Qi Kuo

A piece of yellowed paper gradually burned out in Chen Ke's hands, and the slight fire light illuminated his light brown pupils, as if a cluster of small fires were ignited.

He looked up at Zhao Jun who was standing next to him, exhaled softly uncontrollably, and asked him, "What do you think?"

Zhao Jun looked at the yellow characters in his hand that were gradually being engulfed by the flames. He couldn't discern any emotion in his eyes. After holding back for a long time, he finally said, "Let's have a look again."

Always soft-hearted, reluctant.

I was afraid of being abandoned and betrayed, so I chose to blind myself, preferring to bury my head tightly in the sand.

Chen Ke looked at his lowered head, and slowly raised his empty hand, trying to rub Zhao Jun's hair, but stopped halfway, as if there was a moat in the middle.

An unbridgeable chasm.

He unconsciously shook his hand slightly in mid-air, then put it down, picked up the water glass next to him naturally, handed it to Zhao Jun, and said, "You...be careful."

Zhao Jun nodded, Chen Ke thought he would leave without saying anything, but the next second he was stunned again.

Zhao Jun suddenly raised his arms to hug Chen Ke, but Zhao Jun, who was much taller than before, was barely able to put the top of his head on Chen Ke's chin.

He only hugged Chen Ke briefly, and before Chen Ke could hug Zhao Jun back, Zhao Jun had already let go of his arms.

Zhao Jun still didn't look up, just looked at the ground and said, "I'm leaving."

Without waiting for Chen Ke to speak, he hurried out.

The footsteps were slightly confused.

Chen Ke lowered his head and smiled wryly, and said to himself: "Am I so like a scourge?"

After he finished speaking, he suddenly remembered that he still had a lot of military affairs piled up, sighed, turned back to the back of the desk, brushed his loose hair, took a pen and dipped it in ink, and began to review military affairs.

Zhao Jun stumbled back, his face was a little hot, he hurriedly splashed a handful of cold water on his face from the basin next to him.

Hugging is a kind of romantic and suave, and it is a kind of heart.

He admitted that he was impulsive about this matter.

He noticed Chen Ke's unraised hand beside him, and he lowered his head, not because he was thinking about what happened to Huang Erniu, but because he didn't want to face Chen Ke who cared so much about him, and he was afraid of being agitated. It completely missed the bottom.

But he was indeed impulsive today, and the result of his impulsiveness was that he fled in despair.

Although Huaining is a small city, there are not necessarily fewer personnel disputes than the capital city.Although he is still young, he doesn't understand everything. He is used to seeing too many separations and reunions. Many couples and lovers quarrel because of some trivial matters, and some may fall apart.

He was afraid that in this era of fighting when separation was greater than reunion, his feelings for Chen Ke would eventually be ruined by himself.

Many times he feels that if it is put on the bright side, it may be ruined, so he would rather let him rot in his stomach and never take root.

But now, it seems exhaustion has blossomed.

Zhao Jun lay on his bed irritatedly, messed up his well-tied hair, and finally fell into a deep sleep amidst tangles.

Maybe it's because I'm tired, but it doesn't seem so superficial.

When Mo Xuan came in, he saw Zhao Jun lying on the bed wrapped in a messy quilt, his brows were tightly frowned, but he was sleeping deeply.

It was as if there was something he was thinking about in the dream, but what he was thinking made him worry.

Mo Xuan looked at Zhao Jun in silence for a while, then went out expressionlessly, and walked straight to where Chen Ke was.

After much deliberation, it was the first time he took the initiative to approach Chen Ke.

After all, it was because of Zhao Jun that he faced this person he didn't really want to face.

No matter how scheming he is, he is less experienced than Chen Ke.

It is said that Chen Ke is not ruthless, but his ruthlessness is only aimed at the people he cherishes most.

Never an outsider.

It's like the comparison between the internal punishment of the National Defense Army and the current punishment of these soldiers by Chen Ke.

Slight punishment and severe punishment have never been of the same degree.

It can be said that he is eccentric, but this is originally a kind of scheming.

Leading troops to fight is not only about strategy, but also about the will of the people.

Mo Xuan frowned slightly, his heart was in a mess.

Chen Ke had just finished approving the accumulated military affairs, and before he had time to take a sip of water to catch his breath, he raised his eyes and saw Mo Xuan walking in.

He thought about it, and felt that he should remember to close the door.

Out of politeness, he said, "What wind brought you here?"

Mo Xuan deeply understood that Chen Ke didn't really want to see him, and he suddenly became more confident, and his whole spirit changed drastically.

