Xiang Chubei looked at the redness and swelling in the middle of Qin Qing's forehead and thought it was very funny, so he stepped forward with a smile. Qin Qing thought that he was going to clean herself up, so she quickly turned around and went back to the room, and lay down in the quilt obediently, leaving only her head outside.
Blinking his big eyes, he looked like a giant baby.
He walked over to Chu Bei, sat by the bed, and helped her tuck in the quilt: "Honey, you're injured, have a good rest."
Qin Qing had already traveled through time by herself, and Xiang Chu Bei still had her usual smiling face, but it was as tender as water. So, as if she was bewitched, she closed her eyes obediently and gradually fell asleep.
Xiang Chubei saw that his wife was already asleep, so he walked to his wife's desk and sat down, casually flipping through his wife's personal belongings. He flipped through several notebooks, almost all of which were densely packed notes taken during his senior year in high school.
Xiang Chu Bei looked at it and found it boring. He opened the drawer and saw a delicate small iron box. He knew that it was the cookies he sent her when he was in the third year of high school. They were American products.
Xiang Chubei opened the box with a faint smile. There was a stack of exquisite envelopes lying inside. When he saw the handwriting on the envelope, his expression changed instantly. He didn't need to say how beautiful Song Viscount's handwriting was, but after so many years
, Qin Qing has been collecting these love letters.
Xiang Chubei picked up the letters and pursed his lips. He was a sour scholar, and everything he did was so effeminate. So he walked to the window, opened a window, and folded the letters into paper airplanes.
"Ha, I haven't played for a long time!" Xiang Chu Bei curled his lips.
Then, he put the paper airplane to his mouth to breathe, and threw it out as hard as he could. Watching the paper airplane being blown away by the cold air, he felt very happy. If he hadn't considered that his wife was resting, he would have laughed out loud.
"Sure enough, smart people will look at the direction of the wind. Ha, let's go one more way!"
Xiang Chubei was like a big boy, having a great time, until the letters in the iron box flew away, and he turned over the box with his mouth hanging open.
"No, I haven't had enough fun yet!"
Xiang Chu Bei turned around and was stunned. His wife was sitting on the bed with a dark face and staring at him.
"Achu..." Qin Qing's voice was filled with pain, and she stared blankly at the empty box in Xiang Chubei's hand.
"I……"
"never mind!"
Xiang Chubei's heart ached violently. He heard the choking in Qin Qing's voice and saw the tears in her eyes. Even though she said let it go, her face was full of loneliness, as if she had lost her soul.
.
Qin Qing fell down again and covered her head with the quilt.
Xiang Chubei and the other two stayed at Qin's house for two days and then went back. After that afternoon, Xiang Chubei and Qin Qing had another cold war. Of course, the one who had the quarrel was Xiang Chubei, who was so indifferent that people were scared.
After getting on the plane, Qin Qing tried her best to avoid him. Who knew that he would pull Qin Qing onto his lap and sit down, then tie her up with a seat belt. He closed his eyes and put his head on Qin Qing's shoulder.
Qin Qing thought he would say something, but he put his hands around her waist and started to sleep.
Qin Qing thought that Xiang Chubei should be angry. He went to this small town to come to this town specifically to invite Song. Who knew that his parents left a note the next morning and said they were going on a trip? She found it incredible.
But thinking about it, it seems understandable, after all, that place has their nightmares.
Qin Qing held the red agate chess in her hand and was speechless for a moment. This was specially left by her parents as a birthday gift for the old man. The old man would understand after seeing it.
Xiang Chubei suddenly opened his eyes, reached out and snatched the chess piece from Qin Qing's hand, placed it on the seat next to him, and then continued to close his eyes and fall asleep.
"Achu..." Qin Qing wondered what the trouble was about.
"Asleep!" Xiang Chubei said in a muffled voice.
"Well……"
Silent all the way, Qin Qing finally fell asleep leaning on Xiang Chubei's head. Xiang Chubei opened his eyes, leaned on the back of the chair, put Qin Qing's head on his shoulder, and tightened his arms.
"Instead of just a few broken letters, I can also write to you."
After returning to city B, Xiang Chubei continued to live in the army. Qin Qing went home, and then she saw Pu Lina.
Pu Lina was reading a magazine. When she saw Qin Qing coming back, she raised her eyelids and smiled: "Fighting again?"
"No."
Qin Qing restrained her anger because she promised Xiang Chubei to treat Pu Lina well, and she must do it. Therefore, Qin Qing gave her a smile generously.
Pu Lina was a little surprised, raised her eyebrows and smiled, looking very appreciative: "It seems I have another chance?"
"Hey..." Qin Qing was too lazy to pay attention to her.
At this moment, Xiang Chubei was getting angry in the office. The floor was already covered with paper balls, but he was still immersed in writing.
"Wife, I love you..." Xiang Chubei read and wrote. After he finished writing, he found that the handwriting was ugly and the content was very crude, so he rubbed it and threw it away, and kicked the corner of the table angrily: "Damn, she wasn't my wife at that time.
, where can I find some sour poetry?”
"Do it again, do it again!" Xiang Chubei took out another piece of paper, bit the tip of the pen, and thought: "Qingqing, please accept my love? It's so sour, I have goosebumps all over the place!"
"Major General..." The guard came closer and offered some advice: "How about I buy a book for you?"
"Get out! What I want is sincerity!" Xiang Chu Bei roared angrily, continuing to think hard: "Qin Qing, are you mine, forever? Hmm, it seems that if you are too strong, you will be beaten, right?"
"Well, honey, are you sorry?" Xiang Chubei crushed the pen: "I'm sorry, I did nothing wrong!"
"How about giving Song Suanru a good beating, will you get some inspiration?" Xiang Chubei lay on the table in frustration, and after a while he raised his head: "Fang Yu, Fang Yu, train my troops, and carry a load for ten kilometers.
Off-road!”
"Damn, maybe you'll get some inspiration if you run around!" Xiang Chubei kicked the table away and went out.
Chu Yuxiao was pulled out of the office, and she was full of resentment: "Nasi, as a commander, can you not have such big mood swings? It's too torturous. Damn it, you have to train us when you are in a good mood, and you have to train when you are in a bad mood.
us!"
Fang Yu approached him and advised: "Major, please shut up, otherwise ten kilometers will become twenty kilometers!"
"I'll run for twenty kilometers." Xiang Chubei kicked Chu Yuxiao on the butt.
"Day, day, day..." Chu Yuxiao shouted and ran out.
"Fang Yu, keep an eye on him!"
"Yes, Major General!"
"Fang Yu, why should a man embarrass a man..."
"So, don't embarrass me, just run away!"
"Damn it, Sister Qing, did you fail to satisfy his animal desires or something..."
"Chu Yuxiao, fifty kilometers!" roared towards Chu Bei.
"I'm on strike!"
"roll!"
"Well, I was wrong. Change it to twenty?"
Xiang Chubei was too lazy to pay attention to him, so he ran into the car and drove a group of children in a military truck. He held his forehead with one hand and the steering wheel with the other, thinking about how to write a love letter!
Here, we can only lament that serving someone as a soldier is a miserable life...
[Because I have to travel, I have more appointments in the afternoon and evening]