The daily life of the villain's boss and his wife

Chapter 24 Little instructor, please flirt 19
On a midsummer afternoon, the golden sunlight passes through the rows of tall and lush bald pine branches and leaves beside the road, and shines into the glass windows of the office, which is very bright.

"Report!" A loud voice sounded outside the office.

"Come in."

The door was opened from the outside, following the eyes of the person entering the door, one could see the person working hard on the desk.

He was wearing a military green military uniform, and a green hat on his head didn't look out of place at all, but it made him a lot more serious, exuding domineering aura.

"Sir, this is Major General Xue's daily routine today."

Unlike usual, this time Hong Yang left without handing in the materials, but stood where he was.

He asked a question that had been held in his heart for many years: "Sir, you care so much about Major General Xue, why don't you stay with her?"

When Hong Yang started working as a security guard, his first task was not to pour tea and water for the chief, but to pay attention to the daily life of Major General Xue, and then tell the chief.

In this way, day after day, year after year, no day is interrupted.

In Hong Yang's eyes, the Chief and Major General Xue are both unmarried and unmarried, and their family backgrounds are similar.

He has followed the chief for so many years and has never seen the two meet.

In his impression, shouldn't they be together if they like each other?

The person on the office chair smiled, but didn't answer him, waved his hand and said to him, "Go out."

Hong Yang had no choice but to leave the office in frustration, and closed the door by the way, continuing to do his tasks.

He thought this was probably the answer he would never get in his life.

A long, long time later, so long that this is the beginning of another young age.

No.1 Hospital in City B.

"Di...di...di..." In the quiet ward, there was only the faint sound of the EKG machine.

A gray-haired old man was lying on the hospital bed. The wrinkles on his face seemed to be telling the twists and turns of the past; in the slightly sunken eye sockets were a pair of dark brown eyes that were slightly open, quietly telling the vicissitudes of the years.

Although the old man is very old, the frivolity and handsomeness of the old man when he was young can still be faintly seen from the outline.

"Chief, you're awake!" Hong Yang went to the hospital bed and covered the old man's bed with a pillow.

The old man looked at the guard who had followed him for so many years, patted him with trembling hands, and said with difficulty: "Hong... Yang, have you brought the photo... the photo...?"

"I brought it with me." Hong Yang quickly took out a photo from his bag and handed it to the old man.

The old man smiled happily and took the photo.

This is a very old photo. From the outside, it must have been well cared for by the owner, because if the photos from many years ago are not well preserved, it is impossible to see the contents of the photos clearly.

In the photo is a very young girl, she is wearing a green military uniform, standing under a tall pine tree, the corners of her mouth are slightly raised like the purest smile in the world.

The old man smiled like a child, wiped the photo familiarly, and gently stroked the girl's cheek with his hand, as if he was afraid of hurting her.

Hong Yang also saw the photo, which was General Xue whom he knew, and he said with some sobs: "Chief...do you need me to find General Xue?"

The old man shook his head, just staring at the photo.

"Hong...Hong Yang, you know...why didn't I go find her?" The old man looked at the photo nostalgic.

Hong Yang wiped away the tears on his face, "Hong Yang, I don't know."

He has been with the chief for decades, and only knows that the chief has deep affection for Admiral Xue, but he doesn't know why.

"Because...this...isn't her!" The old man clenched the photo in his hand, as if answering, or talking to himself.

Yes.

Since he saw her again, he knew that she was not her.

He has been looking forward to her return, day after day, year after year.

He is not afraid of waiting, what he is afraid of is that he will not be able to wait any longer...

Then there is no chance of even looking forward to it...

I really want to have a next life...

The old man stared at the white ceiling, and the short time with her seemed to appear in front of his eyes. Although he was tired, he was also happy.

"After I'm gone...burn me with the photo...find a windy day..." I want to find her, I want to still remember her appearance after death.

"Beep..." The data on the electrocardiograph turned into a straight line in an instant.

As the old man closed his eyes, a tear flowed from his left eye.

This is the place closest to the heart, and this is where the heart cries.

　I finished writing this chapter while crying, writing while crying.

　　Maybe I'm so stupid that I can cry by myself.

　　I don't know what love is like, but I hope what I write is love

　　
　
(End of this chapter)