coconut

Song Xu heard a clear sound of breaking.

He turned around, trying to find the source, only to see Song Feng, who was pale and staggering.

Song Xu didn't understand why Song Feng always had this expression of a Tibetan mastiff who had just undergone surgery.

The appearance of this expression is often related to Ivy.

If Song Xu didn't know how much Song Feng hated her, he would have thought he was in love with Ivy.

In the not-so-big ward, there was total silence. The doctor and nurse who had already changed Song Feng's medicine did not leave, but began to slowly tidy up the things on the bed, collecting sterile, disposable gauze bags one by one. The two of them held their breath tacitly and glanced at the strange and ambiguous people in the room.

Ivy clenched her hands awkwardly on the quilt. She didn't expect Lorraine to speak out so bluntly at this moment. She thought this marriage had to be kept secret until after the divorce.

She said cautiously: "Yes, teacher, it can be made public."

Lorraine asked naturally, "Pineapple bun or croissant, which one do you want?"

Ivy said, "I want to eat them all."

Lorraine paused and handed both loaves of bread to her.

Song Feng's body on the hospital bed was clamped by bandages and splints. No matter how good the doctor's skills were or how advanced the equipment was, the human body was still the human body. It was impossible to restore it to its original state with simple coagulants and ointments like a bionic man.

Song Feng was struggling, still reciting Song Xu's words: "Once a teacher, always a father. You, you——"

Ivy was used to his frequent misbehavior and intermittent fits of madness.

She said, "Why? I'm not married to your father."

Lorraine stopped taking the milk.

Song Xu urged him hastily: "No, no, don't do that. You may not know that my uncle is very lustful and not a good man. He has been cheating on young girls. My aunt divorced him a long time ago——"

Ivy took a bite of the cake, and seeing Lorraine, she hurriedly comforted him: "After I divorce you, I will not marry him. It was just an angry remark."

Song Feng was so angry that his teeth were trembling: "It's fine if you insulted my father, but you still complain! What's wrong with our genes? Why do you complain?"

Lorraine scolded them expressionlessly: "That's enough, are you all elementary school students?"

While teaching, he took apart the straw.

Looking around the room, Lorraine realized that he was not like a combat training teacher at the base. He was just a nanny who stopped children from fighting in kindergarten. "Songfeng, you asked me last week why I didn't increase the expedition budget for Iris. I told you clearly that there are serious problems with Iris. Genes don't represent everything, and 'talent' doesn't mean strength. If you continue like this, I will consider disbanding Iris and reorganizing the expedition team."

Song Feng said nothing.

"Song Xu," Lorraine inserted the straw into the milk bottle and said to Song Xu, "It's not a bad thing to be naive, but it's your fault to not use your brain. I recognize your ability, but I hope you can restrain those impossible, improper and redundant emotions. Can you do it?"

Song Xu remained silent.

Ivy prepared herself mentally, she knew that Lorraine was used to criticizing everyone in turn, and it would be her turn next.

What would he say? Reckless? Impulsive? Hot-blooded? Without thinking?

"And you, Ivy," Lorraine handed her the bottle of milk with a straw, "Drink it all up, don't leave a drop. You need to replenish your energy now."

Ivy: "...Thank you, old——"

"Master" took it back and she drank the milk with energy sugar in silence.

Song Feng suddenly said, "Teacher, you always say that we should be fair and just, but I remember that there should be no sexual relations between teachers and students at the base, right? Ivy's grades——"

"…The assessment results for this class were graded by four teachers," Song Xu, who had just been scolded, immediately jumped out to explain, "It's very fair, so even though many students are… uh, no one questions the rationality of this score."

Song Feng stopped talking.

Lorraine didn't want to teach a group of elementary school students. He glanced at the time and said, "You continue to rest. I'll go drive."

After he left, Song Feng lay on the bed, motionless, with his eyes blank.

Song Xu beside him was looking down at the screen, searching for something. Song Feng squinted his eyes, and when he saw the words clearly with his excellent eyesight, he was so angry that he almost fainted.

How to Get a Master's Wife

"Once a teacher, always a father, how to get a stepmother"

"Mom's Literature"

"My ex-girlfriend has become my stepmother. How can I successfully poach her and take over if my stepfather won't die anytime soon?"

…

In the end, it was Lorraine who drove them out of the dark area with Yu Mo, who had successfully bought the drugs. Yu Mo had a bandage wrapped around one of his fingers - he explained that it was an accidental scratch.

The seating arrangement was very reasonable, with Lorraine at the driver's seat, Ivy at the co-driver's seat, and Yu Mo and Song Xu sitting in the back two rows.

The advantage is the spacious trunk.

His injuries were serious and he could only lie flat.

