Chapter 481: A Marriage in One Word 5

Jin Cunxu: "Caring about your brother-in-law is beneficial to promoting the harmonious relationship between the two families." It can also promote the relationship between husband and wife. He did not say this sentence.

Long Lifei narrowed his eyes: "I have my own sense of discretion."

Jin Cunxu's brows were filled with a smile, he was silent for a long time, and said something profound: "In the political chess game, you cannot be merciful, but in the emotional chess game, you cannot kill decisively, otherwise, the consequences will be disastrous."

"Thank you for your concern!" Long Lifei dropped the chess piece and captured his piece again.

In this round, winning or losing is decided.

Jin Cunxu didn't say anything more. He said everything that should be said and what shouldn't be said. Whether he could figure out how to choose was Long Li's own business.

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Gu Mingxi saw Jin Cunxu and Long Lifei playing chess through the window. Long Ziqi carried Long Jin downstairs, and Ye Qingcheng followed behind. She couldn't help laughing and said to her husband: "Mingzhengju has never been so lively.

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It is no regret to see such a scene in my lifetime.

Long Pei put his long arm around his wife's shoulders and hummed softly. His eyes casually scanned the people in the picture, seeming a little indifferent.

He has experienced life and death several times in this life, and his relationship with Gu Mingxi has been so bumpy and winding that he almost can't hold on. In the end, he still has a win-win relationship and career, and he has lived up to Long Xiao's high expectations for him, and he has lived up to the dead man.

"Qin Zheng"'s entrustment to him!

He once thought that he could arrange a smooth and less tortuous road for his children. Later, he suddenly realized that everyone has their own life and path to take. No matter how to avoid it, fate has already been arranged.

There is no way to avoid it, you can only face it.

They have aged, and their skin has been left with shallow marks by the wind and frost. This is an unavoidable reality. One day he and Gu Mingxi will leave this world, and their story will eventually end with death.

The end of one story is the beginning of another new story. Now this is their era and their story!

Long Ziqi carried Long Jin and walked to Jin Cunxu's side. He naturally stretched out his hand to hold Long Ziqi's hand. When the two people's eyes met, the deep affection in their eyes made others envious.

The chess game is over and the winner is: Long Lifei.

Because since Long Ziqi and Long Jin came over, Jin Cunxu couldn't concentrate and just wanted to end it early and help her hold Long Jin.

Even after losing, Jin Cunxu smiled, took his son from Long Ziqi's arms, held her hand, and said in a gentle voice: "Let's go for a walk."

Long Ziqi nodded and gave Long Lifei a look when he turned around.

Ye Qingcheng saw it, looked at Long Lifei, and asked in a low voice: "What does she mean?"

Long Lifei didn't finish speaking. When he stood up, he stretched his long arms in front of her and said with a smile on his thin lips: "Let's go for a walk too."

Ye Qingcheng lowered his eyes and saw the palm of his hand with complicated palm lines. He hesitantly put his hand in his palm and was grabbed. He knew that this was just a show, a show for interested people, but when he quickly tightened his fingers

When he held her hand, he seemed to be holding a certain part of her body, tightly and airtight, with no way out.

Walking deeper along the bluestone path, the autumn wind is bleak, and all the trees have withered green leaves. The bare branches make people feel depressed, and an inexplicable sadness lingers.

Ye Qingcheng kept lowering her head and looking at her feet. She didn't like autumn. She always felt that the breath of autumn was too sad and made people feel depressed.

"You liked this tree garden very much when you were a child." He suddenly stopped and spoke in a low voice.

Ye Qingcheng loved this pear forest every time she went to Mingzhengju when she was little. Especially every time the pear trees bloomed, the white petals were blown off by the wind and fluttered in the air. It was so beautiful that it looked like something out of a movie lens.

scene.

Ye Qingcheng smiled: "Then do you still remember which tree you like to sleep on the most?"

Long Lifei frowned, thought for a while, and shook his head. How could he remember such a thing!

Since taking over as president, he has been extremely busy and has no time to rest every day. There is no chance to come here to relax.

"Follow me!" Ye Qingcheng held his hand and pulled him into the desolate woods, walking deep into the middle.

A few withered yellow leaves hung on the branches, with the sound of wind in her ears. She held his hand tightly with one hand and pointed to the tree in front of her with one hand: "That's it."

"Every tree is the same, how do you know it's the one?" Long Lifei didn't quite believe her words. He didn't even remember it. How could she remember it when she was so young?

Ye Qingcheng didn't explain, he just pointed at the roots of the tree.

Long Lifei let go of her hand and leaned forward to take a look. On the uneven bark of the tree, there were several crooked fonts carved with a knife.

"The tree with alluring leaves."

Long Lifei read out, and a silent smile escaped from his thin lips. He looked back at her, "Don't you know that such behavior is bad?"

