Lu Wan was speechless and choked, gritting her teeth: "Brother Yan has always been very caring to me."
Shen Yun was silent.
These things... were really done by her brother.
But her brother was indeed good to Lu Wan.
Lu Wan was in poor health when he was a child and was often sick. Under the guidance of his father, Shen Yan felt that if he practiced martial arts, he would naturally not get sick again.
At that time, Shen Yan had not yet joined the military camp, and Shen's parents had not yet passed away, and they were not as cold as they would be later.
His mother asked him to take care of Lu's little sister, but after thinking it over, he felt that he could only take care of her physically.
So he taught her how to swim and forced her to climb mountains.
In fact, Lu Wan is a delicate person and can't stand it. Often after half a moment, she would start blinking her moist eyes and screaming in grievance.
Every time this happened, Shen Yan would pick her up, squat in front of her silently, and carry her home.
But later, his family encountered a sudden change, and Shen Yan had no choice but to join the army at a young age and fight for his life.
When he appeared in front of Lu Wan and Shen Yun again, he became much quieter and colder.
Perhaps she was remembering things from the past, Shen Yun sighed softly and pulled Lu Wan with a serious look in her eyes.
"My brother actually works very hard."
Lu Wan touched her head and said softly, "I know."
But she also works very hard!
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Shen Yan rode his horse to the nearest small town market and stopped someone to ask for directions.
He was wearing armor, his handsome face was cold and indifferent, and there was a sword hanging at his waist.
The man he held was so frightened that he thought he had done something wrong and begged for mercy: "General, please spare my life, General, please spare my life!"
Shen Yan gave him a strange look.
"I just want to ask," he began, "where there's a place that sells sweet soup."
"Eh?" The passerby was stunned. "Sweet soup?"
Perhaps this word did not match the temperament of the person in front of him. He was stunned for a long time before he pointed in a direction stiffly: "General, turn right at the entrance of the alley ahead. The sweet soup sold by Xiang's wife is the most delicious."
Shen Yan threw him a piece of silver, "Thank you."
It was not until his figure disappeared that the passerby came back to his senses, confused and surprised, "This general actually likes to drink sweet soup?"
Shen Yan quickly found the small shop of the Xiang family's wife.
When he passed by, Xiang's wife also called out tremblingly, "Sir, what can I do for you?"
Shen Yan: “…”
He touched his nose uncomfortably.
Does he look scary?
"Two servings of sweet soup, please."
After thinking for a while, Shen Yan added: "Add more ice cubes."
His expression was so calm and composed that Xiang's wife even wondered if she was hallucinating.
Don’t these soldiers all like strong liquor and meat? When have you ever seen a soldier come to buy sweet soup?
But she was a business person, and although she felt surprised, she quickly came to her senses and asked, "What flavor would you like, sir?"
She introduced: "This is all brewed from nectar collected from various flowers."
Shen Yan answered without hesitation: "Osmanthus."
Mrs. Xiang couldn't help but laugh when she saw this.
Seeing how young this soldier is, it turns out that it was bought for a girl.
She quickly filled a bowl and handed it to Chen Yan, smiling with admiration: "That girl is so lucky. The general even remembers her preferences clearly."
Shen Yan paused.
He placed the change in Xiang's wife's hand and nodded slightly: "Thank you."
He rode away with the sweet soup in his hand, his movements clean and neat, ignoring the Xiang family's wife shouting behind him: "General, give me too much, give me too much!"
The sweet soup with ice was against my arms, with a hint of coolness.
The tip of your nose can faintly smell the faint fragrance of osmanthus.
Shen Yan's thoughts were somewhat dispersed.
Do you like it?
Chen Yun likes osmanthus, he has known it since he was a child.
For this purpose, the Shen family also transplanted a sturdy osmanthus tree. Every autumn, tiny white petals fall down in large numbers, and the fragrance is overwhelming.
When Lu Wan was chatting with Shen Yun, he heard her say with a smile: "I like it too."
It was just an ordinary conversation on an ordinary autumn day, and Shen Yan originally thought that he had forgotten it long ago.
But when he asked his wife just now, the scene at that time suddenly emerged in his mind.
Shen Yan suddenly thought that this was the reason why he could accept her as his fiancée.
Know everything about someone.
He knew her better than he thought.
Suddenly thinking of that mysterious system again, Shen Yan's eyes dimmed.
However, there are many things that we don’t understand.
…
…
Chen Yan's movements were very quick, and he said just wait a moment.
Lu Wancai was just dozing off leaning against the windowsill when he heard someone knocking on the car wall.
She rubbed her eyes and lifted a corner of the curtain.
Two bowls of soup were pushed over. The boy's knuckles were slender and his eyebrows were indifferent: "Sweet soup."
Lu Wan's eyes fell on the two servings of sweet soup, he looked up at Shen Yan, and then stared at the thing in his hand.
Finally woke up.
"Thank you, Brother Yan," Lu Wan said sincerely, "You are so fast."
Shen Yan felt it was inexplicably irritating, frowned, put it down and left: “Call me if you need anything.”
The ice cubes in the sweet soup had not melted yet. When Lu Wan received it in his hand, he sighed with relief.
She pushed the sleeping Chen Yun and excitedly passed her a bowl in her hazy eyes: "Yunyun, drink it quickly to cool down."
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