Personal security

Chapter 34: Ruyan’s Past

It was also from that night that the young officer who shot and killed the enemy with perfect accuracy truly entered Long Lingyun's heart.

With a peacekeeping medal awarded by the United Nations hanging on his chest, Zhao Jianhui was personally welcomed by the head of the military region as soon as he got off the plane. The chief fully recognized the achievements of the peacekeepers in Congo and highly praised the hard work of all personnel.

After attending the welcome banquet held by the military region in the evening, Zhao Jianhui felt like returning home. He lay on the bed in the guest house of the military region, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

When he woke up early the next morning, Zhao Jianhui had already started packing his luggage to go home. But... what Zhao Jianhui is most afraid of now is hearing this. But the author has no choice but to add this "but" for the sake of the plot.

However, when Zhao Jianhui opened the door, he saw a middle-aged soldier with the rank of lieutenant colonel on his shoulder standing outside the door, raising his hand and preparing to knock on the door.

Seeing Zhao Jianhui, the man immediately asked: "Are you Zhao Jianhui?" Seeing him nodding in surprise, the man let out a sigh of relief: "Oh, I finally found you. I'm from the Xichuan Military Region. This is Your transfer order and other procedures have been completed, but I’m afraid I won’t be able to find you when you go back to your hometown for vacation.”

"My transfer order?" Zhao Jianhui took the envelope handed over by the man in confusion, wondering what is going on? When handling the transfer, someone came over to deliver the transfer order. This was something I had never seen before. Besides, my current organizational relationship should belong to the Southern Jiangsu Military Region. Why was I transferred to the Western Sichuan Military Region?

A military jeep was driving on the rugged military road. The driver was the lieutenant colonel officer who had been transferred to southern Jiangsu. His name was Zhou Wu. Sitting in the co-pilot was a young officer in his twenties. The rank of lieutenant colonel with two stripes and two stars on his shoulders looked so dazzling and eye-catching.

"I'm sorry, you must have found the wrong person. My name is Zhao Jianhui, but my military rank is major, but your transfer order says lieutenant colonel..."

"That's right, you don't have to think about it. This is a transfer order filled out by our commander himself. Based on your performance in the Congo, you will be promoted to one level before the transfer..."

Therefore, when Major Zhao Jianhui came to the Southern Sichuan Military Region, he became the deputy battalion commander of the lieutenant colonel's guard battalion. And this Zhou Wu, the commander of the military region's security battalion, was originally Zhao Jianhui's immediate boss, but he was so polite to Zhao Jianhui along the way, as if their positions had been reversed.

It can be seen that this Zhou Wu is not just superficially polite to him. Especially what he said half-jokingly and half-seriously made Zhao Jianhui confused.

"Brother, I came here all night without a wink for a few days. For the sake of running errands, brother, you will become famous in the future, but don't forget me."

"Looking at what you said, I am your soldier. It's up to you to help me more." Zhao Jianhui didn't know why, and thought it was Zhou Wu's low-key polite words.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Wu was the one rushing to carry his luggage along the way from plane to bus. When he arrived at the military guard camp, Zhou Wu summoned all the officers in the camp to meet him grandly and praised himself in front of everyone. Like a flower.

For three days in a row, not only did he not be assigned any tasks, but he was also asked to be taken around the streets of the Land of Abundance by two female soldiers. In name, they wanted to familiarize themselves with the terrain, but in fact they were taking him for a walk in disguise.

One of them, Wang Ailing, is twenty-two years old and was a lieutenant in the Military Region Art Troupe a week ago. The other one is named Zhang Xiaoqian, who has just turned 20 years old. She was a popular "singing star" in the art troupe. A week ago, a transfer order transferred them to the back office. Today, a cadre from the back office came to notify them to send them to The chief is an orderly, why should they be an orderly? Which leader do you serve? All this puzzled the two young female soldiers.

Looking at the two lieutenant colonels sitting in the front row of the car, the two girls were filled with doubts.

Since they belonged to the Internal Service Department, why did the two people keep "working" with the young leader on the co-pilot in the guard camp after being transferred to the military region? Why didn't the cadre of the internal service department send the two people to work personally? Why did the battalion commander of the security battalion personally escort them?

While they were doubting, the car had already arrived in front of a three-story villa with yellow walls and red roof. The villa was built on the half slope of the mountain. The surrounding garden was about 1,000 square meters. Although the garden villa was not big, it was hidden in the forest. The location is relatively remote, making it difficult for unfamiliar people to find it.

The four people got out of the car. Zhou Wu pointed at the villa and asked Zhao Jianhui: "Brother, what do you think of the environment here?"

Zhao Jianhui looked at it, nodded and replied: "Not bad..."

Zhou Wu turned back to the two young girls and said, "We are here. Your task is to live here permanently and be the orderlies of the chief and his wife."

