The next morning, Mu Nanhe drove the military car to the family compound to pick up Yang Qingyan. Not long after, Yang Qingyan came out. She simply packed up, her face still looked a little pale, but her eyes were clear.
Mu Nanhe hurried over to help her open the passenger door and said softly, "Get in." Yang Qingyan nodded slightly and got in.
Along the way, Yang Qingyan sat in the passenger seat, quietly looking at the scenery outside the window that kept receding, without saying a word. Mu Nanhe looked at Yang Qingyan from the rearview mirror from time to time, wanting to say something to break the depressing atmosphere, but was afraid of saying something wrong and making her even more disgusted.
Yang Qingyan felt his gaze and was silent for a moment. Finally, she spoke first. She said in a calm tone: "I don't want to talk about the past. You were not willing to marry me at the beginning. I was also forced to take the drug. Let's live like this for now. If you have something suitable to tell me in the future, I agree to leave."
When Mu Nanhe heard what he said, his heart suddenly tightened, and he subconsciously slammed the brakes. Yang Qingyan was caught off guard, and her whole body leaned forward, hitting her forehead on the front of the car in front of her. She felt a sudden pain and couldn't help but scold her: "You are crazy!"
Mu Nanhe quickly came to his senses, with an anxious and regretful look on his face, and said hastily: "I'm sorry, I was too excited. I don't agree with you. Since you are my wife, I will take full responsibility for the future." As he spoke, he reached out to check the injury on Yang Qingyan's forehead, but was afraid that she would resist, so his hand stopped awkwardly in mid-air.
She snorted coldly, turned her head and stopped talking, but in her heart she began to wonder whether Mu Nanhe's words were true or not, and she was a little confused about their future relationship.
Seeing that she was no longer talking, Mu Nanhe knew that she would not be able to get over this hurdle in her heart for a while, so he silently restarted the car and continued driving towards the supply and marketing cooperative in the town, but at a much slower speed than before.
When they arrived at the supply and marketing cooperative, there were people coming and going inside, and it was quite lively. After Mu Nanhe parked the car, he walked into the supply and marketing cooperative with Yang Qingyan. They walked straight to the counter. Yang Qingyan was thinking about what to buy, so she asked the waiter to take out some cloth for her to choose.
The waitress looked up at Yang Qingyan and saw that her clothes were covered with patches. A trace of contempt flashed across her eyes, as if to say, how could such a shabby person afford good cloth? However, when her eyes moved to Mu Nanhe next to Yang Qingyan and saw his neat military uniform, her attitude immediately changed. She put on a smile and did not dare to be negligent. She quickly took out several pieces of cloth from the counter and placed them on the table.
Yang Qingyan didn't care about the change in the waiter's attitude. She was focused on choosing the fabrics. She carefully looked at the patterns and textures of the fabrics, and finally chose some plain and elegant fabrics, thinking of using them to make bed sheets, quilt covers, and curtains, so that the home would have a warm feeling. While she was choosing, she silently calculated the size in her mind, and she knew exactly how much fabric was needed for each part.
After confirming it, she said to the waiter in an orderly manner: "Please help me cut the cloth according to the measurements I gave you." The waiter nodded repeatedly and replied: "Okay, comrade, please wait a moment, I will cut it for you."
Mu Nanhe stood aside and did not interrupt, allowing Yang Qingyan to choose. After she finished choosing, he looked up and saw the clothing area next to her, so he said softly, "Qingyan, there's a clothing store over there, go pick out a couple of sets, you should change the one you're wearing."
Yang Qingyan looked down at her clothes which were full of patches, and indeed felt that she should buy two new sets of clothes. Besides, since she was out shopping now, there was no need to be hard on herself, so she did not refuse, but nodded slightly and walked towards the place where clothes were sold.
Mu Nanhe did not follow, but stood by the counter waiting. At this time, a girl came over, patted his shoulder and said, "Brother Nanhe, why are you here? When did you come back?" Mu Nanhe turned his head away, not remembering who it was for a moment. Seeing that he did not answer, the girl said, "I am Wei Lan from the art troupe."
Mu Nanhe didn't remember her very well. Although he disliked her calling him "Brother Nanhe", he didn't say anything and just nodded.
Wei Lan came to the supply and marketing cooperative today to select props for the performance. Unexpectedly, she ran into Mu Nanhe by chance. Her heart was instantly filled with joy, her cheeks flushed slightly, and her eyes were shining with admiration that she could not hide.
She didn't notice Mu Nanhe's alienation and indifference at all, and said warmly: "Brother Nanhe, I finally see you. You've been gone for a long time, and everyone is talking about you." As she spoke, she shook Mu Nanhe's arm affectionately.
Mu Nanhe turned slightly to the side without leaving any trace, quietly distanced himself, put on a polite smile, and replied, "Well, I'm going on a mission." He subconsciously glanced in the direction where Yang Qingyan left, wondering if she had gone smoothly in choosing clothes, and worried that Wei Lan's appearance would cause Yang Qingyan to misunderstand, so he was a little absent-minded for a moment.
Wei Lan didn't notice Mu Nanhe's mood and kept chattering, "Brother Nanhe, you don't know, our art troupe has recently rehearsed a new show, it's very exciting, you must come and watch it when it's performed." She tilted her head as she spoke, her eyes full of anticipation, trying to attract more attention from Mu Nanhe with this coquettish posture.
Mu Nanhe just nodded perfunctorily, his eyes still glancing in the direction of Yang Qingyan from time to time.
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