Chapter 343 It's not dark yet, it's dark!

People who tell lies always feel guilty. After hearing Lu Jingchen ask "really?" in a questioning tone, Xia Qingling still felt a little flustered unconsciously.

She was struggling with whether to tell him a little about her origins, but this thought only flashed in her mind for a second.

If it was a parallel universe, she would consider telling him the truth, but this is just the world of novels.

Lu Jingchen was a soldier, they had a strong sense of national responsibility, the deceased Zeng Xiaodao and his comrades swore to defend the territory of the motherland, and the uncles and uncles charged into battle for the people, wounded and bleeding...

If Xia Qingli told him now that this was just a fictional world created by later generations, and everything they did would not be recorded in history, I wonder if Lu Jingchen's belief would collapse from then on.

Telling it out would only cause him trouble, so why let him know the truth.

"Yes." Xia Qingying adjusted his mentality, looked at Lu Jingzhen and said seriously, then pretended to be puzzled and asked:

"What's wrong?"

Lu Jingzhen met Xia Qingying's sincere eyes, and a moment of disappointment flashed by, and soon recovered:

"Nothing, just a little unexpected." After saying that, he took a step forward and continued to walk forward, saying naturally as he walked:

"Sometimes I wonder if there is something about you that I don't know."

Xia Qingying heard his words, and felt inexplicably guilty. Just as he was panicking, he heard Lu Jingzhen suddenly ask himself:

"What about the Propaganda Department? Are you not going there?"

Xia Qingying didn't know whether he changed the subject intentionally or unintentionally, so he followed his wishes and took over the conversation and said:

"Captain Mu said he would discuss with the head of the Propaganda Department, and he should still draw the blackboard newspaper."

"Will it be very tiring? Is your body able to do it?" Lu Jingchen asked, with undisguised concern in his tone.

"No, the Propaganda Department blackboard newspaper can usually be done in one day, and Captain Mu said the art troupe won't arrange too many classes for me." Xia Qingqing comforted him.

"Don't you have to practice on weekdays? Today is Sunday, and I see many people in the art troupe are practicing in the classroom." Lu Jingchen said, fearing that his wife would be tired.

After hearing what he said, Xia Qingxu suddenly raised a smile at the corner of her lips. At this moment, the two of them had already walked into their own courtyard. Xia Qingxu raised her hand and naturally pulled his arm, and asked softly:

"Have you forgotten what I just said to you? I am going to be a teacher. I usually just teach them. I don't have to practice with them after class."

"Yeah." Lu Jingchen was surprised and realized that the identity of his wife and the arts soldier was different. It was good this way. She was a teacher. When she went to the regiment, other female soldiers would not dare to bully her.

After entering the house, Lu Jingchen took off his military uniform and was about to hang it up when he suddenly felt something tighten around his waist. Two white and slender arms like lotus roots had instantly wrapped around him from behind. The person behind him gently leaned his face towards him and called his name tenderly and tenderly:

"Lu Jingchen."

Lu Jingchen was slightly stunned by Xia Qingxing's sudden intimacy. After a moment, he covered Xia Qingxing's hand with his big hand and responded:

"Well, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just want to hug you." Xia Qingxing buried her head in his back and said in a low voice.

After hearing her words, the man in front raised his arms, gently embraced her, brought her from his back to his chest, and hugged her.

Xia Qingqing put her arms around his thin waist, rubbed her head on his chest, and said softly:

"Thank you for today's matter."

He always showed up when she needed him, and then quickly and effectively helped her solve the problem, and never took credit afterwards.

It was precisely because of this sense of security that she was so calm today to tell Xia Guyu that she would write the article exposing Mo Zhenzhen.

A good lover will not only love you, but also give you strength and confidence.

"I said, we don't need to say these two words."

Lu Jingqie's deep voice echoed above her head. Xia Qingying raised her head. There was no light on in the room, and no window was open. The light was a little dim.

Lu Jingqie's three-dimensional facial features looked like a silhouette at this moment. Xia Qingying couldn't help but raise her hands and hooked his neck.

She didn't know who took the initiative. When she reacted, the two had already kissed each other. In the confusion of passion, Xia Qingying's hands became uncontrollably restless.

Just when she was about to go further, her hand was caught by Lu Jingchen in surprise. Because of the kiss just now, his breathing was a little rapid, and he lowered his voice to remind her:

"Ah, it's not dark yet..."

From his rapid breathing and slightly rising and falling chest, Xia Qingchen could tell that he didn't want to do it at all, and he was obviously trying hard to restrain himself. Her hand slid out of his palm deftly and continued what she had just done. Her eyes were like stars shining faintly in the dim light, and she said in a seductive voice:

"It's dark."

*

The next day was Monday, and Xia Qingchen went to the Propaganda Department to report early.

Yesterday, Director Mu of the Art Troupe had already met with Section Chief Zhang of the Propaganda Department. No one knew what excuse she had given. Anyway, as soon as Xia Qingxi arrived, Section Chief Zhang called her to the office and told her half-jokingly and half-seriously that she could go to the Art Troupe, but she couldn't be too partial and the quality of the blackboard newspaper must be guaranteed.

Xia Qingxi has never been a perfunctory person. Since she has agreed, she will do it seriously. So she sincerely told the director that she will definitely do a good job.

"Qingxi, how about this? We will pay you 20 yuan a month as salary. You are only responsible for blackboard painting. If the department needs your help in the future, we will calculate the labor fee for you separately."

Section Chief Zhang said that since she came to work, the salary must be discussed clearly.

Xia Qingying thought for a moment and replied:

"Chief, I only draw board paintings, and 15 yuan is enough for my salary."

In her opinion, board paintings can usually be done in one day, once a week, and almost four times a month. The salary of 20 yuan is indeed a bit high.

I didn't expect that the comrade in front of him had such a good understanding. This behavior of not wanting to take advantage of the troops also made Chief Zhang appreciate Xia Qingying's character more:

"How about this, the salary is 18 yuan, half of the regular workers. Our comrades who were in charge of board paintings used to make more than 30 yuan a month."

Hearing Chief Zhang say this, Xia Qingying didn't refuse anymore and nodded in agreement.

Today I finished drawing the poster for the Propaganda Department. Tomorrow is September 1st, which is also the day for the new recruits of the Art Troupe to report.

Xia Qingli is not a new recruit, so she doesn't need to report. She has already made plans. She still has some finishing work for the printmaking competition at the school. She will finish it tomorrow and start physical training with the new recruits of the Art Troupe the day after tomorrow.