After learning that Ivy drank milk for breakfast, Yu Mo frowned and said tactfully, "I don't mean to criticize you, Chief Lorraine. She has a slight lactose intolerance - especially after being tired. Why do you give her milk? And Qinggan Pu'er, tea and milk are not good for the stomach. Besides, she likes to sleep to maintain her physical strength after being tired. How can you give her tea? You are her husband, don't you even know her preferences?"

Lorraine drove the car and did not respond to Yu Mo. Instead, she said to Ivy, "It seems that we don't understand each other well enough."

Ivy sympathetically came to his rescue: "Maybe it's because we haven't lived together."

"Okay, I understand," Lorraine nodded, "You mean, you want to live with me?"

Ivy: “Ahhhh?”

"Excuse me for being blunt," Yu Mo pressed his hand on his chest, with a pale smile on his face, "Living together doesn't mean you can get to know each other deeply. Did you know that Xiaobao often has nightmares? Sometimes she wakes up at night and needs someone to hold her and comfort her. She's in a bad mood for half an hour after waking up in the morning, so it's best not to disturb her. Her favorite fruit is--"

Lorraine interrupted him: "Mr. Yu Mo."

Song Xu took notes frantically and asked Ivy, "What kind of fruit do you like to eat?"

Ivy said, "Uh... I don't know, it seems to be OK."

"Cherry," Yu Mo said, "Your favorite fruit is cherry. If no one supervises you, you will eat so many cherries that your gums swell and your nose bleeds."

"Really?" Ivy was surprised. "Why don't I remember?"

"On your sixth birthday, after you ate too many cherries and felt sick, I accompanied you to the hospital to get medicine and carried you home," Yu Mo said softly. "After that, I told my parents about this, and since then, we've bought cherries in moderation and didn't let you eat too many at once. When you lived in the school dormitory, you thought cherries were expensive and never bought them by yourself, so this situation never happened again."

"I don't think this is the right time to discuss my wife's privacy," Lorraine looked ahead. "Please be careful with your words."

Ivy turned around, clasped her hands together, looked at Yu Mo pleadingly, and whispered, "Please."

Lorraine saw it clearly in the rearview mirror.

She rarely made such a pitiful expression to others, and even used her eyes to plead.

Yu Mo smiled helplessly, he leaned over, raised his hand, and slightly adjusted the headband on Ivy's head - the purple myrtle headband that he had tied on her head with his own hands was gone, and now it was a very simple black hair tie.

He asked, "When will you be home tonight?"

Ivy said quickly, "It depends on the interview."

The expedition team that came to recruit members today was mainly Iris, and the rest were some scattered small teams. Whether in terms of equipment or other aspects, they were far inferior to Iris.

No matter from which angle you look at it, Iris is still the first choice - even though Iris's vice-captain is still lying haggard in the trunk of the car.

In order to avoid suspicion, Lorraine did not show up at the interview venue. After putting the person down, he walked away.

I have completely missed the morning interview, but the afternoon one is still going on.

Ivy rushed to the base dormitory to get the materials she had sorted out, and asked Nana about the interview in the morning.

Song Feng is "disabled but determined", and even though he has been fully trained, he still insists on staying in the front line of interviews.

He knew Ivy would come.

Ivy is the daughter of a servant in Songxu's family, but she never obeys the unspoken rule of "giving way". When the children get together to play games, she always comes first. Songfeng can't lose face and asks her quietly if she can give way to him. He is the oldest and the older brother, and he also wants to win.

Until now, Song Feng still remembers Ivy's surprised look at that time.

"The first is to rely on strength, not charity," Ivy said, "If you want to win, then try to beat me."

...and then the angry Song Feng was beaten by Ivy and had a mental breakdown in this game.

After that, she was the most disgusting person - bar none.

Song Feng always remembers that indifferent look after winning the game, and it is engraved in his heart.

She will definitely choose Iris.

Song Feng was ready to reject her harshly.

He wanted to irritate her, to see her angry eyes, to make her experience again the pain and shame he had felt back then. He wanted her eyes to be on him, not on that - nothing.

But every time they clashed, Song Feng hated her more.

Why is she always indifferent, why is she never irritated by him, why can't she have any emotions for him?

This hatred and disgust even surpassed Song Feng's lifelong concern and had diluted his sorrow of losing the lover who was "more than 89 percent of his match".

Song Feng thought that as a person who had lost his destiny, he would probably go to the grave with hatred for Ivy.

“…Huh?”

The familiar voice of Ivy.

Songfeng frowned and raised his head with great effort, ready to curse, but when he saw the girl's face clearly, he was stunned.

It was a face that was almost identical to Ivy's, height, figure, and even hair color—

But her eye color is lighter, a light, soft amber.

It wasn't a ponytail, but long hair tied into a small round bun with a white hairband.

