[Qi Fu] Prisoner

"Are you sure you want to move?" Zhang Qishan put his hands on the steering wheel, and turned his head to inquire about the person sitting in the passenger seat, "Since you haven't even found a place to live, why rush out, staying in a hotel is not free."

"There are a lot of people here, so it's quicker to inquire about the house." Adjutant Zhang replied vaguely, regardless of the logic, he opened the door with his suitcase and was about to say goodbye, but saw the other party get out of the car and waited for him to pass with raised eyebrows.

He was a little embarrassed, stood still, and said honestly: "Thank you Buddha for sending your subordinates on the next journey. The hotel has everything you should have, and you don't need to do anything. The subordinates will go back to training after tidying up. Buddha is busy, so don't delay Your time."

Hearing this, Zhang Qishan spoke impeccably, intending to imply that he would leave, but he refused to accept it, turned around and walked into the restaurant, expressing his firm stand with actions.Hearing the sound of footsteps following behind him, he could almost imagine the expression on the other side's helpless but cooperating face. He couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth, then quickly suppressed it, and walked forward seriously.

When he saw what kind of room his adjutant had chosen, his brows really frowned, "With this layout, you will get sick if you stay for a long time. You don't mind holding back."

Adjutant Zhang reminded as if nothing had happened: "This room costs less money."

"Are you still flirting with me? Knowing that I don't care about money," Zhang Qishan stared, staring at the man with his mouth and eyes lowered, before letting him go and saying: "Go and change to a bigger one, I'll pay for it. "

"Buddha, we don't need to spend this money," Adjutant Zhang saw that he was serious, and hurriedly dissuaded him: "Just stay for a few days, and move as soon as we find a house? What's more, there are a lot of business affairs recently, and I just lie on the same bed when I come back. The size of the room is large." It doesn't matter. Besides... it takes more money to buy a house, so I have to save it."

Zhang Qishan didn't answer, he compared the size of the adjutant in his heart, and then looked at the room a few steps down, feeling that he was really wronged, but seeing that he insisted so much, he knew that if he really asked to change rooms, he might give him the back foot if he stepped out. If it is refunded, I will change the way to return the money to him.

This adjutant never knew what good things he deserved.

Thinking that in the future people would not be around, and food and drink expenses might be dealt with casually, Zhang Qishan suddenly felt a little bit reluctant, and unconsciously asked: "Are you sure you want to move?"

"Buddha, we have already agreed." Adjutant Zhang seemed to be afraid that he would regret his decision, so he hurriedly said, "You also promised not to ask."

The two of them were speechless for a while, and the atmosphere in the small space became more dull.

He did.However, it's not that he doesn't really care, it's just because he doesn't want to let the person who has followed him for many years feel any reluctance or embarrassment.He knew very well that if he spoke, the other party would definitely give up his mind and never mention it again; but at the same time, he also understood that the adjutant rarely asked for anything, and once he mentioned it, it must be a decision that had to be made after deliberation.

"You have been traveling with me from north to south since you were a teenager. Now it is natural to want to build your own home. I will not stop you," Zhang Qishan said slowly: "Live alone, remember to take good care of your body, don't stay up late at night, if If you are not used to the food in the restaurant, you can go back to the mansion to eat, Zhang's mansion is not short of a pair of bowls and chopsticks."

"Buddha..." Adjutant Zhang's stretched shoulders loosened slightly, he hesitated to speak, looked at him for a while, and finally said: "Buddha also pays attention to the time to rest, if you can't finish the business, I will deal with it during the day."

Zhang Qishan nodded, and looked around the room again, no matter how dissatisfied he looked, but he would not say anything to tell people not to move.He turned to face the adjutant, patted his arm, dimples appeared on his face: "Whenever you want to come back to live, just say, the room is still reserved for you."

"Thank you, Lord Buddha." Adjutant Zhang also laughed, tears flickering in his eyes.Although he knew that the adjutant just lived in a different place and would still meet every day in the future, at this moment, for some reason, Zhang Qishan suddenly felt that he had made up his mind to keep a distance from him and would not come back again.

He was overwhelmed by it, and quickly suppressed it as separation anxiety.At that time, he hadn't really lost his adjutant, and he never delved into what that faint, always scratching itch was in his heart.

Until a long time later, when he found out that the adjutant was missing, dug out the leftover gun from the hotel room, and searched inside and outside Changsha but couldn't find anyone, Zhang Qishan would always think of the adjutant's smile that day.

Light and delicate, seemingly nothing, as if to hold back all the unsaid words.

It's like saying goodbye.

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This is the end of the public chapters of this article, there are two unpublished extras included in the book, see the copy for details:D