a long time. When Zhang Guilan thought that no one would answer it, the phone at that end was answered.

"Who?"

With only two words, Zhang Guilan still heard that it was Luo Jijun. She was ready to say a lot of words. At this moment, when she heard his voice, she was aggrieved and couldn't say a word when she biting her lips.

She even wanted to impulsively ask him if he really regarded her as a wife?

But she couldn't ask, and she knew that because of her notoriety in the village, she didn't blame the other party.

"Hello, how are you? Who is it?" Luo Jijun frowned and was a little impatient.

Luo Jijun is only 28 years old, but the steady temperament emanating all over his body gives him a sense of safety and stability. The knife-cut facial features, wheat skin color, and green shirt are clean and tidy at any time, showing his rigorous side. Obviously, it is an ordinary military uniform, but he wears it on him. There is another perfect, mature and elegant, clean action, and the general's side is vividly reflected.

Look at him answering the phone, leaning against the table, looking careless, but his black eyes are sharp, like a cheetah trying to eat its prey in the dark.

"Zijun, it's me." Zhang Guilan found her voice, and then became more and more calm. "I met Milan in the city. She came to work alone in the city. I blamed her for bringing her home when she had an accident. After thinking about it, I thought I should tell you about it."

Zhang Guilan directly concealed the truth she knew. In fact, she wanted to ask Luo Jijun directly if she still had Milan in her heart. But in this way, she felt that she had embarked on the old path of life again. Without Milan doing anything, she easily destroyed the relationship between her husband and Luo Jijun. .

There was no sound on the phone for a long time. Zhang Guilan knew that Luo Jijun had not hung up, but such silence made her heart extremely uncomfortable and had a feeling of being excluded.

Luo Jijun leaned on the table and looked out of the window. He seemed to be meditating. He only wore a green military shirt on his upper body. The afterglow shot in from the window made his figure long, and his eyebrows slightly frugged. He could see that he was in a bad mood at this time. His thin and tight lips slowly

Zhang Guilan continued to wait, but she was still silent, with a wry smile on her face, but her voice was faint without a trace of waves. "Well, I'll hang up. You take care of yourself over there."

With a click, Zhang Guilan almost hung up the phone in panic.

At the other end of the phone, Luo Jijun's eyebrows had not been released. Finally, he picked up the phone uneasedly and soon dialed Yang Zongguo. Yang Zongguo was packing up and preparing to go home, but he was still stunned when he received the phone call from Luo Jijun.

"Zijun, is there something wrong at home? My sister-in-law and I just asked for your phone number, and your phone number came again? If there is anything, just say it directly. Yang Zongguo is very enthusiastic.

"Did you tell my wife about Milan?" This is Luo Jijun's first idea.

"Milan? Do you mean the one from your village? No, what's the matter? What's the matter?" Yang Zongguo suddenly thought that when he talked to his mother that day, his daughter-in-law must have heard it. What did his daughter-in-law do again?

"It's okay. It's just that my daughter-in-law took him home. You should take care of him more often." Luo Jijun has always said little. If he can say this, it shows that he is really anxious.

Yang Zongguo answered and hung up the phone. Who is this Milan? Does it make Luo Jijun so nervous?