At night in Zhaoshan, mist rises, and the shadowy moon rises from the sky, illuminating the quiet mountains and forests like a fairyland in a painting. The mountain breeze blows on the face, just like the little hands of a playful child, lightly touching people's cheeks.
Passing by, the corners of Yao Xiaojing's mouth were slightly raised by the gentle wind. She narrowed her crystal clear eyes and reached out to touch the wild flowers that could be seen everywhere on the narrow mountain roadside.
White, yellow, and purple. After a while, I picked a small handful.
She raised the bouquet, stretched it out to the military academy instructor who was walking calmly on his back, and said in a brisk tone: "Instructor Chen, do you think it's beautiful?"
Her slender and soft chest pressed against his solid and broad back, and even a few strands of broken hair naughtily penetrated into the back of his slender neck. She felt his body stiffen suddenly, and she realized it belatedly.
Her behavior was a little off the rails.
"Well..." After a while, Yao Xiaojing heard his soft affirmation.
The mountains and forests are silent, the Xiang River is gurgling, and the spring clothes are wet on the branches above the moon. In the silence, my nose is filled with the faint fragrance of wild flowers and the smell of his body. Smelling the fresh smell that is quite like a mixture of pine wood and grass,
Yao Xiaojing was a little dazed. In front of her eyes, a scene from a long time ago in her memory seemed to appear.
It's been so long that the pictures in her memory have turned yellow. But under the moonlight in the middle of the night, she snuggled tightly against her father's straight back, feeling drowsy. She couldn't forget it even if she wanted to. Her father also had this feeling.
His breath was more masculine than that of flint and gunpowder smoke. Her father carried her on his back as he walked home, humming Soviet songs in a low voice. His magnetic voice combined with her mother's round and sweet female voice made her lips twitch.
I never dared to let it go.
The reason why she didn't let it go was that she was reluctant to let it go.
Because her father and mother had too few days together, pitifully few. How she longed for happiness to stay forever in her memory of those nights when she was singing comfortably. At that time, Yao Xiaojing had a father, a mother, and a family...
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"Why are you crying?" Chen Mufeng felt the moisture on his neck and couldn't help but slow down.
Yao Xiaojing was awakened by his voice, and quickly turned her face to the side and wiped the water stains on her face with her sleeves. She managed to maintain a smiling voice: "This pollen... is quite irritating to the eyes."
"Oh... let me hold it for you." Chen Mufeng opened a hand and reached over the bouquet of wild flowers to hold it for her.
Through the thin moonlight, she saw the sweat on his forehead, and his deep and deep eyes were shining brightly under the light. Yao Xiaojing was stared at by him, and her heart moved for no reason, as if she was being stared at by someone.
If pinched hard, it will become sore and painful.
"Let's take a rest. You're quite tired after walking for a long time." She suggested that the two of them take a short break on the shortcut that Chen Mufeng found.
Chen Mufeng insisted on walking. He said: "I'm not tired and don't need to rest. The leader must be very anxious now. I have to take you out quickly."
"Instructor Chen..." Only then did Yao Xiaojing think of the difficult situation he was about to face.
"Huh?" He responded in a low voice.
"You won't be punished because of me..."
Chen Mufeng almost didn't think about it and immediately replied: "No."
Yao Xiaojing breathed a sigh of relief, put her face against his back and murmured: "Then I'm relieved... But don't be afraid, instructor, if the bullshit leader really wants to punish you, I will help you settle it."
She? A little girl who helps him deal with the lieutenant colonel leader and the leaders of K University?