"Several times, that's how many times! You still let people get married!"

Zhao Qingli finally snapped. It wasn't known if Heaven was deliberately working against them, but this was the third time they had failed to get a license.

The first time, the two of them had arranged to go to the Civil Affairs Bureau early the next morning to get a license, but Cheng Mingzhao had been urgently called back the night before to participate in a secret operation.

The second time, the two people go to the door of the Civil Affairs Bureau, Cheng Mingzhao was again urgently recalled to participate in the rescue of hostages.

This is the third time, the two have finished taking the number in the queue, Nima.

The two team members who came to pick up Cheng Mingzhao were sweating and trembling under the glare of Zhao Qingli's tiger eyes. The tiger whistling in the mountain forest is truly extraordinary.

"Sister-in-law, our captain said that after this operation is over, he will definitely give Brother Cheng a big vacation and make sure that you get married smoothly."

"Yes, sister-in-law, our captain also said that we won't pour Cheng's wine at your wedding, so that you can have a smooth... um... that what to have a child early."

"You bunch of losers! Baby, wait for me to come back and have a baby!"

Cheng Mingzhao laughed and kicked his teammates, and as soon as he passed over the still angry Zhao Qingli, he kissed her fiercely and then turned around to get into the car. The car whistled all the way.

Zhao Qingli wiped Cheng Mingzhao's saliva from her face, sighed lightly, and turned around to walk to the subway station. Forget it, it was better to go back to school. She needed to work at this moment to relieve her depression.

...... One week ......

...... Two Weeks ......

...... One month ......

...... two months ......

Three whole months later, Cheng Mingzhao still hasn't returned. Zhao Qingli stared at the sycamore tree outside the window in a trance. The leaves had already started to fall, and autumn was coming.

She had been to the SWAT team a few times, and the answer she got was that Cheng Mingzhao and her entire team had not returned. Where did they go? Sorry, classified. What mission? Sorry, classified. When will they be back? Sorry, classified. Classified, classified, everything is classified! Zhao Qingli realized what it means to be a military wife. It's not enough for her to be away from her family, she's also scared all day long. The last time Cheng Mingzhao was injured, he scared her half to death, and how long has it been since then?

It's been three months, and Zhao Qingli's belly is already slightly bulging. Due to excessive worry, her fetal picture was not too stable. The school took her physical reasons into consideration and temporarily removed her from the practical classes, only continuing the theoretical part, so she could relax a bit. In her free time, she would go to the dormitory area of Cheng Mingzhao's brigade and listen to the sound of slogans being shouted on the playground in the distance, as if she could get closer to Cheng Mingzhao that way. "Qing Li, come for a walk again."

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Captain Ge Fei's wife, Xiao Ying, waved at her from a distance.

"Oh, sister-in-law. Yes, it's hard to stay at home, so it's better to come here."

"You still don't feel comfortable with Mingzhao. Hey, I've gotten used to it over the years. Every time Old Ge... hey?"

Xiao Ying was speaking when her cell phone suddenly rang. "Hey, Political Commissar Wu ......"

"Hey, Xiao Xiao ah ......"

Zhao Qingli vaguely heard a man's voice coming from Xiao Ying's cell phone, and the man just opened his mouth and fell silent. Then Zhao Qingli saw that Xiao Ying's eyes were red. "Sister-in-law, what, what does it mean ah this is ......"

Zhao Qing Li's heart immediately panicked and she grabbed Xiao Ying's arm as if to ask for help. Xiao Ying took a deep breath and asked with a trembling voice, "Political Commissar Wu, has anything happened to Lao Ge and the others?

"I'm sorry Xiao Xiao, Ge Fei they ......"

Zhao Qingli's ears buzzed and she could no longer hear the voice on the phone. She stared deathly at Xiao Ying's expression.

After a long time, Xiao Ying slowly put down the phone, tears streaming down her face.

"Qingli, Lao Ge and the others, the whole team sacrificed."

Zhao Qingli was like a thunderbolt, her legs went limp and she sat on the ground, unable to make a single sound from her throat. Suddenly, she felt a heat rush out from between her legs.

"Qing Li!"

Zhao Qingli regained consciousness two days later. After resuscitation, the baby was finally saved, but it was extremely unstable, with signs of miscarriage at any time.

The hospital room was full of flowers, mostly sent by Cheng Mingzhao's comrades. Zhao Qingli looked out the window, the autumn sunlight was weak and seemed to be fighting a last battle. Today is the collective funeral of the SWAT team, Zhao Qingli could not attend. Xiao Ying came to visit her early in the morning and asked if she had anything to say to Cheng Mingzhao. Zhao Qingli didn't say anything, but asked Xiao Ying to bring her a chrysanthemum from Cheng Mingzhao's grave when she returned.

Zhao Qingli put her hand on her stomach and rubbed it gently.

"Ruwang, it's lucky you're here."

A year later, Zhao Qingli returned to the laboratory building to continue teaching the anatomy class. The classroom was solemn, and on the dissection table, the large body teacher was covered with a white cloth and lying quietly. The students quietly formed a circle, and when they saw Zhao Qingli come in, they gently stepped aside for the main knife. Zhao Qingli calmly walked over to the dissection table, folded her hands in front of her, and bowed to the Great Body Teacher on the table. All the students bowed at the same time and spoke in unison:

"Sr. Teacher... Good!"

After bowing, Zhao Qingli stood up and lifted the white cloth.

......

"Ming Dynasty ......"

......

"Ming Chao."

"I'm inside."

"I'll be waiting for you in the next life."

"Good."

"Little Master Qing Yin, what are you looking at?"

"The Prajna Heart Sutra."

"Will you recite it for me?"

"Good."

"Dear, what did you wish for?"

"May my husband protect this world of prosperity and peace, and may the mountains and rivers remain intact."

"Then I wish .... as you wish."

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