"Excuse me, is this the recruitment office for the Iris Expedition Team?" The girl smiled, looking more like Ivy. "I just immigrated from District 5 with my uncle—"

Song Feng was shocked: "You are——"

"Oh, let me introduce myself," the girl said. "My name is Alice, and here are my information and resume reports. I have received complete adventure training in the Fifth District, and here are the grades given to me by the base... ah, and more."

She leaned over and approached Songfeng. Songfeng smelled the strong coconut milk scent on her body. He felt dizzy for a moment and was at a loss. His head was swollen and his lips were dry. He stood there in a daze, staring blankly at her face that looked like Ivy.

"I heard," Alice whispered, "Iris has some genetic requirements, right? I took the test before, and it was A."

A man's voice came from behind: "Alice, come here and sign the registration form!"

Song Feng saw that it was a man with a strong body, dark skin and blond hair.

"Got it, Yu Bai!" Alice smiled and waved her hand, "I'll be there soon, don't rush me."

Song Feng was about to immerse himself in that similar face and the pleasant and attractive smell of coconut milk.

Alice smiled playfully again: "But I still have a lot of shortcomings. If I am lucky enough to join, I would like to ask for your guidance in many areas. I will definitely learn from you well."

Before he finished speaking, the man called "Yu Bai" had already walked up to him.

He looked at Alice in silence and accompanied her to the right place to hand in the form.

Before leaving, he looked at Song Feng strangely.

Song Feng's body was still tied up with bandages, so he had a limited angle to turn his head, and could only watch the two people's backs as they walked away in shock. After they walked a distance away, it was unknown what Yu Bai said, but Alice, in anger, slapped him hard on the buttocks, like a master spanking her disobedient big dog.

Song Feng's ears were ringing. He couldn't tell what was wrong with him. He just felt that the inexplicable smell of coconut milk wrapped around him tightly, making him feel uneasy. He was obviously allergic to coconut, but this smell diluted with milk still made him feel intoxicated. He gasped for breath, and when he could no longer smell that smell, he suddenly thought of Ivy's indifferent eyes.

Just thinking about her look, he couldn't help but shudder.

Immediately, Song Feng thought of Song Xu's strange words yesterday -

When Yu Mo asked if there was a girl who looked exactly like Ivy, Song Xu thought about it and said.

"Although their looks and figures are very similar," Song Xu said seriously, "but Ivy is Ivy, unique and I won't make a mistake."

"I don't like the word identical. There is only one Ivy in the world."

…

Song Feng waited for the whole afternoon, but at the end, he didn't see Ivy.

What's going on?

Doesn't she want to join Iris anymore?

He was upset and couldn't help but go to Song Xu to ask about the situation.

Song Xu: "Ah? I don't know?"

Then, he was ecstatic again: "Is it because of the rule that members of the expedition team cannot fall in love? Ivy is worried about this, right? After all, I must join Iris..."

Song Feng thought for the 37,246th time why Song Xu was his younger brother.

The person in charge of collecting data from the Iris expedition team was about to leave, and someone came over to ask Song Feng for his opinion. Song Feng sat quietly for a while, looking at the pile of registration forms on the table.

He turned around and looked back: "Captain, let's postpone the enrollment for another day tomorrow. I'm worried that there will be some fish that slip through the net - no, I mean, the talents that are missed; someone may be delayed because of something... Maybe, tomorrow we can wait for a better team member -"

"Why don't you go today?"

At the table, Ireland picked up the biggest and most delicious piece of braised pork for Ivy and said in surprise: "Don't you like Iris the most?"

She still remembered that when the Iris Expedition Team was first established, all members, including the captain "H", were secretive and did not show up. It was said that this was because several members were underage.

Ivy was still young at that time, not even ten years old, but she admired the Iris Expedition Team very much. She even pasted a poster she drew in her bedroom, with the captain "H", the vice-captains "L" and "C", as well as "X", "D"...

She imagined these people to be free and fearless.

Ivy explained: "Because of genetic discrimination... I figured it out. Instead of continuing to endure injustice in that team, it's better to change to another team - even if the equipment is a little behind, I don't mind. Besides, today, the teacher told me about the military's investment in these expedition teams. The funds Iris received are actually declining year by year."

She tried hard to forget about the "cloning" incident and continued to get along with her parents as before.

The parents are innocent.

Regardless of whether they were originally involved in this matter, their memories have been completely cleared and they remember nothing. She is her parents' daughter, except that she is missing the part about giving birth.

Ireland was surprised: "Which teacher? He even knows this?"

"The official website has been publicly announcing investment in the expedition team, and this year announced that it would increase support and assistance for some small teams," Ivy said, "so I didn't go today."

Ireland said, "Just be happy."

At this point, she sighed again: "Now I don't know if I was wrong to persuade you to get married. Hector is indeed good-looking, but it seems that he can't accompany you..."

