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And Wang Mu even approached Ling Yuan directly, and chatted privately.

"It feels like there is a traitor among us." Wang Mu's behavior towards Zhou Ren was simple, no matter whether he was bewildered by him and Ling Yuan at the time, or he was defending He Yu everywhere now.

This made him really feel that Zhou Ren was not a rival in love at all, but a traitor.

If Yang Hao hadn't posted a video of Zhou Ren holding a stick and waiting for Wen Mocheng at that time, he would have been absolutely sure that Zhou Ren was an internal traitor.

"I feel the same way, I can't take it anymore, I'll kick him now..." Ling Yuan had already reached the limit of his patience with Zhou Ren.

This shit, talking about protecting He Yu's interests every day, made his mentality explode. Although he recognized Zhou Ren's ability, he had no idea at all to pull Zhou Ren into the team.

"So, we should focus on big brother, follow big brother's instructions closely, and implement big brother's arrangements..." Zhou Ren was unwilling to let go of the opportunity to show off and help his big brother. He was excited and passionate , like a pianist, the speed is extremely fast.

However, when he clicked send, suddenly there was an astonishing exclamation mark, which instantly made Zhou Ren a little confused.

'You were removed from the group chat by the group owner. '

Zhou Ren stared blankly at the news, and then without further ado, began to chat privately about Ling Yuan one by one, but the prompt was 'already blacklisted'.

The same is true for contacting Wang Mu, and there are two other people, Chen You and Feng Zhan, but they both reminded that they were blacklisted.

"Damn, these people can't afford it, they deserve to be crushed by my uncle." Zhou Ren searched around, and all of them were blacklisted, and couldn't help cursing.

But the group of people who blocked Zhou Ren chatted happily in the group, revealing the excitement of excluding Zhou Ren.

"Brother Yuan, well done, happy." Chen You raised his hands in agreement. This rival named Zhou Ren gave him the feeling that He Yu was a spy who had infiltrated the interior.

Even Feng Zhan sent a thumbs up emoji to show his approval.

"Really exclude him?" Although Wang Mu was annoyed by Zhou Ren, he was still a little uncomfortable with suddenly kicking Zhou Ren out of the group.

"Pull it back after a while, and tell him now, who is the owner of this group." Ling Yuan thought for a while before speaking, and made a decision.

Zhou Ren was cursing, but when he saw a person coming out of Huaqing, his eyes lit up, and he went up to him without hesitation.

Chapter 425 Jia Wudi, who wants to cry, turns pale upon hearing it

Yangong University, the ten-story research building, He Yu and Nie Qiangjun returned here together.

When Nie Qiangjun solemnly handed a document to Tan Tiansong with both hands.

"I go first."

Nie Qiangjun handed the invitation letter to Tan Tiansong, and didn't plan to stay for a long time, because he chatted with He Yu for a long time, and also talked about a lot of technological content, so there was no need to stay for a long time.

"I'll see you off." He Yu sent Nie Qiangjun away.

Then he walked back and looked at the invitation letter of Taoist priest Tiansong surrounded by a group of people.

"August [-]st, the flag-raising ceremony in front of Tianmen to award honors?" He Yu took a closer look. The invitation letter had a crimson background with Tan Tiansong's name engraved on it.

And a photo of my youth.

Tan Tiansong, who had been smiling all the time, became silent when he saw this photo, as if he was recalling his youthful presumptuousness and the unbearable pain.

For a moment, no one in the entire research building spoke, they just looked at Taoist Tiansong silently, because everyone could feel the sadness.

"Master Dao, this is not your fault. The national crisis is at the head of the situation. You have no regrets, and they have no regrets. You are their big brother. You should go back and take a look." He Yu looked at Daoist Tiansong and fell silent. After a long time, he spoke with a heavy tone.

He knew exactly what Daoist Tiansong was thinking.

At that time, Daoist Tiansong was in his thirties, and he originally thought that he would go ahead and let the younger fighters survive, but things were unpredictable.

He survived, but all the fighters in the squad fell on the way to charge.

He Yu knew that this matter had always been a knot in Daoist Tiansong's heart, a knot that could not be unwound. The deeper the relationship between the brothers, the more unable to eliminate the guilt in Daoist Tiansong's heart.

"Go back? Do I still have the face to go back?" Tan Tiansong muttered to himself, looked up at He Yu, and then looked down at the invitation letter in his hand, which made his hands tremble slightly.

Because of his young face on the invitation letter, he recalled a lot, and everyone in the class was younger than him.

"You are wrong about this. If you don't stop and look back, you will never be able to adjust the time. But if you stop, you will have two opportunities to adjust the time a day. Go back and have a look." The guilt is because of the deep brotherhood, and the fear of facing it is also the deep-seated love.

This is true for 30 years of incognito, and it is also true for not daring to go back.

This kind of brotherhood has experienced life and death, and has gone through adversity together, which is difficult for ordinary people to feel.

Every era has different "heroes", the responsibility of an era.

Daoist Tiansong in front of him should be just the tip of the iceberg of that era.

"After the day after tomorrow is over, I want to visit them, I want to ask for leave..." Tan Tiansong pondered for a while, his eyes became more determined.

"Approved." Of course He Yu would not refuse, but agreed without hesitation.

Because that's exactly what he wanted to see.

"I'll help the Taoist priest buy a plane ticket." Jia Wudi didn't take too long to react, and stood up immediately.

"We will send the Taoist priest to the airport."

Leng Shan, Lu Gong, and others didn't react too slowly, and stood up immediately with a smile on their faces.

And Daoist Tiansong glanced at the crowd, and did not refuse the kindness. Looking at the youth of He Yu and others, he also felt as if he had returned to the beginning.

After being silent for a long time, Taoist Master Tiansong turned around and took out his heavy old box, and opened it carefully. There were a lot of clothes inside, all of which were Taoist robes.

Taoist Priest Tiansong took out Taoist robes one by one, and slowly approached the bottom of the box, revealing a piece of clothing and a pair of shoes, which made He Yu and the others silent.

Because the bottom of the box is not a Taoist robe, but a piece of clothing full of sewing and mending, including a jacket, trousers, and a pair of shoes. There is a red star on the shoulder of the jacket.

The clothes were old, but He Yu and the others looked with respect, because they saw bullet holes in this piece of clothing, so it was self-evident what this piece of clothing was.

The jersey of that year.

Daoist Tiansong squatted on the ground, looking cautious at first, but now even more cautiously.

"This is the clothes I wore back then. The patches on it were all made by people in my class. This patch was sewed by the 17-year-old Xiao Zhou who loves to laugh. This is my deputy monitor. It was also sewed by my fellow villagers, and this one was sewed by Xiao Yuan, who just got married for a year and had a baby just born..."

Daoist Tiansong caressed this piece of clothing gently, his eyes were full of memories, and his heart was also full of pain.

He Yu and the others watched silently, and everyone present understood the significance of this dress to Taoist Master Tiansong.

These are not just memories, but also the preciousness left by each robe.

Leng Shan and Xu Ningzhen couldn't control their tears for some girls with lower tears. Even He Yu, Lu Gong, and Liu Hu watched silently, feeling the sadness of Taoist Master Tiansong.

Daoist Tiansong's hands gently stroked the clothes, as if they were too heavy for fear of damage.