Vol 2 Chapter 170: :Symphony of Destiny

Seeing that it was still early and the urban dwellings were too lazy to go back, Munan simply went to the military doctor's office in the camp swiftly.
He kicked his shoes and opened the quilt. With a pillow on his head, the boundless sleepiness came over like a flood, his eyelids closed, and he rushed to meet Zhou Gong.
The military doctor's office is quiet, clean and tidy, with a row of green spurs beside the window, and you can vaguely overlook the rolling mountains in the distance.
After an unknown period of time, the door opened, and a dark behemoth entered first, and then a young man dressed in army green walked in.
"Wow~"
Caucasus keenly smelled the familiar breath, and immediately flicked his tail and arched into the house. Two dog paws lay on the edge of the bed, and excitedly bit the bedding with the dog's mouth.
Munan was so sleepy that he rolled over in a daze, with his feet sticking out of the bed, kicking off the excited giant dog: "You go play first, I'm sleepy."
"Wow~"
"Xiao Nan, Chief Xia wants you to go there, and you can go there quickly when you have something to eat." A gentle and smiling voice penetrated into Munan's ears through the bedding.
Munan reluctantly tore open the quilt. Caucasus, a giant dog with great eyesight, had already taken her shoes up close.
Munan complained while wearing shoes: "I haven't slept in for 800 years, and occasionally sleeps all the troubles. Lao Xia toss like this again, I will retreat to the second line tomorrow!"
She finally managed to get to where she is now, thinking that the hard days could be easier, but the achievement that she was struggling with could not even be exchanged for a lazy sleep.
The phone in his pocket ticked again, Gu Buduo said, Munan bit a bun, rubbed his hair casually, and hurriedly left the medical office.
Jiang Cheng smiled, eyes full of stars.
Seven years have passed, and what they have left him is mature beauty and elegance, which is incompatible with this passionate army, but has a strange fit.
Where Munan is, he is there.
This is his belief.

The atmosphere in the office is somewhat depressing.
The winning bid on the wall turned ticking, tapping on the heart of the waiting person.
This is a tough man in his forties, with a dim and hideous scar on his forehead, a black short head, a pair of anxious and angry eagle eyes, a standard bronze skin, and strong eight-pack abdominal muscles gushing out in a thin uniform, all over his body. It belongs solely to the blood of soldiers.
A pair of eagle-like eyes swept over and penetrated the heart, and you would feel that your skin was cut by these eyes.
He Dongfang waited for his feet to numb. He looked at the head of Xia who was sitting on him, and then at the door.
The chief summoned him, how dare Munan be late?
Sharan changed three cups of tea, went to the latrine, and finally saw Munan biting the bun and slowly pushing the door in.
"Chief, what's the matter with me?" Munan adjusted the short hair on his head, and Yu Guang glanced at He Dongfang beside his eyes. After a while, the messy fried hair returned to its original shape and instantly became that beautiful and unusually special. team leader.
Xia Lang squinted his eyes, and the scar on his forehead moved: "Munan, be late next time—"
"Chief, I'm still on vacation, not talking about official business."
Sharan didn't take this set at all, and crackled with the power of the chief to reprimand the two best majors among the young soldiers.
"Next time your subordinates are going to fight, find a place where no one is going to fight me to death. Don't be in the classroom in broad daylight. If you are chewed by someone with bad intentions, I have to help you!" Xia Xia Lang took a sip of tea and swept across the two people in front of him full of scorn, "When you two want to compete, tell me in advance, I can go and see if I have nothing to do."
"Wocao, if I beat him to hemorrhage, you are also responsible?"
"Just your fist and embroidered legs, it's okay to treat those foreigners, Captain He is Northern Spike, isn't it a general generation?"
Munan got on with Xia Langyan, and He Dongfang was dumbfounded.
He Dongfang: ...
He belongs to the northern army, and he has also heard that the head of Sharan in the south is maverick and full of scorn. What I see now, it really deserves its reputation...
After nagging for a while, Xia Lang persuaded He Dongfang to leave.
Seeing that there was no one around, Munan slapped his hands on the desk, squinted his eyes and looked at the cunning middle-aged soldier: "Lao Xia, what's the matter with me, just tell me."
Sharan smiled amiably and took out a contract from the folder on the desk.
"This is a weapon research and development project that is cooperating with a foreign group. It is worth more than one billion. I can't get started when I have something to do. You go to the capital for me and sign the contract with the boss of the other party."
Munan glanced at the contract and shook his head decisively.
"No, the important thing during the vacation is to restore your body and prepare for the exercise next week."
Sharan: "Take a trip for me and add three days of vacation after the drill."
Mu Nan smiled slightly: "Deal."
Seeing her back disappeared from her sight, Sharan sighed for a while. How did she recruit this fox into the army?
Speaking of the relationship between Munan and Sharan, since Shenghua left, there is almost no chance of seeing each other.
As a result, in one fall, Sharan had just become the head of the lieutenant general. In order to show that he was close to public opinion and strengthened the hearts of the people, he planned to inspect the recruiting site of the latest year.
Coincidentally, in the vast crowd, he saw Munan hesitating to choose among the conscription crowd.
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She is so good-looking, slender and jade-like, with picturesque brows and eyes. She is incompatible with the sweaty crowd around her. It is difficult for anyone to find out.
She wandered around, looking at the male recruiting place on the left and the female recruiting place on the right, her two delicate eyebrows twisted into lumps.
Sharan understood Munan's potential and immediately sent someone to the general affairs office.
After checking the family tree and past information, Sharan was surprised to find that Munan's father was actually a buddy in the army.
The son of the deceased must be "carefully taken care of."
The next day, Munan was roundly thrown into the special training camp.
After six months of observation, Munan was successfully included in the top training team; a year later, Munan was far ahead in the investigation contest, and was sent to a more difficult border training by the kind-hearted Sharan.
After the successful investigation of the June 17 arrest case, the whereabouts of Munan, a special force, became a problem.
After unanimous discussions at the top, Munan took over the top blue eagle of the special forces.
This group of stubborn and unruly blue eagle players with their own specialties first collectively boycotted Munan, who looked like a white face, and didn't know what method Munan used. Soon this group of people became the boss one by one, convinced.
When people's hearts were stabilized, Munan turned over the almanac, picked a sunny day suitable for burial and grave digging, and called the Blue Eagle team together.
"Sorry, I forgot to tell you one thing, I am a woman."
Blue Eagles:...
Munan hid in the army as a man for four years. After standing on a high place, he finally had the opportunity to declare his identity upright.
She has passed the age of Princess Taiping. Rather than hiding and tugging, she should conform to the natural theory of the body.
Thinking of the past, Sharan was full of emotion for a time. The current Munan is a pot of delicious braised pork, those old guys are staring at it every day, thinking about finding an opportunity to grab it.
Thinking of the Chief of the Military Medical Department, Sharan touched her chin, her eyes thoughtful.

