It is now 100 years old and the weather is hot. The weather in the north is particularly scorching, and it is about to dry up every living thing it encounters. The willows on both sides of the road are hanging low, and they seem to be lifeless, silently protesting the likeness of nature and have no concern for life.

Two trees growing horizontally under the big trees beside the mountain road, the night eagle was lying leisurely on a hammock. He hummed the little song he learned from the military sect in his mouth, and used a huge banana leaf to cover his face, which was roasted by the scorching sun, to avoid the burning sun. However, his body was inertia and swayed back and forth with the hammock, looking very comfortable.

It has been more than a month since Fusang returned. They bid farewell to Master Wen, and under the escort of the submarine, they sang and slashed the waves. Finally, they returned to the embrace of their motherland.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they stepped onto the majestic land of their motherland. The scarred big guy was sent directly to this hot spring sanatorium by the organization. The healing and cultivation of the wounds made their lives a leisurely life of a rich man.

The most important thing is that the half-dead military sect was effectively treated! Finally, in the true relief of everyone, the military sect escaped from the dangerous period.

The boy who had been sleeping for two weeks woke up and looked at his comrades who were surrounded by surprise. He actually made a loud noise and then smiled faintly in the disgusting eyes of everyone.

During the days when the Junzhan was injured, Monroe was basically taking care of him. A weak woman resolutely took on the burden of life for two people. She shit and pee, like a newborn baby. She also had to wipe her body every day to prevent the Junzhan from smelling all over in this hot summer and attracting flies.

Once, Nighthawk happened to pass by the door and suddenly heard a low whimper. After listening carefully, he realized that it was Monroe crying.

Nighthawk never thought that Monroe, who was so strong and had no blink of an eye, would cry bitterly in the dead of night, guarding the body of the military sect that would wake up at some point.

Nighthawk thought, maybe it was Monroe's long-lasting and strong heart. She just got a strong arm that could take care of her life, but in a blink of an eye she was about to lose it. She was unwilling and wronged, so she was sad and crying. Nighthawk sighed, not disturbing her world. Sometimes people live in their own world, it would be better.

So now everything has been cured. Jun Jian woke up, Monroe smiled, and everyone is relieved. Even Nighthawk's own injuries have been healed. At this moment, the Nighthawk is extremely comfortable under the shade of the tree, just want to quietly enjoy the great joy this short beauty brings to his life.

"I feel so comfortable. I haven't seen you for a few days, and you have become a pastoral hermit." Hearing these extremely familiar and warm words, Nighthawk suddenly fell from the hammock and fell to the ground.

The body drew a beautiful arc in the air, with elegant movements, which made people pleasing to the eye. Even the hammock behind him that was still swinging in the air seemed to be swaying back and forth in a unique pattern. Lao Zhou felt that the nighthawk in front of him was no longer the nighthawk in Fusang. He had become a paradise, unfathomable.

"You are good at it, your injury is almost recovering? You are so agile." Old Zhou laughed and came up to hug Nighthawk tightly.

After returning from Fusang, Lao Zhou only appeared a few times in a hurry. Although life in a hot spring sanatorium is good, it is far behind the excitement of meeting an old friend.

Nighthawk laughed and said, "When you leave, we are all like mice locked up. No one cares, no one loves, and no one pays attention to them. Apart from three meals every day, like prisoners, the rest of the time can only be spent like this. Could it be that you still want us to build houses and farm in this broken mountain and live a self-sufficient life?"

The two laughed, and Old Zhou even punched Nighthawk: "I haven't been here for only a few days, you see, your kid is getting more and more inappropriate."

"Tell me, what mission, you have always been to the Three Treasures Hall without any trouble." Nighthawk smiled and said seriously.

Looking at Nighthawk's serious expression, Lao Zhou was amused and laughed. The tears of laughter were blurred and his waist could not be straightened. When Nighthawk was about to treat him as an idiot and sent him to the mental hospital, Lao Zhou finally held back his smile and said sincerely.

"Don't always make me so bad. Actually, I'm a good person, but this time I have a mission."

When he heard this, Nighthawk's face turned: "If I had known you, I would have pretended not to say it."

Lao Zhou still laughed and said, "But this time is different from the past. You don't have to go to the front line to shout and kill. The organization decides to let you take a big vacation. I think you are tired of staying here, so go out for a walk."

"Vacation?" This was something that Nighthawk had unexpected. This word was so strange to him, and perhaps he would never have the chance to be with him in this life.

He had already devoted his life to the army and to the secret front. He rarely remembered that he would still have a private life in his spare time, and everything about him should be his brothers. But the sudden relaxation at this moment caught him off guard and stood there at a loss.

As if he could see through his thoughts, Old Zhou patted Nighthawk's shoulder and said comfortingly: "Go home and have a look. I know you haven't been back for a long time."

No longer cared about the numb and unresponsive Nighthawk, Lao Zhou turned around and walked back.

