Because there is no substantive evidence, Lin Dingding's one-sided words alone have an impact on an excellent warrior who has always had an excellent reputation and is praised by everyone, but it is not big. Moreover, Wang Zhong has always behaved very calmly, and

He is upright and magnanimous, without any guilt or timidity after doing something wrong.

This makes people doubt the authenticity of this matter.

Moreover, when the original person was hugging Lin Dingding, he happened to be caught by several male comrades from the art troupe. None of the comrades saw what Lin Dingding said. Naturally, it was impossible to follow Lin Dingding's words to slander Wang Zhong.

More importantly, after investigation, it was also discovered that Lin Dingding also had an unclear relationship with Dr. Zhang and Director Wu, and both of them had hugged Lin Dingding. This was seen by many people.

Doctor Zhang and Director Wu also personally admitted that they were pursuing Lin Dingding, and they both thought that they and Lin Dingding were already a match.

Because they not only hugged Lin Dingding, but even kissed her.

But naturally they won't tell others about this.

But just the previous ones that many people know are enough.

As for what Lin Dingding said, the original person's hands were dishonest and he was about to unbutton her underwear. The credibility of this statement is even more open to question.

But despite this, Wang Zhong of the art troupe was destined to have no way to stay any longer. News came from the logging company that there was a shortage of people. The superiors made a conclusion and asked Wang Zhong to set off immediately the next day to go to the Sichuan-Yunnan border.

The logging company reported that it was a horizontal transfer. In the past, it was also the deputy company. Everyone who knows knows that the transfer from the cultural troupe to the logging company is no different from the officials in the ancient capital or those in remote places.

Wang Zhong didn't say anything or complain.

If it had been useful, Liu Feng would not have been sent to log wood in the original work.

What kind of person Liu Feng is and how he behaves in daily life is something everyone has seen and experienced personally.

It was said that such a good old man could act like a hooligan, let alone the political commissar of the regiment, and the rest of the regiment would never believe it.

In particular, Lin Dingding still has certain problems with his own style, which is no secret in the group.

However, this kind of thing is voluntary. Lin Dingding has not established a relationship with anyone. Naturally, everyone has the right to pursue. Boys pursue girls they like, and even several boys pursue an 'excellent' girl, especially Lin Dingding.

Raising such a beautiful girl is not a very sinful thing in the eyes of everyone, so they naturally turn a blind eye and close one eye. They won’t say anything more, only a few sour words about Lin Dingding’s appearance.

Be beautiful and charming.

But now, seeing that his love is about to leave, he will soon be assigned to the most painful and tiring logging company.

Just thinking about it makes me feel sad.

Wang Zhong still said nothing and acted extremely calm, which surprised the group leader.

After completing the formalities, Wang Zhong followed his original memory and went straight back to the dormitory.

The dormitory is very clean and tidy, and everything is placed in an orderly manner.

While Wang Zhong packed his things, he slowly digested the memories from his original body.

Seeing that the clothes were almost put away, a knock on the door suddenly rang, awakening Wang Zhong from the ocean of memory. He walked to the door, opened the door, and a young girl with twin ponytails like Zheng Juan appeared in front of him.

..."Xiao Ping?" After digesting Liu Feng's memory, Wang Zhong was deeply impressed by the girl in front of him, and at the same time, he also remembered this scene.

"Come in and sit down!" Wang Zhong directly invited He Xiaoping into the room without asking why.

He Xiaoping did not move, but looked at Wang Zhong and asked, "I heard you are leaving tomorrow?"

"Yes!" Wang Zhong said, "The logging company is short of people. I have been asked to leave tomorrow."

"Come in quickly! Sit on my bed."

Wang Zhong gestured for He Xiaoping to sit on his bed, while he walked to the table, picked up a tea jar, turned to look at He Xiaoping and asked, "There are no extra tea jars in the house. If you don't mind, you can use my tea jar?"

He Xiaoping nodded, and Wang Zhong opened the lid of the teapot, picked up the kettle, and poured half a cup of water.

"Which company did you decentralize? Is it far from us?" He Xiaoping asked.

Wang Zhong handed the teapot to He Xiaoping, "The Sichuan-Yunnan border is five or six days' journey from us."

"How come you are not sad at all?" He Xiaoping looked at the smile on Wang Zhong's face, looked at his calmness and calmness, looked at his calmness, and had many words on his lips, but she didn't know what to say.

How can I say this, so I squeezed out this sentence.

"Why should I be sad?" Wang Zhong said with a smile. The sunlight poured in from the window and happened to shine on Wang Zhong's body. Under the warm and bright sunlight, his shallow smile seemed to bring a bit of spring warmth.

"Aren't you sad that Lin Dingding treated you like this?" He Xiaoping didn't know how she asked this question. It was like a strange coincidence. "It took a lot of effort to transfer the art troupe from the company, and now it has to be transferred back. It is still the hardest work of logging."

even."

"Maybe the company is more suitable for me than the art troupe."

The smile on Wang Zhong's face has not faded. "Xiao Ping, have you heard of this sentence? Go your own way and let others speak!"

"Go your own way and let others tell you?" He Xiaoping repeated it and shook her head, somewhat understanding, but not very understanding.

Wang Zhongdao said, "Everyone's life is his own and unique. Other people's gossip, apart from being unpleasant, will not cause any substantial harm to us. But if we talk about other people, we can't control what others say. We just need to

Just be ourselves."

"Just be yourself, okay?" He Xiaoping looked at Wang Zhong, who was very different from the past, and seemed to be brighter, and she wanted her to get closer and understand him more.