Chen Ke achieved his goal, stretched out his right hand and pointed to the tea seat next to him, and said, "Please."

Mo Xuan shook, and followed Chen Ke slowly past.

Seeing Mo Xuan sitting down, he poured a cup of tea and put it in front of Mo Xuan, politely said: "The tea is not good, let's talk to soothe your throat." He stopped talking, and then said to the guard standing outside: "Close the door, No one can come in without my order."

The person outside answered yes, then stepped in and closed the door with one foot and hand.

Silent and breathless.

When Mo Xuan went back, his expression was still calm, no different from when he came, but only he knew that there was a beating heart hidden under his not so deep chest.

Just because of the shock.

He felt that he had no position to say anything for Zhao Jun, and he really didn't say anything, he just asked him: "If Shanghan is against Shangtaihe, how likely are we to win?"

Chen Ke looked at him indifferently, then smiled: "Tea, don't you want to drink?"

Mo Xuan didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in his gourd, but he refused to drink the tea in front of him.

To put it bluntly, he was afraid of death.

Chen Ke smiled, picked up the cup of tea in front of him and drank it down, then took a side of clean water to wash the teacup, and poured another cup for him.

This time, he didn't let it go, but put it upright and steady in front of Mo Xuan.

Mo Xuan hesitated for a second before taking the teacup, then took it and took a sip.

A sweetness slowly spread in the mouth, gradually filling the apex of the heart.

He couldn't help but took another sip.

Chen Ke ignored him and let him drink.

Seeing him put down the teacup in his hand, Chen Ke poured him another cup of tea, and said while pouring: "Some things are like this cup of tea. If you don't taste it yourself, how can you know his result? There are so many things in the world. Variables, not to mention predictions."

Mo Xuan didn't answer his words, and Chen Ke didn't say any more. The two drank tea with their own thoughts.

Before Mo Xuan got up to leave, they didn't say another word.

Like two silent statues, facing each other quietly.

Chen Ke didn't want to speculate on why Mo Xuan came this time, or who was behind it. Facing this question, all he could do was quietly give an ambiguous answer.

Zhao Jun also likes this question very much. When it comes to a war, one has to guess the outcome first, as if this can give oneself a comfort.

Some people enjoy the step-by-step process in the war when they think they can win, and even if they lose in the end, they can pass the sentence as just speculation.When you feel that you cannot win, you are passive in combat and your soldiers are weak, so how can you talk about victory.In the end, I lost a crushing defeat, and there was a sentence that was already scheduled to talk about it as a consolation.

Arabian Nights.

A fool's dream.

And Mo Xuan suddenly remembered Han Batuo, who was about to move recently, he looked at Chen Ke's expression, and suddenly wanted to laugh.

A rising star, why can't he beat all four?

Knowing that Mo Xuan got up to leave, Chen Ke gradually came back to his senses, nodded to him, and signaled that he knew.

Before Mo Xuan withdrew, Chen Ke suddenly said, "Call Zhao Jun for me and let him come over."

Mo Xuan paused, and then went out expressionlessly.

He walked back slowly all the way, and Zhao Jun, who had been asleep, was sitting by the bed with a dazed face to wake up.

He knew that Zhao Jun was a little angry for getting up, but it was very small. The biggest manifestation was that when he was not awake, no one wanted to talk to him.

But today he walked in front of Zhao Jun, and said in a calm voice, "Chen Ke told you to come over."

Zhao Jun just looked up at him, then put on his shoes and walked out, showing nothing that he should have.

Mo Xuan maintained the posture called Zhao Jun, turned his back to Zhao Jun who was gradually going away, and smiled with his head down.He knew that as long as the matter related to Chen Ke was the most important thing in his heart, he didn't need to be angry at getting up.

Zhao Jun's back gradually faded away.

The shadow dragged out by the sun blended with Mo Xuan's for a while, and then separated, as if they had never met.

When Zhao Jun walked over, his mind was in chaos, thinking: How could Mo Xuan know that Chen Ke wanted to see him?At the same time, I thought: What did he ask me to do?

With apprehension all the way, he walked to Chen Ke's door.

The room that could be entered by simply pushing the door was suddenly stopped today.

Zhao Jun was taken aback, and just about to say something, the door was opened from the inside.

Chen Ke raised his hand to push away the hand that was blocking Zhao Jun, and said, "Be smarter, who is this, do you need to stop him?!"

The guard put down his hands, and Chen Ke pulled Zhao Jun in directly, and closed the door smoothly.