Before Ivy could say anything, she heard the doorbell ring. Her father was not at home tonight, so she jumped over to open the door and saw Lorraine standing calmly outside the door through the video screen.

She opened the door in shock: "Why are you here?"

Luo Lin said calmly: "Didn't you say you wanted to live with me? I'll come pick you up."

Ivy: “Ah!”

During the conversation, Ireland walked out.

After seeing Lorraine, he was also stunned. He never expected that he would visit at this moment.

The surprise dissipated when Lorraine offered to take Ivy away, politely and gently explaining the reason for his recent absence.

He stayed in the wasteland for nearly half a year, successfully destroyed several power generation base stations of artificial intelligence, recaptured a large area of ​​land, and rescued some humans who were kept in captivity by artificial intelligence for research.

This is why he left Ivy in a hurry after getting married.

He had a six-month vacation, and now he only had seven days left to rest - during the previous vacation, he actually accepted an invitation to teach the base trainees.

Ireland, who was very ambitious, accepted this explanation.

Ivy found that Lorraine was not as polite as he used to be today.

If she hadn't seen how sharp-tongued he usually was, she would have believed it today and thought he was such a gentle and modest gentleman.

It turns out that he is also humble and respectful to his elders.

It's incredible.

She thought Lorraine was the kind of guy who didn't make any distinctions and had a cold face towards everyone.

Ireland did not refuse Lorraine's request to take Ivy away. She was in no mood to put away the gifts that Lorraine brought. She hurried back to the room, stuffed a bag into Ivy's hands, and reminded them to be careful on the road.

It wasn't until she returned to her and Lorraine's house that Ivy discovered the bag contained lubricant, oil, and a bag of human baby strangulation.

She immediately stuffed them back.

Lorraine saw her panicked movements: "What?"

"…something my mom gave me, but I can't seem to use it," Ivy explained. "It's the wrong size."

She filled in the data herself and tried it once, and she knew how outrageous it was.

Lorraine hummed, took off his watch and placed it steadily on the table. The collision of metal and wood made a subtle and crisp sound.

Ivy sat on the sofa and asked Lorraine, "Who of us sleeps in the master bedroom?"

This question successfully stopped Lorraine.

He was untying his tie, and when he heard the words, he paused for a second, as if thinking. Within his sight, he saw Ivy's two feet in slippers. Due to the training requirements, her toenails were trimmed very short, neatly, round, and clean.

After a moment, he calmly pulled out his tie, held it in his hand, unbuttoned two buttons of his shirt, and walked towards Ivy.

"I just wanted to talk to you about this," Lorraine said. "Can I sit next to you?"

Ivy said, "Of course."

She felt that Lorraine was a little too polite when she wasn't being sarcastic.

Now Lorraine, it seems, would ask politely before drinking tea milk if she can pour more tea milk into the cloth, if she can take more milk, if she can drink more Zigong.

A clean and cool smell slowly filled the air. Lorraine sat on the sofa beside her. He took out the things that Ms. Ireland had given to Ivy, carefully looked at the numbers and things marked on them, then took out the bottle of oil, looked at it, and put it back.

He said in a calm voice: "We really don't need these."

Ivy looked down and saw the back of his hand, which was severely scarred, with white knuckles and throbbing veins. His palm was steady and she thought of a certain vein that was just as obvious. She felt a strong sensation when she stretched out the wrinkles of a small coconut and flattened it. She often had dizzy illusions that the coconut would break.

She felt a little hot, maybe because the house was rarely occupied, or maybe because the windows were closed.

She asked, "Is the temperature control broken?"

"No," Lorraine raised her hand and put it on her forehead to test, "You are getting a fever, Ivy."

Ivy was a little thirsty, she couldn't say anything, she just felt the pleasant, cold smell of Lorraine getting stronger and stronger. His skin under his shirt was whiter than the skin exposed outside, because after loosening his tie and buttons, she could see the faint bulge of his hips.

Unlike Tseri's exaggerated body, Lorraine's body is real and belongs to a soldier. Daily exercise and war have given him a muscular but scarred body.

Ivy likes it.

She liked the marks that war left on mature bodies; those marks were pain and testimony of experience.

She wants to drink water.

Lorraine's voice was as calm as ever: "I explained to you before about the mutual attraction caused by high compatibility."

"I know," Ivy said, "and it seems to be a one-way street, or maybe I'm just slow to warm up..."

like.

She wasn't sure whether to use the word.

Because as he approached, the changes in her body shook the two words, and the syllables in her mouth began to waver unsteadily.

"You're sweating a lot," Lorraine leaned over, and he wiped the sweat from her forehead with his hand instead of a tissue. "It looks hot, just like the night of your wedding."

At the end, Lorraine tilted her head slightly and asked her, "Do you want to continue what we didn't finish that day?"