Shen Nanqing knew all about Song Huaiwen's thoughts on getting married.
Maybe it was because her parents in her previous life had a huge influence on her, and she really felt insecure. Even though she knew that Song Huaiwen was not the kind of irresponsible person who would easily fall in love with other men, she subconsciously still did not want to enter the marriage hall.
After they got married, she would have to join the army sooner or later, which meant she would have to give up her career.
But she clearly knew that the labor union would face major layoffs in the future and the future of the group was uncertain. Now it seems that not wanting to leave the labor union was an excuse she made for her fear.
Now that Ji Ling has pointed it out, Shen Nanqing can't help but begin to re-examine the way he gets along with Song Huaiwen.
She couldn't throw the baby out with the bathwater, or reject Song Huaiwen who loved her out of fear, leaving the person she loved with regrets. Of course, while she responded to love, she couldn't lose herself.
Love and career are not actually in conflict, she should take that step bravely.
Shen Nanqing figured out the next path for people, looked at Ji Ling with burning eyes, and asked seriously: "You asked me to cherish the person in front of me, what about you now?"
"Hmm?" Ji Ling frowned in confusion.
Shen Nanqing did not allow her to retreat, and said word by word: "Ji Ling, you asked me to live in the present and cherish the people in front of me, but I want to tell you that being immersed in the memories of the past will only make myself more painful."
Shen Nanqing remembered what Ji Ling said when she was drunk, "Doctor Fu is a good person. I can see that he is sincere to you. You are not completely indifferent to him. You should cherish the person who loves you and try to take that step."
"Qiu Chengzhi is your eternal pain, but he certainly hopes that you will not stay where you are, but move forward bravely and find your own new happiness."
Ji Ling obviously didn't expect Shen Nanqing to mention Fu Yuanliang. She was stunned, with a complex emotion flashing in her eyes, surprise, touching, and a little confused about the future.
She opened her mouth and wanted to refute, but swallowed the words back.
At this point, Shen Nanqing has said everything that needs to be said. Ji Ling still needs to walk the future path by herself, "Think about it carefully! If you don't get a response, that person may be tired!"
The door was closed gently. Shen Nanqing stood at the door for a while. When she heard the tearing cry from inside the house, she sighed and left with firm steps.
Song Huaiwen sat leaning on the hospital bed, flipping through today's newspaper that he had asked the nurse for, but his eyes kept looking at the door. Whenever there were footsteps in the corridor, he would lean forward slightly, his eyes would light up instantly, and he would stare at the door handle, as if Ana Shen would push the door open in the next second.
However, I was always met with disappointment.
He raised his wrist to check his watch, muttering to himself, “It’s just making some soup!” Why haven’t you come back for so long? Could something have happened?
The more Song Huaiwen thought about it, the more anxious he became. He could no longer sit still. He got out of bed, put on his shoes and walked towards the door.
The moment he opened the door forcefully, Shen Nanqing was hiding something, and the two of them bumped into each other.
Ana Shen was startled by the sudden collision and almost dropped the thermos bucket in his hand, but fortunately Song Huaiwen reacted quickly and reached out to hold it steadily.
"Where are you going?" Shen Nanqing looked surprised and raised his eyes to look at Song Huaiwen.
Song Huaiwen touched his nose and said, "I'll go to the nurse's station to return the newspaper."
"Oh!" Shen Nanqing glanced at his hand and said teasingly: "Then remember to take the newspaper."
Song Huaiwen coughed dryly and asked nonchalantly, "Did something happen to you? Why did you take so long?"
"껩Nothing, it's a rare trip to Ji Ling's house, so we chatted for a while." After saying that, Shen Nanqing went to tidy up the things on the table, making room for the soup bucket. When the lid was opened, the rich aroma of medicine mixed with the sweet aroma of brown sugar instantly filled the ward.
Shen Nanqing's eyebrows curved, and while stirring gently with a spoon, he smiled and said to Song Huaiwen: "I don't know if you are used to drinking this soup, try it quickly."
Song Huaiwen smiled and said, "As long as it's made by you, I like to drink it."
He picked up the soup bowl and sipped the angelica, red dates and egg soup slowly, mouthful by mouthful. Maybe he put too much sugar in it, so the soup was a little too sweet and greasy, but Song Huaiwen didn't even frown and continued to drink it seriously.
Shen Nanqing sat aside, glancing at Song Huaiwen from time to time, her hand subconsciously stroking the thick and long braids on her shoulders. After hesitating for a long time, she asked tentatively, "On your island, if the family of the regiment commander wants to accompany the army, what kind of house can they apply for?"
Hearing the word "follow the army", Song Huaiwen's body froze suddenly. His throat, which was originally swallowing the soup slowly, seemed to be choked by something. He coughed violently, and some soup spilled, wetting the front of his shirt.
Seeing this, Shen Nanqing quickly stood up, took a towel from the shelf, and hurriedly helped Song Huaiwen wipe it, and said anxiously: "Are you okay? Why are you drinking so quickly? No one is snatching it from you."
"I'm fine!" Song Huaiwen waved his hand, took a breath, and asked, "Why do you suddenly ask this?"
After asking, Song Huaiwen's eyes were fixed on Shen Nanqing, not wanting to miss any details of the expression on her face.
"What do you think!" Shen Nanqing raised her beautiful eyes and glared at him. As her eyes moved, there was a faint smile on the corner of her mouth.
Although this look was more like a glare, Song Huaiwen felt it was more like a coquettish look, which was extremely cute and adorable.
The corners of his mouth lifted uncontrollably, and his lips blossomed. After a brief moment of joy, he asked doubtfully, "Didn't you say you didn't want to get married so early?"
When Shen Nanqing heard Song Huaiwen's doubts, he was angry and snorted, "Why, you don't want to? If you don't want to, forget it."
When Song Huai heard what Shen Nanqing said, he panicked and hurriedly reached out to gently hold Shen Nanqing's arm, fearing that she would misunderstand.
"No, that's not what I meant. I've already written the marriage report. As long as you're willing, we can get married at any time. I'm always ready." Song Huaiwen's eyes were eager and sincere, and he was almost ready to raise his hand to swear.
Seeing his flustered look, Shen Nanqing unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and stopped teasing him, "At that time, I said it couldn't be so early, because the time was not right. Now that I have determined that you are the person I can spend the rest of my life with, it is natural that I should change my mind."
Song Huaiwen is not good at expressing his emotions. He can't be as straightforward as Shen Nanqing and reveal his feelings.
He held Shen Nanqing's hand tightly, and thousands of words surged in his heart, but when he came to his lips, he only said one sentence: "I treat you like my faith in my motherland."
This sentence doesn't sound romantic at all.
But Ana Shen felt that it was more beautiful than any love words.
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