Without taking two steps, he suddenly paused, as if he had thought of something, and said loudly: "There are two cars at the door. You can follow your command. You can leave whenever you want. Let go of yourself, and you should find your original self."

Like when he came, there was no greeting. When the Nighthawk came to his senses, Lao Zhou had disappeared at the end of the bluestone steps ahead. The Buddha never appeared, it was just a daydream of the Nighthawk.

"Retrieve yourself, where are I?" Nighthawk murmured in confusion, feeling a sense of confusion in his heart.

"Captain, why are you standing under the sun? This sun is so poisonous, don't get heatstroke!" The black bear's care suddenly rang in his ears, scaring the nighthawk. Maybe he was too devoted, and even the black bear didn't notice it when he walked to him.

Regardless of the black bear's strange expression, Nighthawk only smiled awkwardly: "Why are you here? Is there anything wrong?" Nighthawk still respects this comrade who usually looks like his big brother.

The black bear instantly forgot the dullness of Nighthawk just now, and laughed and said, "Oh, I almost forgot that the kid from the military assassin is so good that he can get off the ground and walk around without help. He is so fast."

Nighthawk also felt relieved all over. Although this kid woke up, he had been hiding for almost a month. Now that he can finally stand up, it means that this kid has finally survived.

There are many people who just can't pass this last level and never stand up again in their lives. It seems that love and comrades are still very great.

"Let's go and see. This kid will be honest when he moves. Don't miss one of them, and cause something to happen to us." Nighthawk laughed and joked, "By the way, I have something to tell you."|

Halfway up the mountainside of the sanatorium, a unique house built in half a room was blown by the cool breeze and was not attacked by the heat outside the house, giving people a feeling of being in the world.

The team members were sitting together, waiting quietly for the Nighthawk to speak.

"Old Zhou came just now and asked me to say hello to everyone. He couldn't say hello to everyone if he had something to do. He told me that the organization decided to give us a big vacation. Whoever you want to go wherever you want to go? There are two cars at the door, so you can listen to your order at any time."

Wow! It was like a small bomb exploded, and the team members whispered in excitement.

After being bored for so long, those who are injured have recovered almost. Rehabilitation! It is like being in jail. People like Black Bear, who have family and career have long been home and are already home.

They all said where they were going, what they were going to do, and even had their plans to go here.

Listening to the team members cheerfully telling each other that they were eager to return home, the Nighthawk stood alone at the window. Facing the breeze, he quietly lit a cigarette, staring at the overlapping mountains in the distance, as if he was about to see the scenery further away through the rows of green, as if he was deep and lonely.

"Captain, what's wrong?" Black Bear saw that Nighthawk was a little uncomfortable, and couldn't help but come up to ask for concern.

"Nothing!" Nighthawk turned his head and smiled faintly at the Black Bear, but the ridiculousness was full of confusion and uncertainty: "I was just thinking, you all left, where should I go?"

"Aren't you going home? By the way, I've been with you for so long, why haven't you ever heard you mention house?" Black Bear asked curiously.

"Home? Haha, I'm already gone!" Nighthawk smiled so miserably that even the black bear was so sad when he saw it.

No one asked anything more! The expression of Nighthawk was something that the team members had never seen before. Everyone knew that the strong Nighthawk was really sad at this time.

"Captain, go to my place!" Black Bear suddenly said, "Do you remember what I told you last time? My wife looked for a good girl for you. After hearing everything about you, the girl really wanted to meet you. It's just right, so don't miss it."

Nighthawk was stunned. Listening to such a funny and crying consolation, Nighthawk suddenly pulled out of the past.

None of the soldiers was a fuel-saving lamp. When he heard the Black Bear's words, he immediately rushed up. Even the military stinging on the chair was breathing, with Monroe's careful support, and struggled to come forward.

"Yes, captain, go and find us a sister-in-law, too."

"Yes, captain, you are a big boss, so hurry up."

"Captain, if you don't look for it, you can't tell whether the thing below is useful or not."

Listening to the extremely devastating military sects as soon as they came up, everyone booed, and even Monroe beside her lowered her head.

"Okay, then go and have a look." Nighthawk, who was really entangled, had to reluctantly agree. He would never have thought that what he seduced with sadness might be a long-lost happiness.

"However, I want to go home, but haven't been back for a long time. I have to go back and see some things." Nighthawk remembered Lao Zhou's words. At this time, his heart was as impatient as everyone who wanted to go home.

"Captain, I'll accompany you." Landmine suddenly stood up and said with a lonely face.

At this time, Nighthawk discovered that there was actually a person like him in this room, all of whom were all over the world.

"Okay, let's go together." Nighthawk nodded.

"And there is me." Mengfei also urged him to jump up.

Nighthawk laughed and forgot that there was such a troublesome guy who was also homeless.
Chapter completed!