When the two entered the family compound, Lin Qingqing asked Song Yiyuan to go back first, while she went to water the private plot.
"You go back to cook first, and I will water the private plot."
Song Yiyuan's face darkened a bit after hearing this: "You have a man in your family, so you can go by yourself." I'll go water whatever you want. You go back and rest first."
Lin Qingqing: "..."
This little temper is coming back.
"There are sisters-in-law over there, so if you go there as a grown man, you will be laughed at." She reminded her kindly.
Don’t you want to lose face?
"A wife is more important than face."
Song Yiyuan said the next sentence and walked towards the private plot.
Lin Qingqing raised her eyebrows and turned right into the small courtyard.
You asked for this. I guess the sisters-in-law in the compound will gossip again tomorrow.
After returning home, Lin Qingqing took out a few apples from the space, washed two, and gave the other to Song Yiyuan.
Then I sat in the pergola and ate apples slowly.
Song Yiyuan came back half an hour later.
He was also carrying a large bag of clothes.
"This is what Li Zhiming's wife gave me. She said the clothes are ready." Song Yiyuan put the big bag on the bluestone board and looked at Lin Qingqing and explained.
Lin Qingqing stood up and picked up the apple on the table, came out of the pergola and walked to Song Yiyuan, handing the apple to Song Yiyuan.
Song Yiyuan smiled and took it, put it in his pocket, washed his hands and wiped them clean, then took out the apple and ate it.
Lin Qingqing opened the bag and took out the clothes one by one.
The two pink Doliang gowns were worn in autumn. She and Xiaomei each had one. The fabric was given by Aunt Wang next door.
Two pairs of thick gray cloth trousers, one for Xiaomei and one for autumn.
The next item is a red short coat. The fabric was bought by Lin’s mother when she got married. She was not used to wearing bright red, so she made the coat for Xiaomei.
Another long coat made of blue and black cloth belongs to Lin Qingqing.
Then there are two pairs of cotton pants, one for each of Xiaomei.
At the bottom is a cotton vest, the same fabric as Lin Qingqing's jacket.
Song Yiyuan watched Lin Qingqing take out clothes one by one, either tops or pants, all women's.
I instantly felt that the apple in my mouth was no longer sweet.
I made a big bag of clothes together, but I never thought about making one for myself.
"This is a vest made for you."
Lin Qingqing handed the blue and black cotton vest to Song Yiyuan.
Song Yiyuan, who looked lonely one second, turned his eyebrows and eyes into a smile the next second.
Seeing him smiling like a child, Lin QingQing still relented, and she explained a few more words: "You wear military uniforms all year round in the army. You couldn't wear jackets and trousers, so you made them to wear underneath."
She said After saying this, he shrugged his nose.
At that time, it was obviously Honghua who said that there was plenty of cotton and fabric and suggested that she make a vest, so she made it.
Today, I directly used it to deceive Song Yiyuan's feelings, and my face didn't turn red and my heart didn't beat.
Song Yiyuan was already elated when he saw the vest, and when he heard these thoughtful words, he was laughing behind his ears.
"Qingqing, you are so kind."
Song Yiyuan held the vest in his arms and felt warm.
Lin Qingqing, who had never seen Song Yiyuan smiling so happily, felt that this man was so easily moved.
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She picked up the clothes on the bluestone board and directed Song Yiyuan to work.
"Well, let's go cook."
Song Yiyuan lowered his head and looked at his vest, thinking about how to return Lin Qingqing's gift.
Lin Qingqing took all the clothes back to the room and put them in the cabinet. When she saw the clothes today, she thought of Xiaomei. She would be home tomorrow morning, and she didn't know what she would be like then.
Lin Qingqing came out after putting away her clothes, poured a glass of water and went into the pergola.
When passing by the kitchen, I glanced at Song Yiyuan, who was chopping vegetables attentively.
He took off his military uniform and wore regular clothes.
Wearing military trousers, a green blouse, and a blue apron tied around his waist, he has a tall and slender figure, and a perfect profile... He is a sight to behold even when standing in the kitchen.
Lin Qingqing came to the pergola with a glass of water and sat down. She took out the herbs for facial balm and started tinkering with them.
An hour later, Lin Qingqing's medicine was almost ready, and Song Yiyuan also walked out of the kitchen.
"Get ready to eat."
Lin Qingqing turned her head and looked at Song Yiyuan. God is really unfair. When others cook, they smell of oil smoke and are messy.
Song Yiyuan looked the same when he went in, and he looked the same when he came out, even his hair was not messed up.
Lin Qingqing walked to the water pump to wash her hands. When she got up, Song Yiyuan was already standing next to her with a towel.
"I'll wipe your hands." He covered Lin Qingqing's hands with a towel.
The two held hands together across the towel, feeling the warmth of each other's hands.
Song Yiyuan wiped it very seriously, and Lin Qingqing felt a little uncomfortable.
She pulled out her hand: "That's it."
After saying that, she was about to go into the kitchen to serve the food, and Song Yiyuan grabbed her arm.
"I won't need you to go into the kitchen when I'm home from now on."
Lin Qingqing: "..." Do we really want to raise her as a useless person?
She sat in the hall and waited obediently to eat, watching Song Yiyuan run three times to bring all the food.
After Song Yiyuan sat down, Lin Qingqing picked up chopsticks to eat.
In the evening, Song Yiyuan cooked two dishes and a stewed egg, which were served with millet porridge.
"This steamed egg is specially made for you."
Yesterday it was pear soup, today it is steamed egg.
Song Yiyuan's cooking skills were pretty good, so Lin Qingqing thought to herself and asked, "You're pretty good at cooking."
Song Yiyuan gave a stiff smile and explained, "My parents have been working since childhood. Everyone in the family has their own things to do. I am the youngest in the family. When I grew up, I cooked for myself, so I know how to cook some dishes."
Lin Qingqing nodded, it seemed that Song Yiyuan's childhood was like that. Not that happy. I just saw him mentioning things about his family and childhood, and his face didn't look so happy.
Lin Qingqing changed the topic: "What did you tell the people in the team about me at the base?"
She was quite curious. It was said above that her identity cannot be disclosed. .
Song Yiyuan: "I canceled Xiao Zhan's vacation for the year and doubled the training intensity. If other people see you at the base in the future, they will treat it as if they haven't seen you. You don't have to be mentally burdened. "
The corners of Lin Qingqing's mouth twitched, trying to attract hatred for her.
Killing chickens to scare monkeys is not the way to go.
(I am revising the love line chapter today, so the update is a bit slow. I will update it four times in the next few days and write the love line. The next chapter will be updated at 6 o'clock. Thank you all, Baozi. Reward. )
(Removal: You Baozi said that the heroine is too cold and I don’t like it. I want to explain here that the heroine is a more sensible person because she is going to do big things in the future and is not sure. Is the male protagonist a person who can be together? I don’t want to give my feelings before, and I am afraid that I will let others down if I give hope. )
(Demining 2: You Baozi said that the male protagonist suddenly fell in love with him. Now, the male protagonist likes the female protagonist. He had a crush on the female protagonist before going on the mission, but he doesn’t know it. He can follow the female protagonist to the army, but he didn’t directly bring Xiaomei with him. From his objections and arranging furniture for the heroine, it can be seen that he will consider the heroine in his heart.
Then he went on a mission and did not see her for a long time. He saw her when he was about to die. Only then did I realize that I had a crush on the heroine. Then I went back to the army to recuperate and was unable to come out of the health center. After staying for a while, I couldn't see the heroine. The more I missed the heroine, the more I liked her. There is also a psychological feeling for me. What you can’t get will make you want it more)