Song Yiyuan put all the things in the hall: "Qingqing, I put the things here. You pack them first and I return the car. I will come back to boil water for you to wash up."
Lin Qingqing glanced She glanced at Song Yiyuan and said, "Don't call me Qingqing in the future."
Every time Song Yiyuan called her that, she would get goosebumps all over her body.
Song Yiyuan: "Why?"
Lin Qingqing sat down and looked up at him: "Because I am a major general, this is a military order."
Song Yiyuan looked down. Looking at the ground: "Oh"
Lin Qingqing took out the meat buns from the bag, put it on the table, picked up one and ate it.
Song Yiyuan saw that she was eating, so he hurried out, returned the car to the troops and came back quickly.
Lin Qingqing was eating steamed buns and caught a glimpse of the notebook on the dining table, which contained Xiaomei's notes on drafting math problems.
That day, he told Political Commissar Wang that he wanted junior high school and high school textbooks. At around nine o'clock the next morning, his guard Shen Youguo delivered two sets of textbooks, along with a bag of plain draft paper and two A pen, a pencil.
Today she was shopping for a skirt, and she specially bought an elegant style to give to You Manhua next door.
In the days since You Manhua came back, he only came out occasionally to show his face. The rest of the time he was at home, not sure if he was resting or busy with other things.
The sisters-in-law in the family compound are now busy getting herbal medicine, their feet are not touching the ground, they can't wait to use one second as two seconds, how can they have the mind to do some trivial things.
So Youmanhua can stay at home and not care about anything.
Lin Qingqing thought that when she was at home, Xiaomei would always chatter around her. After coming to the army, the yard had never been as quiet as it is today.
The yard outside was dark, and the crickets in the corner were chirping, chirping, chirping, making people feel even more lonely.
Just when Lin Qingqing was stunned, the courtyard door was opened from the outside, and it was Song Yiyuan who came back.
Seeing Lin Qingqing still sitting in the yard, he turned around and gently closed the door and locked it.
When he walked into the hall, he saw that the clothes beside Lin Qingqing were still the same, and there was a hint of loneliness in his expression. He asked with concern: "Are you tired?"
Lin Qingqing shook her head. He lowered his eyes and said nothing.
"I'm going to boil water for you to wash up now." He glanced at Lin Qingqing again, then turned and went to the kitchen.
Ten minutes later, Song Yiyuan came in with the washbasin and put it on the washstand. He washed the towel in it and wrung it out and put it on the basin.
Turning around and seeing that Lin Qingqing had packed the things he bought today, he said, "Wash your face first, then your feet."
Lin Qingqing stood up and walked to the shelf and looked at it. She said, "You don't need to be so meticulous. I don't have hands. Just boil the water."
Song Yiyuan scratched his head. He remembered that the chief said that Political Commissar Wang took care of Manhua's sister-in-law at home.
"Okay."
He took the footbath and went to the kitchen to get a basin of water, put it next to the bench, then sat aside and waited for Lin Qing to come over and wash her face. foot.
Lin Qingqing saw him sitting aside with his back straight, and asked coldly: "Aren't you going to wash up?"
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Song Yiyuan coughed lightly. He just wanted to sit next to her for a while, but his clear look seemed to dislike him.
"I'll wash it later."
Lin Qingqing didn't pay attention to him. He took the foot wipes and slippers, took off his white shoes, took off his socks, and exposed his two feet. Feet as white and tender as jade.
The second Song Yiyuan saw those feet, he turned his head and looked away.
Those feet must be soft to the touch, this thought kept spinning in Song Yiyuan's mind.
Lin Qingqing put her feet in the basin, and the hot water flooded her ankles. Her originally white and tender feet became pink and tender in an instant.
Song Yiyuan lowered his head and caught a glimpse of this scene, his heart beat quickly unconsciously, and his face became very hot.
"You go ahead and wash it. I have something to do when I go back to the house." He said as he stood up.
Afraid that his blush would be seen by Lin Qingqing, he walked very fast and returned to his room in a few steps.
He breathed out gently, closed the door, sat on the chair in front of the desk, and looked at the quiet night outside through the window.
After a few seconds, he leaned back on the chair, relieved all his strength, and raised his head half-way along with the movement.
The clear mandible line highlights his facial features in a more three-dimensional manner, and the junction line between the nose and forehead is raised high, with unique male characteristics.
The facial features are like Greek sculptures, with impeccable proportions both from the front and the side. A pair of eagle eyes look up with a cold warning look, while the lowered eyes look as full as a pool of water. tenderness.
He frowned slightly, squinting his eyes and recalling how he felt when he first saw Lin Qingqing. She was good-looking, but before, he felt that she was just a skin, because he had grown up since he was a child. His good looks caused him a lot of trouble, so he never had to judge a person's looks by whether they looked good or not.
Later... He couldn't remember when he started to pay attention to her, care about her, and develop feelings for her.
The more he thought about it, the tighter his brows furrowed.
He suddenly thought of a poem. He didn't know where it started, but it went deeper and deeper.
"Bang~" was the sound of the door closing as Lin Qingqing entered the house.
Song Yiyuan also hurriedly came out to wash up, fearing that he would make any noise that would affect Lin Qingqing's sleep.
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The next day, Lin Qingqing arrived at seven o'clock as usualWhen she got up, she went to wash up. When she passed the hall, she saw water already placed on the wash stand and towels placed on the basin.
Song Yiyuan was sitting at the desk in his room writing something. When he noticed someone moving around in the hall, he turned around and saw Lin Qingqing who had just gotten up.
"The face wash is ready." He looked at Lin Qingqing with watery eyes and stood up.
Lin Qingqing turned around and picked up a towel to wash her face without saying anything to him.
Song Yiyuan walked out of the room and went to the kitchen to bring breakfast to the living room.
In the morning, I eat the steamed buns and pickled radish that Xiaomei made before.