When Cheng Yue returned home, Shen Qiqi poked her head out from the kitchen and asked, "I think I just heard Director Ji's voice. Did he come by?"
"You heard wrong! Go back to your cooking!" Cheng Yue said and headed straight into his bedroom.
He looked at those photographs again and again, feeling quite pleased with himself, then placed the photos in the drawer.
He and Yan Huan had a romance, but never had any keepsakes.
These photos were their most beautiful memento.
Thinking back to the time in the countryside, it really was a wonderful period.
............
The next day, Cheng Yue went to work.
Cheng Nanfang was walking back and forth with his hands behind his back, inspecting the cleanliness of Cheng Yue's home.
"Look at the dust here; it's as thick as a foot! How can someone who's been in the military not even keep their quarters in order? What kind of soldier is that?"
