Chapter 4428 Letters (Happy Holidays)

Thinking of J5, both of them were in a heavy mood. Xia Jinyuan, who was holding an umbrella, did not know when to hold Ye Jian's hand. The two held hands tightly, and even their fingertips conveyed the same sadness.

Silent all the way, only hand in hand.

The rain washed away, and the whole world turned into a transparent rain curtain. After stepping on the fallen leaves, Ye Jian returned to the bedroom full of wetness.

"See you tomorrow, Team Xia." Ye Jian stepped into the corridor on the first floor and waved to the man who held an umbrella in the rain and didn't go any further: "Rest early."

"Well, you also rest early, see you tomorrow." Xia Jinyuan smiled and waved, "Go back to the bedroom, good dream."

"Nice dream."

The rain slapped on the umbrella surface, making a "smack, slap" sound, and the man's trousers under the umbrella were all wet, even the other shoulder was wet, and he seemed not to notice, the front of the umbrella was slightly raised, so that he could see Wider to send her away.

In the summer, the short-sleeved military lining fabric was relatively thin, and it was soaked by the rain and it was all against the skin, outlining the texture of his shoulders and arms. He stood there until Ye Jian walked towards the stairs.

The night was dark and the rain was heavy. In the stormy night, the man holding the umbrella was tall and straight, like a sword unsheathed, and he stood straight and sharp. After a long time, the young lieutenant colonel stepped forward, and the tall figure gradually drifted away.

Ye Jian, who had climbed to the fourth floor, also glanced downstairs, only to see a figure walking away from the rain curtain, whose steps were always firm.

J5's sacrifice was the most painful and most painful than Team Xia, who was the captain. He once told her that as the captain, since he took his comrades out, he had the responsibility to bring them back alive.

J5, who went out to fight together, died...

Even after two years have passed, J5 is still a scar in Team Xia's heart, which has never healed. When you mention it a little, the unhealed scar is immediately torn apart and bloody.

"Summer team..."

The wind and rain swept away Ye Jian and whispered softly, her heart was very dull and stuffy, even if she took countless deep breaths, she could not relax. In the end, Ye Jian simply supported the corridor railing with both hands, and stood alone for at least ten minutes before returning to the dormitory.

Xia Jinyuan returned to the foreign guest building except that the waistline was not wet, and the rest of the clothes were wet. Five minutes later, with short hair and water droplets, he walked out of the single bathroom with short clothes and short sleeves.

Holding a dark green military towel in his hand, he rubbed his hair quickly and sat down on the side of the single bed. , sitting like a sculpture for a long time without moving.

He didn't even move his eyes, he kept staring at somewhere on the ground.

He just sat quietly like that, and he didn't know how long it took to get up to dry the towel in his hand. He didn't fall asleep immediately when he came back. He sat in front of the desk, opened the drawer, and took out countless letters from it.

The sender is different, but the recipient is the same person.

"Good brother J5."

All written to J5 alone.

Xia Jinyuan didn't read the contents of the envelopes, he just counted them one by one. After counting, he took out his letters, folded the unsealed envelope bag, and took out his folded square letter paper and unfolded it.

"Brother, it has been a year and eight months since you left. I have carried out many missions with my brothers. All the brothers are doing well. Except for the occasional old wounds that have not healed and new ones have been added, none of them have died, they are all alive. return."

"You said that we all have to live, but in the end, you are the only one missing, you, you, J5, brothers, whenever you think of you sleeping alone, a man who doesn't cry when bullets hit your body, as long as you think of you, Everyone has a few throats."