Night falls, the capital is bustling with lights, and the airport is as bright as day.
Everyone was eagerly waiting amidst the anxiety and expectation. Soon, there was a roar of plane landing in the night sky.
The silver-white wings gleamed in the night light, the red carpet was long, and the reception staff were nervous.
The cabin opened, all the light gathered, he came like a god, and three black bodyguards stood coldly behind him.
He didn't intend to be an outstanding character, his black chestnut hair was neatly managed, his sword eyebrows were black and his nose was straight as if measured by a ruler. It depends on the starburst in his right ear, as dazzling as its owner.
He faintly swept across the black and overwhelming crowd, and the corners of his lips were pressed into a thin straight line, with a bit of spring in his heroic spirit.
There is an aura of high place between the steps, just standing there makes people afraid to look directly.
It was the reception manager who had seen the market, and after steadying his mind, he stepped forward respectfully: "Welcome to Mr. Gu, the hotel is ready, please come with me."
He nodded slightly.
Under the leadership of the reception staff, this mysterious nobleman left.
The mighty welcoming ceremony finally came to an end, and Steward Qian sent the meeting reports for the next few days into the room. Before leaving, Gu Yuze stopped him.
"Make arrangements, I am going to City A in five days."
Steward Qian's eyes crossed the different colors, and his head slightly lowered: "Mr. Gu, the people are no longer there, so why don't you forget it."
"Old money, you don't understand."
He smiled silently, his low-pitched, micro-magnetic voice falling into the boundless night, unable to conceal the sadness hidden in his heart.
Steward Qian was silent, and before leaving, closed the door of the presidential suite.
Gu Yuze flipped through the itinerary for the next few days, cooperating with the new media of Chinese state-owned enterprises, commercial negotiations with large private groups, and the military's weapon research and development plan... These eight years have been spent peacefully in cumbersome. Vaporized in the helplessness of the fundus gradually freezing.
Time allows the young boy to grow up, and the haughty boy to mature. In the dead of night, he always thinks of her pure face.
He doesn’t know how long such days are, and spends every day blankly. Sometimes he dreams back at midnight. He always thinks that when the sun rises tomorrow, he can see her smiling face, hear her voice, and touch her when the sun rises tomorrow. temperature.
Then it was just a dream.
And the only thing that supported him to walk down was her joking sentence [As long as you live, I will live]
She once said with a smile: [Even if someone tells you a thousand times and ten thousand times, if Munan is dead, I won't die. As long as you live, I live. 】
Countless people advised him to let go, but how should he let go?
She is walking, she is dreaming, she is awake, she is even breathing...
It was late at night, and Gu Yuze looked at the bustling night view of the capital outside the French windows.
Gu Yuze asked herself: In her country, where she once lived, will she still appear in front of him when the sun rises tomorrow?
Over the bustling night scene outside the window, there is a gleam of light from the southern plane in the night sky.
Gu Yuze smiled coolly, turned off the lights, and walked into the dark bedroom.
[Sharan, see chapters 43 and 44. Hehehehe (^▽^)】