different way

"Brigade A is a sharp knife, and I don't want it to be ruined in this senseless fight." In the light of the small training ground, the silhouette of Bu Lianhua was sharp, and in Cang's eyes, it was inexplicably familiar.

The heavy snow many years ago was instantly covered with deliberately dusty memories, and Cang asked in a low voice: "You applied for transfer this time... What do you say about Xi Mie Tianlai?"

"What does it have to do with him?" Bubu Lianhua closed the folder in hand, "The way is different."

Sighs leaked between the lips, and the cold winter wind rolled up in the mind, blowing away the empty snowfield in the memory.