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After hanging up the phone, Yan Ziyuan did not rush to ask for leave. Instead, he asked Mr. Li to write him a note for a temporary outing, borrowed a car, and went directly to the town.

Xiao Yu was in a hurry to find him, presumably thinking of something bad. Otherwise, with her character, she would have just continued to wait for his reply quietly, instead of asking Jin Kai to contact Uncle Jin and looking for him like this time.

Yan Ziyuan parked the car in the open space next to the post office, opened the car door, and strode in.

"Hello, comrade, I'm sending a telegram."

"Okay, fill out this form and write down the recipient's name, address and the contents of the telegram. It's a dime per word, and spaces and punctuation marks are calculated per word."

When the staff at the post office saw that he was wearing a camouflage uniform and that he looked tall and straight, and seemed to be driving a military vehicle, their attitude towards him was much more enthusiastic than before.

Yan Ziyuan smiled politely, took the form and pen handed over to him, and filled in the contents quickly on the counter.

After writing, I paid for the things and money, and drove back to the army.

Originally I wanted to take a break and write a summary report tomorrow.

But with Uncle Jin's phone call, he decided to finish writing and hand it in quickly, and then asked for leave to go to Shanhe Village.

"You kid, what are you doing?"

"I just finished the mission and I didn't know how to take a rest. I was in such a hurry that I didn't feel tired."

When Zhao Ju saw him returning to the army, he drove out immediately. He didn't even go back to the dormitory, he just sat in the office and started writing, so he got up curiously and walked over.

Yan Ziyuan ignored him and continued to write furiously.

Zhao Ju also knew his temperament and didn't care at all about his attitude. He stood at the edge of the desk and lowered his head to read what he wrote.

"Mission summary report?"

"You wrote it so quickly? Is this still you, Yan Ziyuan?"

"Usually, someone else does the writing for me, or I delay submitting it until the last minute. Why are you so crazy this time? You just come back without taking a break and start writing the report?"

Zhao Ju felt that Yan Ziyuan in front of him was like a monster, behaving abnormally.

He used to be the person who disliked writing these things the most.

"While I'm on my way, I'm in a hurry to finish writing my vacation."

Yan Ziyuan turned a little to the other side to avoid Zhao Ju's interruption.

"On vacation? Go home?"

"That's not right. You didn't go back during the Chinese New Year. Why is it so sudden now?"

"Are you free?"

"How about I practice with you until I finish writing?"

He has never felt that Zhao Tuan is as mother-in-law and endless as he is now.

"What do I have to do? I'm just caring about my subordinates. I'm afraid you'll be too tired after completing the mission, so I want to remind you to take a good rest."

"Thank you. You are showing your greatest concern to me by letting me finish writing the report quietly now."

Until the report was finished, Yan Ziyuan did not say another word to Zhao Ju, leaving him alone beside him chattering endless questions.

I don’t know how his wife can tolerate his nagging character.

Yan Ziyuan even felt that his position selection was wrong. He should be an instructor and be responsible for doing all kinds of ideological work for everyone. Anyway, he talks a lot.

It took more than an hour to finally finish writing it all, and he placed the report on Zhao Tuan's desk.

"Mr. Li had promised me to take half a month's leave before going on the mission. I forgot to tell you before."

"Half a month? Are you kidding me?"

"Why did you take such a long break? Are you going back to get married?"

"We haven't reached this stage yet. Let's go with my partner to meet her family."

"Tsk tsk~~"

"Yan Ziyuan, you are really in trouble."

"Otherwise the iron tree doesn't bloom. Once it blooms, it's completely different from before."

Zhao Ju laughed and teased him, really wanting to see what kind of girl it was that could subdue this unruly brat. Fortunately, his wife used to work hard for him and tried every means to sign red lines, but in the end he couldn't see any of them.

"Aren't you trapped in your marriage with your sister-in-law? Do you want me to take the time to talk to my sister-in-law?"

"Fuck you, I was just joking."

"If your sister-in-law hears this, she will skin me."

"No matter what else you have to say, wait until I come back. I'm leaving first."

Yan Ziyuan strode out of the office.

..........

"Song Zhiqing, I have your telegram!"

A few hours after Yan Ziyuan sent the telegram, the post office in Lisha Town received it.

In this era, telegrams were usually sent only if there was something very important, so even though it was almost time to get off work, the postman still took the telegram slip and sent it to Shanhe Village.

Song Fuyu, who was having a meal, felt his heart skip a beat when he heard his own telegram.

Jin Kai just went to town to make a phone call at noon. It couldn't be...

She quickly put down her bowls and chopsticks and ran out of the house.

"Comrade Yang, show me the telegram quickly."

Seeing her anxious expression, Yang Yong immediately took out the telegram form from his bag.

The telegram form is very simple. It is just a piece of paper, folded in half, with the two characters "telegram" written in the middle.

Song Fuyu opened the folded side and saw four words written on it: "Be safe and return soon."

My heart, which had been raised because of that dream and that startling sound, suddenly dropped when I saw these simple words.

It's fine!

"Song Zhiqing, the telegram has been delivered, so I will go home first."

"Thank you. It's so hard for you to make a trip even after get off work."

"It's okay, it should be."

After watching Yang Yong leave the yard, Song Fuyu returned to the house with the telegram.

As soon as he sat down, Jin Kai came over.

"Song Zhiqing, is Brother Yan okay?"

When he was eating at home just now, he seemed to hear the postman's voice. The other person seemed to mention the word "telegram", and he didn't know if he heard it wrong.

"It's okay. The mission should be over. He sent a telegram to report that he was safe."

"It's fine."

"Thank you, Jin Educated Youth."

"I'm sorry to trouble you at noon, because I had an unnecessary dream that prevented you from taking a nap at noon."

"Why are you so polite? Brother Yan is my brother who grew up wearing the same pants."

When Jin Kai heard the reassuring answer, he went home without further conversation.