Stepmother Sees The Bullet Screen [MTL]

119-120

Chapter 119:

As soon as the sound fell, Zhou Zhongfeng's hand holding the microphone trembled.

He squeezed his lips tightly. At this moment, his voice was astringent, and he couldn't make any sound.

Zhou Zhongfeng doesn't know how many years he has not heard this voice.

The last time I heard them speak, when he was 18 years old, he applied for the military academy.

In order to contact him, the other party sent countless telegram letters, but because the time limit was too slow to contact him in time.

They tossed around many parts of the northwest to find calls from the outside world.

Finally, after several twists and turns, we finally got in touch.

The first sentence he said, "Xiao Feng, why did you apply for the military academy?"

At the beginning, Zhou Zhongfeng did not listen to his family's wishes and applied for the military academy without authorization, which completely disrupted his parents' plans for his future.

Even after many years, Zhou Zhongfeng still remembers his answer.

"Since you haven't taken care of me before, I don't want you to care about me in the future."

At that time, he was young, with sharpness and resentment, and his answer was also hard.

He clearly remembered that after he had said that, his parents had been silent for a long time.

He can even hear the other party's silence across the microphone, shouting like a broken bellows.

I don't know how long it took for the other party to compromise, "Okay, as long as our Xiaofeng is happy."

When he heard this, he hung up the phone without thinking about it.

He is unhappy, he is not happy at all, and he doesn't want this sentence.

Then, seven years later, the two sides talked on the phone again.

At this moment, Zhou Zhongfeng's mood was complicated, and even a little sad.

He didn't even know how to open his mouth and asked them.

The strangeness caused by long-term separation is irreparable.

Until--

On that occasion, there was a female voice again, with a little kindness and trepidation, "Xiao Feng, I'm my mother!"

At that moment.

The microphone in Zhou Zhongfeng's hand suddenly fell off, and the microphone hit the desk and fell vertically.

But he was involved by the telephone line and hung in mid-air.

Commander Gao next to him quickly connected the phone and handed it to him.

He didn't say anything, then turned around and closed the door and went out.

Leave the space to the center of Zhou.

At this time, he, an outsider, said that no matter how much it was, it would be superfluous.

Only Zhou Zhongfeng, the party, figured it out.

"Xiao Feng? What's wrong with you? Did something happen?"

Tang Minhua's eager voice came, and even the harsh sound of the enamel tank falling to the ground could even be heard.

Zhou Zhongfeng squeezed the microphone tightly, and his thin lips spit out two words, "It's okay."

The short words were still as hard as ever, but Tang Minhua at the other end of the phone immediately breathed a sigh of relief.