Age: My Small World

Chapter 309

Outside the door, Yang Jun looked at Liang Xing with some curiosity.

"By the way, where do you want to go to join the army? You made your aunt so unhappy."

"That must be the Tibetan border area. I heard there are enemies there who are constantly testing our strength. I really want to go and dampen their spirit."

Going thousands of miles away, no wonder my aunt refused to allow it.

Moreover, the Tibetan border is located in the mountains and plateaus, and the garrison there is very difficult, and there are also casualties due to the climatic conditions.

When talking about his future, Liang Xing spoke freely and excitedly.

Yang Jun acted as a qualified listener, nodding from time to time.

After a while, Liang Xing suddenly became depressed.

"Unfortunately, my mother disagrees."

"Who said no?"

At this time, the door opened and Xu Wanxia walked out with red eyes.

"You can join the army, but we have to make it clear that you can't go to Tibet."

My aunt relented, but not completely.

Even so, Liang Xing became happy.

"Mom, do you really agree?"

He cheered a little.

"Let's talk about this tomorrow. Don't let Xiaoshan laugh at you."

Everyone's eyes were focused on Yang Jun again.

But he smiled and shook his head: "Don't worry about me, it's more important to discuss Brother Xing's affairs."

Liang Zhengguo naturally would not really ignore him, but would put the matter aside for the time being and wait until he had gained more understanding before allowing Liang Xing to join the army.

A few people returned to the house and started chatting about family matters.

As if sensing that her son was really going to leave her, Xu Wanxia was no longer so serious towards Liang Xing.

Yang Jun left before dark.

After bidding farewell to Liang Xing with some reluctance, he rode his bike back.

When we arrived at Zhuyun Lane, the sky had almost completely darkened.

A light appeared quietly at the door, as if someone had been waiting for him for a long time.

"Nan Ke, why are you waiting here?"

Yang Jun stepped forward, held Gu Nanke's waist and rubbed it gently.

The woman's eyes sparkled as she blinked, "I just came out with a lantern, and I was worried you wouldn't be able to see the road properly while riding."

Yang Jun lowered his head and kissed her forehead: "Nan Ke, you are so kind."

She was embarrassed for a moment, then lowered her head and said, "My dear, you're already asleep. Let me wash your feet first."

Yang Jun's heart suddenly moved, and his hand moved down to the millstone.

"Okay, let's wash our feet and rest quickly."

Seeing her bring water and then squat down to wash his feet virtuously, Yang Jun was really touched. With such a wife, what more could a husband ask for?

"Nan Ke, sit on the bed and I'll help you wash."

"I've washed it." She bit her teeth and said.

Yang Jun paused, then continued, "Wash it again after washing it."

She had no choice but to sit on the bed obediently, then took off her shoes, revealing a pair of cute feet.

When Yang Jun reached out to grab it, he felt as if he was holding a ruyi, as soft as jade, small and exquisite.

Her feet are naturally small, with an ancient beauty, and her feet are fair and moist, making them even more beautiful.

"Nan Ke, your feet are simply flawless."

He couldn't help but sigh.

Of course, in Yang Jun's heart, Wei Ran's pair is the best. Although Gu Nanke's is good, it is still a little bit worse.

"Little mountain~"

Gu Nanke's cheeks were already flushed, and the look in her eyes as she looked at him seemed to be about to drip tears.

For her, who was quite conservative, a girl's feet were only seen in the boudoir, and she had never seen them so carefully played with and admired by others. Fortunately, he was her husband, so it was all right.

After washing her feet, Yang Jun immediately pulled the quilt, held her in his arms, and began to carefully appreciate her pearly white jade from head to toe.

In a blink of an eye, Yang Jun had been in the provincial capital for seven or eight days.

He had to go to the newspaper office that day.

I don’t know what’s wrong with Liang Xing, but he insisted on asking him to go to the newspaper to submit an article together.

Yang Jun had left his contact address before, so he could naturally come to the door.

"You've been revising this manuscript for seven or eight days. It should be fine, right?"

On the way, Liang Xing rode a 28-inch bicycle with Yang Jun.

It's no wonder that with his rather burly figure, he pulled Yang Jun along without any hindrance at all.

"No problem. I just happened to be going to the newspaper office."

Yang Jun followed his words.

Then he couldn't help asking, "How's your business going?"

When he talked about this, he became excited.

"I'm probably leaving tomorrow. Would you like to come and see me off?"

Yang Jun paused. No wonder he came to see him today. It turned out he was leaving.

"Okay, I'll definitely come and see you off."

Liang Xing nodded happily.

Suddenly, he said in a low voice: "Yang Jun, although we have only known each other for a few days, I recognize you as a person. If..."

"I mean, if something happens to me on the battlefield, can you help me take care of my parents?"

Yang Jun frowned instantly. Why was this guy still planting the flag?

And he really trusts me, even though I've only known him for a few days.

He patted Liang Xing on the shoulder: "Don't think too much about it, there will be no problem in the short term."

Liang Xing smiled and said, "That's just what I said. Don't feel too pressured."

"Why should I be stressed? It's obviously you who's playing the piano nonsense."

Yang Jun thought about it and took out a small bottle from his arms and handed it to him.

"What is this?" The car stopped and Liang Xing took it and asked in confusion.

"This is my exclusive secret medicine, the kind that can save lives at critical moments. I like you, so I'll give you a bottle." Yang Jun said in a joking tone.

Liang Xing was not annoyed, his eyes lit up and he put it away.

"I trust you. If I get into danger, I'll rely on your medicine."

He had heard of Yang Jun's methods, so naturally he wouldn't think that he was making fun of him.

The two of them soon arrived at the door of the newspaper office.

There are security guards at the door and ordinary people cannot enter easily.

Fortunately, Yang Jun knew someone inside.

He reported Xu Congwen's name and waited quietly.

After a while, Xu Congwen with a mustache appeared at the door.

"Who is Mr. Sanxia?"

He looked at Yang Jun and Liang Xing, and finally his gaze fell on Yang Jun.

Liang Xing's burly figure and innocent eyes showed that he was not cut out to be a writer.

Yang Jun nodded and said, "Hello, Comrade Xu. I am the Third Hero, my real name is Yang Jun."

He had filled out his personal identity information, so people actually knew his name, but to show respect, they used his pen name and added "Mr." at the end.

Xu Congwen couldn't help but look at Yang Jun carefully. The more he looked, the more he sighed, how young he was.

But although he was young, the works he wrote were so excellent that he was amazed.

How could it not be endless? Yang Jun combined the stories of the great writer Liu Daxia and used the writing style of modern cool articles, pulling the story to the extreme. It can be said to be a dimensionality reduction attack, which directly impacted the existing article writing style.

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