Chapter 57 There is a fire burning in my heart
Lin Anan shyly lifted the quilt and moved her body, but one of her feet was still exposed.
The little feet were as white as jade, the toes were round and pink, and they were tightly curled up because of nervousness...
Chu Mingzhou's eyes deepened as he looked at her, and an unknown restlessness seemed to quietly spread in his heart. A small flame was gently stirring in his heart, causing his breathing to unconsciously become slightly heavier.
He turned around, turned off the light, and lay down on the other side of the kang, deliberately keeping a distance from Lin Anan, as if he was avoiding something, or as if he was suppressing the emotions that were gradually surging.
As he was warmed by the kang, the drunkenness that had still remained in his head surged toward his head even more wildly.
Chu Mingzhou only felt a little dizzy, but his mind clearly reflected Lin Anan's flushed cheeks, evasive eyes, snow-white feet, and the tone of voice when she just said she would make a few more shirts for him... with a bit of coquettish and shyness. Every scene seemed to have magic, constantly flashing before his eyes.
The house was quiet.
Lin Anan quietly raised her eyes and secretly looked in the direction of Chu Mingzhou. In the dim light, she could only see his clear silhouette. His usually cold and resolute lines seemed much softer at this moment.
She bit her lower lip, struggling over whether or not to say something, but she was too embarrassed to do so.
Chu Mingzhou lay there quietly, looking up at the ceiling, slightly absent-minded.
I feel a conflict between my conscience and my desires!
On the one hand, the restlessness in his heart... made him want to get closer to Lin Anan, but on the other hand, reason was pulling him back.
For a moment, the atmosphere in the room became a little stalemate, as if there was an invisible silk thread that entangled the two of them and slowly tightened them. They wanted to break free but couldn't. They could only let the strands of emotions grow and spread in the quiet night.
After a long while, Lin Anan couldn't help it anymore. She turned over gently and pretended to move towards Chu Mingzhou casually. The subtle movement was particularly clear in the quiet room.
Chu Mingzhou naturally noticed it as well. His body stiffened slightly and his throat rolled, but he still didn't make a sound. However, his hands at his sides unconsciously clenched into fists, and he tried hard to restrain himself.
Lin Anan felt a little uneasy. Seeing that Chu Mingzhou didn't react, she hesitated and called out softly, "Mingzhou..."
The voice was light and soft, like a breeze that gently brushed across Chu Mingzhou's heart, causing the irritability that he had suppressed with great difficulty to suddenly surge up again.
Chu Mingzhou took a deep breath and spoke slowly, his voice slightly hoarse: "Go to sleep, you have to get up early tomorrow."
Although the words were plain, the hint of forbearance contained in them was like a stone thrown into the ambiguous atmosphere, causing ripples.
"Okay, I just want to say that your hair is not dry yet, be careful not to catch a cold..."
The room fell silent instantly.
After a while, Chu Mingzhou could no longer bear the surging emotions in his heart. He was afraid that if he stayed for another second, he would not be able to resist and break this restraint, so he moved his body, and a rustling sound came from the kang.
He stood up, hurriedly got off the kang, opened the door and walked out. The movement of closing the door was a little heavier than usual.
Lin Anan listened to the sound, raised her eyes slightly, and looked in the direction where Chu Mingzhou left. She felt like there was a little rabbit in her heart, and she was very nervous.
"What have you been doing?"
I waited for a while but no one came back.
As soon as Chu Mingzhou stepped out of the door, he was blown on the head by the biting cold wind, but he seemed not to notice it and walked straight to the water room in the yard.
He turned on the faucet and ice-cold water flowed down. He stood under the water without hesitation, letting the biting cold invade his body.
The cold water flowed down his hair and cheeks, soaking his clothes and gradually extinguishing the uncontrollable fire in his heart.
After an unknown amount of time, the alcohol finally wore off, his mind became clear, and his lips were slightly purple from the cold.
He turned off the faucet, wiped his body briefly, wrapped his clothes tightly and walked into the house.
When Chu Mingzhou changed his clothes and returned to the kang, Lin Anan was already asleep.
Turning his head and looking at Lin Anan's peaceful sleeping face, Chu Mingzhou pursed his lips, feeling a little annoyed.
He didn't understand. She clearly didn't do anything, so why did he lose control so easily?
It shouldn’t be like this…
He just watched quietly, and before he knew it, he slowly closed his eyes.
The night, filled with different emotions, is as quiet as thick ink.
…
"Sister, why aren't you getting up yet?"
The next morning, Lin Anan was awakened by Lin Zihuai's voice.
Chu Mingzhou went to the army early in the morning and asked for Lin Zihuai to be released from the communications company, saying that he wanted him to help the art troupe. The communications company did not make it difficult and agreed.
Lin Zihuai has been severely scolded these past few days and has lost a lot of weight. If Lin's mother saw this, she would be heartbroken.
But he was in good spirits, especially when he thought about not having to train for the next few days, which made him feel like he was alive again.
When Lin Anan finished cleaning up and came out, he was lying on a recliner like a big boss, warming himself by the fire, with two little guys serving him, handing him fruits and tea.
"The leader of the children's group, Haiwa, cleverly hid the chicken feather letter under the sheep's tail, and went through many hardships. He successfully avoided the enemy's search and delivered the letter to the Eighth Route Army..."
Lin Zihuai has a very nice voice. When he opens his mouth, it is like the light penetrating the morning mist at dawn, bright and warm, with a pure tone, which is very likable.
He was telling a story at the moment, and the two little ones were completely fascinated and were completely spinning around.
"Sit still, what are you talking about!"
"Sister, you finally got up?"
Lin Anan hummed softly and was about to make herself some porridge. Lin Zihuai stood up and trotted to the kitchen before her. "Sit down, sister. I'll serve it to you."
A bowl of Northwest porridge was brought to Lin Anan.
"I heard this is good for the stomach, so I bought it for you when I left the army this morning."
He looked at Chu Minglan and Chu Mingyu again, "They have some too, I bought them all, and we've all eaten them."
The paste was kept hot in the pot. When Lin Anan took a bite, the temperature was just right. It tasted sweet and there were eggs in it, which was quite good.
Lin Zihuai sat beside Lin Anan with eager eyes, "Sister, you are so nice that you let me be an accordion player. But I want to ask...can I just stay in the art troupe?"
Lin Anan raised her eyelids and found that it was just as she had guessed.
Lin Zihuai must be longing for the art troupe!
In fact, the most suitable job for him is to be an art soldier. With his talent and appearance, he will definitely have a good development if he joins the art troupe.
But... there is a big trouble behind this kid!
He is destined to be the miserable supporting actor, destined to be exploited repeatedly and harassed endlessly.
If he hadn't been locked up in a place with strict control like the military, Lin Anan would have been a little unsure.
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