But suddenly he realized that he came here to comfort Wang Zhong, but now he was being comforted by Wang Zhong instead.

"I believe you about Lin Dingding's matter!" He Xiaoping mustered up her courage, looked into Wang Zhong's eyes and said, "They are the ones who framed you."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! "You are right, we have the power to speak to others. We have no control over what others say. As long as we act and sit upright, we are not afraid of being slandered by others.

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Wang Zhong also looked at her and said sincerely, "Thank you, Xiaoping!"

He Xiaoping showed a smile on her face, stood up, and said, "What can I do for you?"

Wang Zhong looked at the box of prizes for outstanding pacesetters on the table and said, "If you are willing, help me deal with all these things!"

..."If you don't dislike it, you can take it back and use it."

He Xiaoping walked around, looked at the prizes in the cardboard box, and said in surprise, "These are all good, don't you want any more?"

"I was transferred from the company. I know what life is like in the company. There is no room for so many personal belongings in the barracks. I can't take them with me anyway. If you don't mind, just take them all back."

"Then I'll keep it for you and return it to you later!" He Xiaoping looked at this box of items that represented her original honor and said seriously.

"Then I have to thank you properly!" Wang Zhong looked at He Xiaoping and suddenly began to ponder, raising his hand to hold his chin, "Let me think about it, how should I thank you?"

"We are all comrades in arms, so we can't say thank you." He Xiaoping lowered her head and said, avoiding Wang Zhong's gaze.

Wang Zhong suddenly felt that He Xiaoping in front of him was so cute.

"Well, when it's time for dinner later, you go to the cafeteria early and I'll see if I can give you a surprise!" Wang Zhong said with a smile.

"Okay, then I'll wait." He Xiaoping said with the same smile, and happened to see a few clothes on Wang Zhong's bed, and his backpack was open and placed on the stool.

"If you don't mind, I can help you clean it up!" He Xiaoping asked cautiously, a little uneasy, as if she was afraid of Wang Zhong's rejection.

Wang Zhong said without thinking, "Okay! I wish I could have asked for it!"

He Xiaoping suddenly felt that the clouds in her heart were filled with clouds. The clouds cleared and the sun shone in. A bright smile appeared on her face. "Then just sit down for a while. It will be fine soon."

Wang Zhong sat on the lower bunk opposite, which was the bed of Zhu Ke who once disliked the smell of sweat on He Xiaoping's body. He put his hands on the bed board and looked at He Xiaoping's slightly bowed figure busy in front of the window, looking at the familiar pair of

The ponytail seemed to overlap with a familiar figure in my memory, and suddenly my heart moved.

After helping Wang Zhong pack his things, He Xiaoping left. She still had to train, so it was good that she could take the time to visit Wang Zhong.

In the afternoon, Wang Zhong went to the canteen, found the chef, and expressed his request.

I have to say that my popularity in the art troupe is indeed of some use.

The chef in the cafeteria immediately agreed to Wang Zhong's desire to cook a few side dishes himself.

Especially since Wang Zhong was carrying a large piece of bacon and said that all the leftovers from frying would belong to him.

Wang Zhong cut a strip of bacon into a section of fat and thin streaks without any bones. He cut it into a plate and gave the rest to the chef. He took some garlic sprouts and green peppers and made a stir-fried bacon with garlic sprouts.

Then he asked the chef for a small piece of pork belly. The chef thought about it and did not refuse. After all, the king didn't have many important things.

Using that small piece of pork belly and the noodles rolled out by Wang Zhong himself, he made a not-so-authentic fried noodles.

Dinner time was coming, and He Xiaoping arrived early as promised. Wang Zhong carried two aluminum lunch boxes in a net bag and took He Xiaoping out of the art troupe and sat down by the flower bed beside the curb outside the gate.

"What's so delicious? Are you going out to eat?" He Xiaoping was happy and angry at the same time, and the smile on her face almost never broke.

Wang Zhong handed her the aluminum lunch box with mixed noodles. As soon as He Xiaoping opened it, his eyes lit up instantly, and the familiar fragrance hit her nostrils. She couldn't help but shout out, "Zhajiang noodles?"

...He Xiaoping is from Yanjing and grew up eating fried noodles with soybean paste. However, life has been difficult these years and she has not been able to stir-fry pork belly with soybean paste very often, especially since He Xiaoping's stepfather was not kind to her.

Looking at the fried noodles in the aluminum lunch box, He Xiaoping suddenly froze, and the smile on her face gradually disappeared.

He took out a pair of tassels from his shoulder bag, wiped them with a handkerchief, and then handed them over.

"What's wrong?" Seeing that something was wrong with He Xiaoping's expression, Wang Zhong lowered his head and took a closer look, only to find that He Xiaoping's big black and white eyes had been covered with a hazy mist at some point.

Realizing her gaffe, He Xiaoping quickly raised her hand to wipe her eyes, raised her head, and smiled again on her face, "It's okay, I just remembered some things from the past. I'm sorry, I couldn't control my emotions."

"Having eyes in the front tells us that people should not always live in the past, but should focus on the present and look to the future."

He Xiaoping's eyes were full of excitement, she nodded, took the Kuai Zi handed over by Wang Zhong, and showed a happy smile from the bottom of her heart, "The fried noodles are very fragrant, they must be delicious."

He Xiaoping picked up a piece of noodles and took a bite. The familiar and yet delicious taste exploded in her mouth. While chewing the noodles, she couldn't help but praise, "It's delicious!"

Wang Zhong opened another aluminum lunch box, which was full of bacon and fried garlic. "A home-cooked dish from Sichuan and Guizhou, you can try it."
To be continued...