Although the discussion of these people was not loud, Shen Nanqing heard most of it.
The grapes that are out of reach are always sour.
She doesn't care what others say. She enjoys being served anyway, and she would not move if she can.
Why bother to endure hardship just for the sake of other people's opinions?
I have to say, men who work seriously are really handsome, even if they are washing dishes.
He was seen leaning forward slightly, his broad shoulders drooping naturally, his posture steady and focused, his sleeves half rolled up to his elbows, revealing his sturdy arms. The water flowed down his arms, splashing crystal water, making him full of life and masculine beauty.
Occasionally, sunlight would shine through the gaps in the leaves onto 놛's body, and the whole person seemed to be glowing, very dazzling.
Such a dazzling man is now hers.
After Song Huaiwen washed the lunch box, he turned and walked to Ana Shen. Seeing her slightly flushed cheeks, he couldn’t help but wonder, “What’s wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?”
Ana Shen shook his head, smiled and took 놛's arm: "It's okay, let's go."
Song Huaiwen's body stiffened slightly, as if he was not used to such intimacy. He looked down subconsciously and bumped into Shen Nanqing's sight.
I saw her smiling with curved eyebrows.
The corners of Song Huaiwen's mouth rose unconsciously. His originally stern face was now full of tenderness and doting, and the smile in his eyes almost overflowed.
When he sent the person downstairs to the dormitory, Song Huaiwen asked, "What do you want to eat tomorrow?"
“I want to eat a lot.” Shen Nanqing looked embarrassed, as if he was struggling.
Song Huaiwen: "It's okay, just tell me what you want to eat, and it will be different in the next few days."
Seeing how serious she was, Ana Shen stopped teasing her, "What a pity! I won't be able to eat your cooking for many days. We will go to the grassroots to give condolences and performances tomorrow, and it may take a week for us to come back."
Upon hearing the news, Song Huaiwen's bright eyes suddenly dimmed, his lips slightly opened, but he could not speak.
A soldier's duty is to obey orders.
Soon, after my vacation, I will have to go back to the army.
Thinking of this, he lowered his head slightly. Before, he always felt that sex between men and women was just a common thing in the world and had no benefit except wasting time.
Seeing his comrades trapped in love, 놛 thought they were too sentimental, but now that it happened to 놛, he deeply understands how it feels.
Shen Nanqing has only been in love once in her two lifetimes, and her heart is warm. Love is not everything in life, she also has her own mission to accomplish.
Finally, not wanting to be too lonely, Shen Nanqing suddenly had an idea, deliberately frowned, and his tone suddenly became serious: "Comrade Song Huaiwen, I have a very important task that I need you to complete."
Song Huaiwen was immersed in the melancholy of parting, and suddenly saw Shen Nanqing's deliberately serious expression. His originally depressed mood was suddenly disturbed, and the corners of his mouth rose uncontrollably.
놛 understood what he meant, and saluted with a standard military salute, and responded in a serious tone: "Please give your orders, Commander, and I will ensure that the mission is completed."
The air seemed to be still for a few seconds.
With a "puchi" sound, the two of them laughed at the same time.
"We are so childish!" Shen Nanqing laughed so hard that he fell forward and backward, holding his stomach with both hands, tears flashing in his eyes.
Song Huaiwen also grinned, and gently rubbed Shen Nanqing’s hair while laughing.
Her hair is black and smooth, and the touch of her hair is very different, as soft and delicate as silk.
After a while, the laughter stopped, and Shen Nanqing rarely showed an embarrassed expression, "Um... can you help me write a love report?"
"Huh?" Song Huai was stunned when he heard this. He had never heard that a love report needed to be written by someone else.
"I'm busy with the condolence performance and don't have time to write. If you don't want to, you can write it when I come back."
Ana Shen didn't want to tell 놛 that she couldn't write, she was also a person who wanted to save face.
"Okay, I'll write it for you." Although Song Huaiwen didn't understand, he agreed anyway.
In the evening, Shen Nanqing came out of the rehearsal hall and saw Song Huaiwen again.
"Why are you here?" Shen Nanqing was puzzled. Normally, Song Huaiwen would only appear at lunch time.
There are many girls in the art troupe. It's okay during the day, but not so convenient at night. After all, I'm not a member of the troupe, so I need to avoid suspicion.
Song Huaiwen directly stuffed the warm lunch box into a large leather paper bag and stuffed it into her hands, saying, "Take good care of yourself when you go to the performance. Take a break when you're tired. Don't handle anything by yourself. Remember to contact me as soon as possible."
놛 is like a parent whose child is going on a long journey, worrying about the child and nagging him endlessly.
There was no way, because Shen Nanqing had a criminal record. When she thought about how she acted as bait to lure out Xu Baofeng, she was terrified.
It was the same few words over and over again, but Shen Nanqing didn't even feel bored listening to them.
She was 15cm tall, a full head shorter than Song Huaiwen, who was 188cm tall.
Shen Nanqing could only look up at 놛, her eyes fixed on 놛's opening and closing lips. She had heard people say that men with thin lips are more unlucky. She didn't know if Song Huaiwen would be like this in the future, but at this moment she really wanted to kiss him.
She quickly glanced around and saw that there was no one around. She stood on tiptoe, kissed Song Huaiwen on the lips, and then ran away quickly.
The word "kiss" may not be accurate, "bump" is more vivid.
The soft touch and warm breath made Song Huaiwen feel his brain go blank. He felt as if he was frozen in place.
Song Huaiwen felt as if he was hit by an electric current. A tingling sensation instantly spread throughout his body. His heart seemed to be pounding as if it was about to jump out of his throat.
After a while, 놛 came back to her senses. 꿛 couldn't help but touch the place where she was kissed just now. The touch seemed to be still there, but the culprit had disappeared long ago.
Shen Nanqing was not much better, his steps were flustered all the way, and his heart was beating like a rabbit in his heart.
She rushed into the dormitory like a gust of wind, stuffed the things in her pocket onto the table, covered her burning cheeks with her hands, buried her head in the pillow, and twisted her body like a pretzel.
Zhu Xiaomeng and Liu Huixin looked at each other, both of them were stunned. Shen Nanqing's speed was too fast, so fast that they couldn't see clearly at all, and had no idea what she was doing.
After an afternoon of fermentation, everyone in the art troupe knew that Shen Nanqing had climbed up to Song Huaiwen's high branch, and the girls' hearts were broken.
Liu Huixin was one of them. She looked at the pile of things on the table and was almost going crazy with jealousy. She was angry but dared not say anything. After all, Li Zhen repeatedly reminded her before leaving that Shen Nanqing was under her protection and could not be bullied.
In fact, even if Li Zhen didn’t exist, Liu Huixin wouldn’t dare to provoke Shen Nanqing, and Xu Ruyan is a living example.
Shen Nanqing lay in bed for a long time, and the bed was messy.
She took a deep breath and slowly sat up. Except for the blush on her face, she seemed to be back to normal.
When you open the lunch box, there is scrambled eggs with tomatoes inside. The bright colors make you hungry just by looking at them.
"Was this done by Comrade Song himself?" Zhu Xiaomeng suddenly asked.
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