Before Zhao Jun asked why Chen Ke asked him to come, he heard Chen Ke say: "Why do you always ask me whether this war will win?"

Zhao Jun thought about it seriously, and said, "I'm just used to it, so I don't know why I'm asking."

Chen Ke: "...You should think about why?"

Zhao Jun nodded, and thought about it by himself.

When Liang Song came in, what he saw was Chen Ke sitting there drinking tea, and Zhao Jun standing opposite him, thinking hard.

There is quite a taste of being taught.

Seeing him coming, Chen Ke raised his hand to him and said, "How is Xingzhi going?"

Liang Song sat down by himself, poured a glass of water, didn't answer his question, just pointed at Zhao Jun, and said with his eyes: What's the matter?

Chen Ke spread his hands and said it was nothing.

Liang Song's eyes were shocked: What's your name? !What did you do to him?

Chen Ke frowned: What do I symbolize in your hearts? !what can I do? !what else can I do? !

Liang Song: Just you, what can't you do?

Chen Ke: Damn it! !

Chen Ke sighed, and asked again: "Tell me, how is it?"

Liang Song turned serious and said, "It's okay...no problem."

Chen Ke hummed.

Liang Song continued: "He should not be a threat."

"How to say?"

Liang Song hesitated before saying: "I went to ask him about his previous situation, and then explained it. He seems to have drawn a circle for himself... Now, you can believe it."

Chen Ke hummed again, looked at Zhao Jun who was standing aside, and said, "Have you figured it out?"

Zhao Jun nodded and said: "Psychological comfort. No matter what it feels like, at least there is a bottom line."

Chen Ke nodded, and finally said: "Have you ever thought that this will inflate or discourage you or the team you lead... A good leader does not need so-called guesswork."

Zhao Jun didn't speak.

Chen Ke sighed softly, and said: "I'm telling you this not to blame you, how to put it, I hope you can understand that fighting is not to fight according to what you know, but to rely on what I think. , but rely on your beliefs, no matter what it is for, no distinction is made, there is no high or low, just remember that you fight for this belief, no matter whether you win or lose, you always try your best, no matter what the result is ,May I?"

Zhao Jun pursed his lips and said, "Okay."

In fact, he couldn't tell what kind of mood he was feeling at this moment in his heart. It could be said to be very sad, it could also be said to be a little joyful, or it could be entangled.

Zhao Jun thought about it for a long time but couldn't figure out why he asked Chen Ke whether he would win the wars again and again, but he just wanted to ask.

After listening to Chen Ke's words, he suddenly felt that what he said was right, and he really wanted a psychological comfort.

He felt that he needed to calm down and think about it, so he said to Chen Ke: "If it's okay, I'll go first."

Chen Ke originally wanted to say something, but seeing him like this, he had no choice but to shut up and said, "Well, good."

After Zhao Jun went out, Liang Song looked at Chen Ke who was standing there looking at Zhao Jun's back and said, "Why, my heart hurts?"

Chen Keli didn't want to pay attention to him. He waited until he couldn't see Zhao Jun before turning his eyes away. He sat down on his seat and sighed deeply.

He struggled for a long time before looking at Liang Song who was sitting on the side drinking tea leisurely, and asked with some distress: "Did I say something too serious?"

Liang Song looked at him: "Hey, what, we General Chen also have such a time?"

Chen Ke almost spilled the tea in his hand, and said a little louder, "I'm serious!"

Liang Song said to him with the mentality of an outsider: "I don't think so, and Xiao Zhao is not as fragile as you think." He paused, and then slowly said: "You protect him very well."

Chen Ke covered his head with his hands, and scratched his hair a little irritably.

Liang Song rarely looked at him like this, so he said: "Actually, if he doesn't experience some things himself, he will never understand how correct what you said is like what the elders told us when we were young. Things, even if we listen, we won’t do what he reminded, right? So, maybe he will feel sad now, and maybe he will complain about you, but when he really experiences it, he will understand your feelings I've worked so hard...Chen Ke, sometimes, let it go when it should."

Chen Ke didn't speak, and continued to be depressed.

Liang Song tried to ease his mood, so he said to him: "No, why didn't you care about us before?"

Only then did Chen Ke raise his head and look at Liang Song, saying: "Are you guys older than me? I need to tell you! I don't know where all of you are compared to me. They have faces?!"

Liang Song felt that his kindness was eaten by dogs, so he said: "No, Chen Ke, let's deal with it..."

The sun was shining brightly outside the window, and soldiers in good moods came and went.

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A physical education class took half my life away