Ye Qingcheng shrugged his shoulders indifferently, "If there is an afterlife, I will be a tree and stand for eternity without any postures of joy and sorrow. Half of them are peaceful in the soil, half of them are flying in the wind, half of them are covered with shade, and half of them are bathed in the sun. Very silent.

, very proud, never rely on, never look for.”

It's rare to hear such artistic poetry from her mouth.

"What do you think?" Ye Qingcheng asked.

Long Lifei was silent for a moment, then asked: "What if someone cuts it down?"

Ye Qingcheng: "..."

Forget it, I consider myself a very unromantic and vulgar person, but I didn’t expect that your noble Excellency is even more incomprehensible to the style and is a piece of wood!

There is no way to communicate at all!

Ye Qingcheng took the lead to walk back, fuming, and his depressed fists itched to hit someone!

Long Lifei knew that she was annoyed, so he didn't rush to coax her. He followed her to the bluestone road, walked up to her in three steps and two steps, and held her hand.

Ye Qingcheng instinctively wanted to shake off his hand. He tried twice and failed. When he was about to shake his hand for the third time, he heard his low voice in his ears: "Be good, don't make trouble..."

Her voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of indulgence. She really didn't let go of his hand and let him hold her hand.

It wasn't entirely because of his voice, but because they found a servant watching them...

A Qing's hands are not like Yan'er's. Although they are slender, they are not soft. Probably due to handling guns all the time, the joints of her fingers are covered with thick calluses. Therefore, when holding her hand, you can feel the calluses on her joints.

people.

Long Lifei's eyes were looking forward, but his peripheral vision glanced at the young girl beside him from time to time. She was as bright as water, full of vitality, her eyebrows were flying, but she was also tough and restrained, with strong willpower and explosive power.

Thinking that she went to the military area when she was 12 years old, her heart suddenly tightened. She must have suffered a lot in these years.

Long Lifei did not take her back, but took her to the activity room.

Ye Qingcheng has been to Mingzhengju many times but never knew that Mingzhengju originally had a shooting room. It is located at the most inconspicuous corner of Mingzhengju. Usually no one comes here, so it is very quiet.

When Ye Qingcheng saw the firearms exhibits placed in the glass cabinets, Juanxiu's brows slowly frowned: "Why do these firearms look familiar to me?"

"You don't remember these, what about these?" He slightly bent his index finger, tapped on the glass, and looked at her with bright eyes.

When Ye Qingcheng saw those drawing papers, there was a touch of surprise in his eyes, and he smiled: "You made the sketch I drew into a finished product?"

These sketches were probably made when she was fifteen!

It was just a random drawing on a whim, and there were still many flaws and loopholes, so when he asked himself what to do with it, she said throw it away.

But I didn’t expect that not only did he not throw them away, he also made them into finished products!

How could this make her not overjoyed?

Long Lifei looked at those firearms, admiring them with his eyes, and said solemnly: "You are very talented in this area, it would be a pity to throw them away."

"Can these be used?" Ye Qingcheng's eyes were filled with anticipation. She wanted to know what it would feel like to use the firearm she designed.

Long Lifei nodded, unlocked the fingerprint lock, and asked her to pick out two.

Although the original sketch had some flaws and loopholes, he found experts to make slight modifications, and the finished product was tested, and there were no problems.

Ye Qingcheng touched the gunshot and played with it carefully, excited, with a smile on his face, "Long Lifei, how about a competition between us? If you lose, you have to promise me one thing!"

Another thing?

Long Lifei frowned subconsciously.

Seeing his complicated expression, Ye Qingcheng smiled and said: "You have done the most difficult thing, what are you still afraid of? Don't worry, I won't ask you to sacrifice your appearance!"

Long Lifei: "..."

Seeing her so happy, there was no reason to refuse, the competition was inevitable.

Ye Qingcheng was not wearing a headset. He was holding a gun of his own design and fired ten shots in a row.

Nine shots of red hearts were still in the same position, exactly the same. The last shot was a few millimeters off.

This result is considered to be at the top in the military region, not to mention that she is using a new gun, which she designed herself.

Ye Qingcheng turned around and looked at Long Lifei who was standing aside. He deliberately imitated the female agent in the movie and fired the gun, then blew a few puffs into the wisps of white smoke from the muzzle to express confidence and provocation.

She knew that Long Lifei didn't like shooting very much, and his marksmanship was probably not that accurate.

Long Lifei's thin lips were slightly tickled by her childish movements. A faint smile flashed across his eyes. He raised his gun and fired ten shots. The time intervals between each shot were evenly spaced. His arms were steady and strong, without any traces.

trembling, and the result left Ye Qingcheng stunned.

"This, this, how is this possible?" Ye Qingcheng stared blankly at his target. Not only did all ten shots hit the red heart, but they all penetrated through the gap of the first shot without any deviation.

Such achievements seem to be something only her father Ye Jia can achieve!

"I don't believe it, it's impossible!"
To be continued...