C27 Notepad

Stretching out his hand, he touched the pile of books on the desk.

Ren Changkong is rough like a bandit who has never read a book before. He is wild and unreasonable and likes to use force, but he is a true master's degree. He didn't buy one, he read it." The books on display were also very abstruse. The principles of firearms, chemical weapons, war and peace, and so on. There was also a notebook with a lot of labels on it.

Small diary books could be seen everywhere, with colorful labels on them.

It was written in a marker that pursued Lu Xizhou's memo.

If it wasn't related to him, then Lu Xizhou wouldn't look anymore, but it was related to him.

Lu Xizhou opened it.

Ren Changkong wrote it in a very detailed and orderly manner.

Living and living.

Five major categories, in several smaller ones.

A red label means that you like it very much.

A yellow label, representing a slight liking.

The green label represented the general feeling.

Black labels, for disgust.

Clothes, flight uniform, suit, tie. But he preferred loafers, jeans, and a loose top! Note: Fad clothes.

Eat, love sweet food, like drink, milk tea, love to drink Starbucks. I like seafood. Note, peanut allergy, do not like to peel shrimp shell, hate to eat pasta.

Live, like comfortable soft big bed, like new Chinese style, like have big window place. Note: The cat tree must have one.

Fine, like SUV, car skills are not good, note, want to go fishing to go camping driving.

Like, take pictures, photograph, like to eat delicious food. Like to do fitness, love to run.

All of these things were based on the Wechat Moments he sent out and were analyzed and researched. He would post some delicious food on the Wechat Moments, and whenever he saw someone he liked or found annoying, he would post on the Wechat Moments. Isn't that what happens to young people. He didn't expect Ren Changkong to analyze him so thoroughly.

How many times had he gone through so many Moments to get a good understanding of himself?

He had really put a lot of effort into this.

Lu Xizhou knocked on the table heavily.

What should I do, what should I do?

How worrying!

He was so worried that he didn't even know what to do. He noticed that there were some things written down in the back of the diary. Flipping it over, he remembered that they were all here for today.

Confession, with the Gesang Flower, Gesang Flower language is to take pity on the person in front of them, very suitable.

Take him to dinner, peel his crabs for him to eat.

Take him to see the two little Tibetan mastiffs I delivered.

Take him up the hill, look at the stars, bring his coat and hot tea and cushions.

Plug in his bed, warm his bed, blow his hair, accompany him to the movies, feed him dried fruit, tell him stories, tell him about my medals! Attracting him with stories, letting him know that I'm very good, that I'm a hero.

I'll cook for him tomorrow. He likes soy sauce and fried rice.

Take him to the building, like it's done that day.

Bring it back and tell him the story.

Go back with him to H City and bring him to meet my parents!

He had planned everything one by one, and everything was going according to plan. If there wasn't an emergency task, they would be rolling a dog out and looking at the stars on the mountain, and he would probably argue with them.

How long had he been preparing for this meeting, and how much? It took a lot of effort. But he refused again and again. No wonder he refused!

Did, really, fail him?

But, but I really don't like men!

Heavens, who can give me an idea! What should I do!

He sighed as he thought about it. Even if he worried himself to death, he wouldn't be able to think of anything.

Lu Xizhou was fast asleep on the table. He knocked the table hard, but he still couldn't figure it out.

"Mr Lu, are you asleep?"

Lu Xizhou quickly looked at the time. It was already 10 o'clock at night. Why is Zhang Zi here again?

He quickly opened the door.

"It's good that you didn't sleep. Eat the midnight snack. Captain Ren cooked this little round red bean soup himself and put it in the fridge." If you want to cook something for you, it's a mission for Wu Tie. The master helped you cook it. After eating, we'll rest early! "

Zhang Zi placed a bowl of Sweet Rice Ball on the table.

"Don't worry about the bowls. Just bring them to the cafeteria tomorrow." After eating, he would rest. There was a knock on my door. Today's password is the Winged Eagle. If you want to go on patrol alone, the other person will ask for your password. We need to approve the Internet here. There is a mobile phone signal, but the traffic can't be used. I can't go online. If you're bored, then just go watch a movie. Captain Ren said he downloaded a lot of movies. "

"Sorry for the trouble."

"It's no trouble, of course. Chief Captain said that if he's not here, I'll take good care of you. Knock on my door if there's anything! "

Zhang Zi left with a smile.

Lu Xizhou looked at the bowl of plump and chubby red bean soup. Sigh, this was his favorite dessert. Ren Changkong had made them one by one!

"Ah, what should I do!?"

Lu Xizhou was serious, he really didn't know what to do.

No wonder when Ren Changkong mentioned my territory, he didn't need to care about anything. He didn't need to bring any luggage. Lu Xizhou just lay in the blanket after washing his face and rinsing his mouth.

