Chapter 43 Okay, I'll listen to you.

After making up her mind, Xia Qingxi turned around and prepared to go home, but the moment she raised her eyes, she saw a tall white figure. She was a little surprised that Lu Jingxie also came to watch the fun? He was angry because

she didn't buy him a popsicle, and two women were fighting, and he came to watch the fun...

But usually he looked like he didn't want to be approached by strangers and was as cold as ice. She couldn't figure out the character of this male protagonist more and more.

At this moment, Lu Jingxie had already walked back to the yard. If he hadn't seen Xia Qingxi passing by just now and worried that her small body would be accidentally injured, he would not have been interested in watching two women quarreling.

Just before entering the house, Lu Jingchen turned around and saw the bicycle in the corner. Thinking that Xia Qingxi had ridden Wu Xiaodong's bike again today, his eyes suddenly dimmed.

Xia Qingxi returned to her yard with doubts, and saw Lu Jingchen pushing her bike out. He looked at her and said in a deep voice:

"Continue to learn how to ride a bike."

Xia Qingxi was still worried about the fall yesterday. She had thought about taking it easy for the next two days. Anyway, she could ride Wu Xiaodong's bike to and from work, so there was no need to rush for the next one or two days.

But who could tell her why Lu Jingchen was more anxious than her? He seemed to wish that she could learn it right away.

Xia Qingli walked over and tried to discuss with him:

"Can you take a rest for two days? Look, your hand is also injured."

"What does my injured hand have to do with your driving lessons?" Lu Jingchen asked in surprise.

The tone was not a question, but more like a doubt.

Xia Qingli looked embarrassed, as if it really had nothing to do with it, but why did he have to learn it so quickly? Is this the timeliness engraved in the bones of soldiers? They not only strictly demand themselves, but also demand it from the people around them.

"Don't worry, I'll protect you from behind, you won't fall." Seeing her hesitation, Lu Jingchen thought that she was scared by the fall yesterday, so he comforted her.

Having said that, Xia Qingxi couldn't be lazy any more. She raised her hand to take the bike from Lu Jingchen and said with a smile,

"Thank you for your help."

But this smile seemed uglier than crying.

So the two of them spent almost an hour in the yard learning to ride a bike. Just as Lu Jingchen promised, he was always by her side to protect her. Xia Qingxi didn't fall once, and she rode better and better.

He seemed to have a kind of magic that made people trust him and feel at ease. She put down all her worries and fears, and naturally she could get twice the result with half the effort.

After that, the two of them pushed the bike back. Lu said in surprise,

"You rode well today. At this rate, you can go on the road for actual practice tomorrow."

Hearing his official training words, Xia Qingling suddenly laughed, looked at him and asked softly,

"Do you train your soldiers like this in the army?"

She smiled, with bright eyes and white teeth, like the bright starry sky he saw when he was on duty, crawling in the grass. It was so beautiful that his heart skipped a beat.

Noticing his abnormality, he immediately turned his head and said seriously,

"No."

When he was training soldiers in the army, he often said: Hurry up! Get up! Do it again! Continue...

But what he said just now was: It's okay, slow down, look ahead, very good...

Can this be the same?

Seeing her serious look, Xia Qingxi didn't want to joke with him anymore, but asked about his injury yesterday with concern:

"Is your hand okay?"

Lu Jingchen didn't show much expression on his face, as if he had forgotten about it, and replied in a low voice:

"It's just a minor scratch, it's okay."

Xia Qingxi felt pain just by seeing such a big skin break, but she said it was just a minor scratch. Do soldiers have a low sense of pain? But people all have the same nervous system.

Thinking of the scar on his back, Xia Qingxi felt that the man in front of her had grown taller again.

The two returned home, parked their bicycles, and Xia Qingxi hurried back to the room, poured out two bowls of water, and handed a cup to Lu Jingchen.

After learning to drive for so long, she felt her throat was about to smoke.

After drinking a big bowl, she felt much better. Just as she was about to put down the bowl, she heard Lu Jingchen ask:

"Why haven't I seen you drink malt milk these two days?"

She was not used to the fact that this body needed to be replenished. After Lu Jingchen reminded her, she remembered to drink malt milk and immediately said:

"I'll make it now."

After a while, she made a bowl of malt milk.

"From now on, make a bowl every morning and evening, and drink it strictly on time and in the right amount." Lu Jingchen looked at her and said.

Xia Qingxiang once again felt the rigor of the soldiers in Lu Jingchen, but this was good for his health, so he readily agreed, nodded and smiled, saying:

"Okay, I'll do whatever you say."

The pretty little person in front of him was so well-behaved, so obedient, and spoke softly and sweetly.

The words "I'll do whatever you say" seemed to have a little hook in each word, and each syllable was plucked at the heartstrings.

Lu Jingchen responded unnaturally with a soft "Yeah". Then he walked out of the room, sweating all over, and he had to go wash up.

Because he had just drunk a lot of water, Xia Qingxiang was not in a hurry, so he put the bowl of malt extract aside, thinking that he would drink it after it cooled down.

The rich aroma of malted milk wafted out from the room. He Shanshan, who had been admiring her beautiful new dress in front of the mirror, smelled the aroma and knew that Xia Qingling was drinking malted milk again. She couldn't help swallowing her saliva.

She was jealous and imagined that when she had money in the future, she could buy a few cans at any time and keep them at home to eat slowly.

After Xia Qingling finished drinking the malted milk in the room, she found a pen and a notebook and began to draw the clothes she wanted to make. This era is not like the later generations, where the tolerance for dressing is so high. Those clothes that show arms and legs are not suitable for making.

The clothes she wanted to make should be beautiful and decent. After thinking for a while, she drew a few beautiful dresses on paper.

Then, I selected the elegant white and blue colors from the purchased fabrics, found a ruler and cardboard, made a sample with the cardboard, and then cut it out. I placed the cut paper pattern on the fabric, drew the outline with a pen, and then cut it out. If the fabric was not wide enough, I would join two pieces together.

In fact, the most difficult part of making clothes is not sewing, but the calculation and proofing in the early stage. The styles made by Xia Qingxing are not complicated. After learning design for so many years, she is very familiar with the cutting formula, so she is very fast in making clothes and starts sewing the fabric in a short time.

As the foot of the sewing machine moves up and down, the needle and thread leave regular marks on the fabric. Before long, the clothes have a general shape.

"Step, step, step, are you annoyed?" At this time, He Shanshan suddenly walked out of the room and yelled at Xia Qingxing.