"Then, that's definitely inappropriate," replied sternly.

Dong Yanggang thought he was quite good at work, and maybe he could be saved, so he heard Instructor Yan say for granted: "So the male lead is the outside and the female lead is the inside. A real man should not let women go out to work and suffer. It would be great to let the wife stay at home comfortably."

Dongyang:...

There is no way to talk.

The two have too big gap in their thoughts and can't even speak together.

Dongyang did not respond and speeded up his meal.

This person is quite smart, but his emotional intelligence is not very high. He hasn't noticed Dongyang's emotions yet.

"Teacher Xiao, you mean that something is wrong tomorrow. What's the matter? Is it convenient to say?" asked Dongyang sternly.

Dongyang looked up at him, but his anger was not gone, and he said directly: "Tomorrow, my boyfriend will celebrate the day, I will go see him."

severe:...

OK, the atmosphere has completely cooled down, and I really can't find any topics to talk about.

After dinner, Dongyang helped clean up the dishes and wanted to keep her some fruit, but she said goodbye on the grounds of being tired.

Dongyang left, leaning on the sofa in a stern and depressed manner, and his whole body was as wilted as a frost-beating eggplant.

Women are too fickle. They change their faces when they can get a beauty back.

When Seriousness is worried about pursuing his girlfriend, Dongyang is also worried about the relationship.

Just be strict with this person, he is a good person, and he will never say anything about being a friend, but it is quite uncomfortable to be a husband.

"A real man shouldn't let women go out to work and suffer." This was the idea hundreds of years ago. I didn't expect that in this era, there are still people who think so. This man's machismo has reached a certain level.

A woman who loves to work is suffering. She stays at home to take care of her family and do housework in the kitchen from morning to night and walks around this acre of three-point land. Just by this, if she doesn't let her think straight, she can't be with her.

But it is too difficult to change a person's mind. Dongyang feels that he may not be able to complete this difficult task.

I fell asleep and got up early the next morning and cleaned up.

At seven o'clock, Zhao Qi called and asked her to go downstairs. He was already waiting below.

Dongyang went out and happened to encounter the severity of returning from a morning run.

"Well, Teacher Xiao Xiao, do you want me to accompany you? Anyway, I'm fine if I stay at home," he suggested sternly.

Dongyang shook his head: "Don't interfere. If you have a friend who goes with me, you won't bother Instructor Yan."

Sternly wanted to say it was not troublesome, but before he could speak, the person was gone.

Zhao Qi drove over, and all the offerings on the car were ready, Dong Yang blushed when he came out empty-handed.

She didn't expect to prepare these things, and she was really negligent.

The cemetery is on the west mountain in the outskirts of Anding County.

During the war, many people died in Anding County. Many people could not find out their identities, and their bodies could not be sent back to their original homes, so they were buried in the West Mountain.

Over the years, Xishan Cemetery has been repaired many times, becoming more and more solemn and solemn, and more and more people are buried inside.

Of course, not everyone can be buried in it. Xiaogang is not qualified, but his relatives don’t care about his funeral at all. Zhao Qi found a way to bury Xiaogang here.

Zhao Qi brought Dongyang to Xiaogang's tomb with familiarity. There were photos of Xiaogang on the stone tablet, which was not handsome, but very square.

The tomb was cleaned up very clean, and there was a bouquet of decaying and dry flowers.

"You often come?" Dongyang asked Zhao Qi, who was squatting in front of the tomb and placing sacrifices.

Zhao Qi replied honestly with his head down, "It's not often, I came here some time ago to deal with family affairs."

There is a larger cemetery next to this cemetery, where ordinary people can bury people as long as they can get money.

He was vague, and Dongyang had already thought about why his family affairs came to the west.

She also wanted to go and see Nuanyang, but if Zhao Qi didn't tell her this, she couldn't find a reason, so she could only find a way to send Zhao Qi away.

Zhao Qi said a lot to Xiaogang. It was Dongyang's turn, but she didn't know what to say.

After all, it is not the real Xiao Ying, and I can't understand Teacher Xiao's mood. Facing the man Teacher Xiao loved, Dong Yang held it in his hands for a long time and said one sentence: "Don't worry, I will live a good life."

"Xiao Xiao, please stay with Xiaogang here for a while, I'll go out for a walk," Zhao Qi suggested.

He probably wanted to go to the next door to see the Nuanyang.

Dongyang's heart moved and replied, "You go back directly. I want to stay with Xiaogang for a while. Don't worry, there is a bus at the foot of the mountain, so I'll just take the bus back."

At first, Zhao Qi disagreed, afraid that she would be in danger alone.

Dongyang pointed around: "The weather is good today, so many parents bring their children to visit the tombs of revolutionary ancestors. How can there be dangers in such a bustling place? There are so many things to do in the army. You should go back early. I don't know when I will leave, so don't delay your affairs."

Zhao Qi could come out for the whole morning if he had something to do. He thought for a moment and nodded, "That's it, I'll go back first, call me if you have something to do."

After saying goodbye, Dongyang sat in front of Xiaogang's grave and stared at the photos for a long time, and remained silent.

She really didn't know what to say, so she might as well stay quietly and let Xiaogang take a good look at this face, the face he loved.

At noon, Dongyang left here and turned to the cemetery next door.

It is not July 15th or Qingming Festival, but this cemetery is more deserted than the one next door.

Dongyang didn’t know where the Nuan** body was buried, so he could only look for it one by one.

Fortunately, the new tomb is easy to identify, so she found it without much effort.

The warm sun on the stone tablet smiles brightly, just like the memory of Dongyang.

As he looked, Dongyang calculated his nose and tears fell down.

She knelt in front of the grave, and the more she cried, the more sad she became. In the end, her voice became hoarse.

She had nothing to say to Xiaogang, but she had to say a lot in the face of Nuanyang.

Seeing that there was no one around, she said everything she was suffocating in her heart.

From misunderstanding Zhao Qi when he read the diary to his harsh date yesterday, he said everything in detail.

Finally, she said, "Sister, you know the truth now. My brother-in-law is a good person. She didn't do anything outside. Please rest assured."

Even if you understand the truth, what can you do? The person who left will never come back.

Dongyang was sad for a while, and she left reluctantly as the sun was about to set.

It was almost seven o'clock in the evening when I returned to the dormitory.

I just sat down and knocked on the door sternly, and sent supper attentively.

"I guess you didn't eat it, so I brought it to you." He looked at her carefully and put the food on the coffee table.

Dongyang rubbed his red eyes, sucked his nose, and replied with a smile: "Thank you, Instructor Yan, I didn't even eat lunch, I'm really hungry."

Dongyang sat opposite him while having dinner, looked at her carefully, and asked with the opportunity: "Teacher Xiao Xiao, are your eyes okay? Do you want to apply some eye drops to the whole towel to heat up? It's swollen."
Chapter completed!