It was quiet.

The quietness here could not be compared to that in the city. If one were to listen quietly, they would be able to hear the sound of the wind blowing through the flowers. No traffic, no light damage, maintain the most healthy working hours, TV can only receive a few sets, computers need internal passwords to be able to access the Internet, mobile phones are not even able to access the Internet, what? Nothing but sleep.

Every hour, he would hear orderly footsteps coming from not too far away. It was the patrolling officers. Lu Xizhou would not foolishly wander around, making it difficult for Ren Changkong. After closing the door, he would wash up and go to sleep.

Staring at the ceiling, he turned off the lights. Seeing that the soldiers' dorms had all been turned off, he also turned off the lights. He didn't know if he could turn on the lights, so he turned off the lights as well. The only thing he could do was to lie down and write until he fell asleep.

However, sleep did not come just because he said so. After nightfall, the temperature suddenly dropped, turning over and over until he was unable to fall asleep. Wrapped in blankets and holding up his phone, he began to read Zang Yangjia's poetry collection.

It was hard to imagine that Ren Changkong, who was wicked, irritable and barbaric, would read such a romantic love poem. It was even specially marked out.

What do you mean, walking the streets of Lhasa? I'm the most beautiful lover. Sent on the first day.

What kissing eyes, I'll give you a lifetime of deep love. The next day.

All marked out.

Lu Xizhou thought for a while. This bro wouldn't send him a love poem every day, right? This was too corny, too old-fashioned.

In this era, who would use such a backward and hypocritical method to pursue a relationship!

Oh, yes, they're inconvenient to access the Internet. There was no one in the mountains, so he didn't have much contact with the rapidly changing modern society. In the era where marriage proposals were made using WeChat, he was still stuck in that era when carts and horses were slow enough to love only one person.

Lu Xizhou couldn't help but laugh. He was pretty cute.

Flipping over, he looked at the folded military blanket on the side. If, he didn't have an emergency mission today, then, would the two of them be lying face to face now?

Lu Xizhou imagined that scene and covered his head with a blanket.

Sleep, don't even think about it.

When Ren Changkong returned, it was already 3 in the morning. He smelled of smoke and parked his car at the edge of the airport. It was the commander's guard who was driving. He knew the commander was waiting for a detailed report so he waved his hand.

"Go back and wash up and go to bed. "Move softly, don't scream or scream, go to sleep, don't wake people up."

After the intense battle ended, the soldiers were all tired and got on the vehicles to return to their own territory.

Ren Changkong called the head chef of the Special Brigade cafeteria, making the head chef work hard. He quickly got up, put on his clothes, and prepared for supper. The soldiers all left after dinner.

After making this call, he called Zhang Zi.

"Is your sister-in-law asleep?"

"I slept, I was in your dorm. I ate quite a lot of dinner, and I also ate the Red Bean Soup Rice Ball for the night." The lights went out and he went to sleep. There's nothing in the house. "

"Alright, you sleep too."

He was relieved when he found out that Lu Xizhou was still here. Even if the troop wasn't here on a mission, there would still be people who could take good care of him.

When they arrived at the administration building, they opened the office and found that it was not just the commanders who were not asleep. Many of the leaders were not.

The commander handed Ren Changkong a glass of water.

"How was it? Did it go well?"

Ren Changkong gulped down a glass of water, wiped his mouth, and took the cigarette to smoke it.

"Catch up to this group of separatists three hundred miles away. They tried to cross the snow mountain directly over the border and after a chase, the snipers and the observers on the plane reported that there were 15 of them. We killed 13, and one of them committed suicide. It's snowing on the mountain, the wind and snow are blowing, and the temperature has suddenly changed. We had no choice but to withdraw. "

The mountains were steep, the altitude high, the climate was a kilometer different, rain, snow, and wind could be seen. It was not safe in the middle of the night, so they had to retreat.

"Did you see him clearly?"

"I can't see clearly, the distance is too far. We are fighting in guerrilla warfare, they can't get close while running. Although there are night vision goggles and helicopters in the sky, we can't see the appearance of the separatists."

Ren Changkong took out a few blurry photos from his pocket.

"This is a picture taken by an observer in a helicopter. "I've seen it. There's not much hope."

There were three or four people in the picture, all frantically fleeing. Ren Changkong pointed at a man wearing a red robe.

"This is the fifteenth person we haven't found."

There were several photos, all taken while chasing after the red robed man.

Observing hands on the helicopter were all taken from above. The soldiers on the ground were all trying their best to chase after the enemy, but they didn't take the time to take a picture. They didn't take a direct picture, only a view of their back. One couldn't see his face at all. There was only the back of his head.

The commander handed the photo to the head of the technical department.

"Let's try to restore it. Even if it has some special features, we can still find it easily."

The technical department's head nodded in agreement.