The two female soldiers stood at attention and answered loudly and loudly: "Yes." Zhao Jianhui thought to himself that these two female soldiers are here to serve as orderlies for the chief. Am I here to be a guard for the chief? He turned back to Zhou Wu and asked: "Captain Zhou, can I know which commander lives here? What are my responsibilities and tasks?"

"Uh... Brother Zhao, this is a military secret. Hehe, if you want to know, you can just go in and take a look." Zhou Wu

Pushing the door open and walking in, the windows of the room were all hung with heavy curtains. The light inside was very dark, but you could still see that the large living room was empty.

"Captain Zhou..." Zhao Jianhui hadn't asked yet, but he saw a vague figure appearing beside the handrail of the second-floor stairs. Wang Ailing and Zhang Xiaoqian saluted as usual and said in unison: "Orderly soldiers Wang Ailing and Zhang Xiaoqian report to the commander."

At this time, a crisp female voice came: "Are you here? If you can't tell who I am, then come up." Zhou Wu gently pushed Zhao Jianhui's back from behind. Zhao Jianhui paused and thought to himself, why does this woman's voice sound so much like Long Lingyun?

In the big room upstairs, a tall girl stood in front of the window with her back to Zhao Jianhui. When she heard Zhao Jianhui's footsteps stop behind her, she slowly turned her head. Those exquisite big eyes, small nose, cherry mouth, and sweet smile, who else could it be but Long Lingyun?

Today, Long Lingyun was wearing a white silk dress, her long fingernails were painted bright red, her beautiful feet were bare, and she was wearing a pair of silk slippers embroidered with lotus flowers. Her ankles were slender but plump, her feet were long and slender, her arches were slightly high, her curves were graceful, and her toes were even and neat. Her toes were white as jade, like ten naughty white cherries, and her shiny toenails were like pearls embedded in her white toes. The delicate and translucent skin on the back of her feet faintly showed tiny blood vessels deep under the skin. She stood in front of Zhao Jianhui, showing off her noble temperament!

"Is it you? Why are you here?" Zhao Jianhui asked stupidly.

"This is my home, why can't I be here? Hehe, I haven't worn these clothes for two years. Do you think I look pretty in this outfit?" Long Lingyun said, and stretched out her hands in front of Zhao Jianhui as if to show off.

"This is your home, then who are you?"

"Long Xiaofeng, the commander of the Sichuan-West Military Region, is my father, and I am his only daughter. This is his home and also my home. Hehe, you didn't expect it, did you?" Long Lingyun walked in front of Zhao Jianhui with a smile, and did not retract his hands that he had just stretched out, but took Zhao Jianhui's arm: "I asked him to transfer you to Sichuan-West. I did this just to give you a surprise. How about it, are you satisfied with your current position, my lieutenant colonel deputy battalion commander?"

"You...you asked him to transfer me here? Why did you do this?" Zhao Jianhui's brain was almost not enough.

"Hehe, why are you so stupid? After we get married, of course we have to live together. How could I let you work so far away alone?" Long Lingyun said a little coquettishly.

"Let's get married?" This time, Zhao Jianhui was even more dumbfounded: "Who said we're getting married? I already have a girlfriend in my hometown, I..."

This time, it was Long Lingyun's turn to be dumbfounded: "What did you say, you already have a girlfriend? Then how can you say you like me? I clearly asked you in Congo."

"I said I like you? When did I say that?" Zhao Jianhui couldn't help but sweat on his head. This joke is not to be taken. The commander's daughter, dare to joke like this, do you want to live?

"That day, when I was taking a shower at night, a group of rebels rushed into the camp. You saved me, and you... When you rushed out with me on your back, I asked you, have you forgotten what you said?"

Oh my God, what is this? At that time, the guns were rumbling, how could I know what you asked? Zhao Jianhui looked at Long Lingyun stupidly, and for a moment he didn't know what he should say at all.

"I, I have already told my parents that this room is for our wedding..." Long Lingyun's next words made Zhao Jianhui sweat even more.

"I... I... I really have a girlfriend? How can I marry you?" Zhao Jianhui's brain was really not enough. He never thought that Long Lingyun was behind his coming to western Sichuan from the Southern Jiangsu Military Region.

"You have a girlfriend? What's her name and what does she do?" Long Lingyun asked in disbelief. Zhao Jianhui subconsciously touched his shirt pocket, which contained his wallet. There were not only a few banknotes in the wallet, but also a photo of Li Fen.

"Her name is Li Fen, she is my classmate in the small county town of my hometown... She, she didn't get into college, and now she works in the provincial capital of my hometown."

"Do you love her? With your current status, what common language do you have if you really get married? You..." As Long Lingyun questioned, the figure of the girl named Li Fen was flashing more and more clearly in Zhao Jianhui's mind.

In Zhao Jianhui's life before he was eighteen, Li Fen was just a fleeting speck of dust in the vast world. Zhao Jianhui remembered her, just as he remembered many beautiful things, in a general way but without any special meaning.