Chapter 487: I don’t want to let go

The map of the battalion has no more pictures, and ten pictures are over.
Miss Jun looks more carefully than the map. Of course, she does not expect to understand it now. Like the map, she will look through it many times until she remembers it clearly.
I will remember to learn again. This is the reason that Master told her when she threw a pile of medical books. This made her develop a strong memory and became her habit.
The carefulness she saw in the platoon was not to learn now, but the people on the platoon were very interesting.
The formation map is basically composed of dotted lines, but several soldiers will be drawn in it.
When I saw the first few, I didn't care, but then I went to see Miss Jun and found that the faces of these soldiers had not changed.
They are alive and well, and their expressions are rich in ten images of the soldiers. It is like a real person.
It should be the real person, and it must be the person familiar to Master.
These people are different in age, there are more than 30 years old, and there are also childish teenagers. Each figure has different expressions, or laughs or calms or courage, lifelike.
Are these people the master's past?
Under the bright lamp, Miss Jun once again looked at the faces of these people's faces and looked at the page. After ten images of the soldiers, the content that should have appeared finally appeared.
What a person called a medical doctor should write.
This is a medical case.
Miss Jun was relieved and a little funny. She took the tea and sipped her mouth and continued to look at the medical case. It was different from the pictures and words on the front. The writings of this medical case were scribbled, and many typos seemed to be very weird. Not to mention the description is also confusing, it seems to think where to write where.
Miss Jun saw the smile on her face. This is Master.
However, it is a pity that this medical case did not mention the specific place and time, and did not get the information of Master.
After a page and a page, several pages are medical cases, and can not be regarded as medical records. It should be said that Master’s self-talk, self-speaking and sloppy writing, the previous sentence still says how to treat this disease. The next sentence goes to another illness, just like talking to himself.
Speak to myself.
In fact, at that time, he played chess alone and played alone. Master didn’t know how to play, and he didn’t play anybody except to tease himself.
Miss Jun seems to see him sitting on the table with his legs crossed, throwing the pickled beans into his mouth, and swearing on the paper, his mouth still groaning, sometimes shaking his head, and sometimes making a laugh.
He is actually talking to himself and playing with himself.
Miss Jun paused for a moment, once again licked a page, then sat down straight into the body.
This is a page that is more scribbled like a random picture. These are the same words.
Ziying Xianzhu, not enough, not enough.
This sentence is full of this page.
At that time, Master not only said, but also wrote it down. At that time, I didn’t feel anything. Now, look at the scribbles on this page. She can feel Master’s irritability, anxiety, and despair.
Desperate.
Miss Jun’s hand is on this page.
At the time, she did not know what despair, until the moment she died, desperation is watching, but nothing can be done.
Seeing that the enemy is alive, she is powerless.
That Master is desperate for what he can do nothing?
Can someone like him be powerless?
Can Ziying Xianzhu solve his despair? Is a purple scented strain enough? In fact, she has seen two already.
It is a pity that one was robbed by Zhu Xi and was wasted on a flower that had no use except good looks.
She didn't want to bite her teeth when she thought of it.
This Zhu Xi.
The sound of rustling came out of the window, like the spring silkworm eating.
Miss Jun put down her handkerchief and walked to the window. The drizzle blew on the face with the wind, with a bit of refreshing.
I don't know how he is doing now? The injury is definitely okay, she has confidence, and Zhu Xi’s troubles can be solved with confidence.
Therefore, just like the wasted Ziyingxian strain, it is a waste of his own personal killing of the incident involving Huang Xiaoren.
I really don't understand whether he is impulsive, or timid.
As for another purple scented strain.
Miss Jun’s anxious eyebrows are softened like the rain on this summer night.
Also buried under the tree in Huai Wang House.
Huai Wangfu.
I don't know if Jiuyi is sleeping now, and there is no sadness. For her, she is somewhat relieved. After all, there is Mr. Gu, who can accompany him.
The thought flashed, and Miss Jun smiled bitterly. It turned out that she had already regarded Mr. Gu as a trustworthy person.
But what about my sister?
Does the sister know that she left the capital? Will she be sad or happy or not? Or I can't remember her anymore.
After all, they only saw it once, just a few days, and they were holding another face. For Princess Jiuli, he was just a doctor, treating doctors and saving people.
Miss Jun reached out and stroked her face, wiping off a thin layer of rain.
Compared with Jiuyi, Jiuli is a person who is not accompanied, lonely.
At this time, the night sky of the capital is clear, there is no rain and no wind, and the summer sultry has already begun.
The house in Lufu is brightly lit, although the night is deep, but people are still not quiet.
Several Shantou servants placed new ice cubes in the four corners of the room, replacing the ice that had not melted but was not good for Lu Yunqi.
The room is as cool as autumn.
The Shantou servants all quit, and the Princess Jiuli, who had unloaded her makeup and replaced her usual clothes, was not alone.
"The words written by Jiuyi really benefited a lot." She said with a smile under the lamp, looking at the reel in the soft light of her eyes, and raised her head and nodded to Lu Yunqi, who was sitting opposite. "The gentleman you invited is really good.

Lu Yunqi looks calm.
"Not my request," he said. "He is coming by himself."
"But if he only wants to come, he will not be able to come." Princess Jiuli said with a smile.
Huai Wangfu is whoever wants to enter.
"But he has to use this method to pass the message to you in this way, it is really stupid." Lu Yunqi said, looking at the scroll of the hand of Princess Jiuli, "I have not read the book, but it does not mean that I am not Literacy, can't see what is called Tibetan poetry."
Princess Jiuli smiled and put the scroll back on the table.
"He didn't want to stare at you," she said. "Or else it won't be written."
Lu Yunqi did not speak any more. Princess Jiuli did not speak any more. She took the needlework from the side and began embroidering under the lamp. Her eyebrows were calm and her mouth was smiling.
If she is not taught to be politely taught from an early age, if the song is sung again at this moment, the atmosphere in the room will be more warm.
"Why did you know that she was so happy to return to Yangcheng safely?" Lu Yunqi asked suddenly.
Princess Jiuli’s sewing thread kept on.
"Because it's always fun to see a person who can live happily," she said with a smile.
Is it a happy thing to live a good life?
Lu Yunqi has no waves.
And others are happy and unhappy, and they are never what he cares about.
"I mean Yangcheng or Beijing, what is the difference?" he said.
Princess Jiuli’s sewing thread stopped, looked up at him, and looked helpless.
"You still haven't let go?" she said.
"Why should I let go?" Lu Yunqi also said to her.
The bright lights in the room did not illuminate his face, but instead hid his face in the shadows.
Without the handsome and pale face, only the look and voice of Muran made him look serious and simple.
"I am doing my status today, I am getting everything for today, just for her."

Thank you for the ice in the south? The last shot? One inch of agarwood, and three less rewards.
thank you all.