Chapter 216: Love is Deep and Deep
Song Yiyuan put all his things in the living room: "Qingqing, I put my things here. You pack up first and I'll go return the car. I'll come and boil some water for you to wash up."
Lin Qingqing nodded, took out the meat buns from her bag, put them on the table, picked up one and started eating.
Seeing that she had finished eating, Song Yiyuan hurried out, returned the car to the army and came back quickly.
Lin Qingqing was eating a bun when she glanced at the notebook on the dining table. It was filled with Xiaomei's notes as she was making drafts for her math problems.
That day, he told Political Commissar Wang that he wanted junior high and high school textbooks. The next morning at around nine o'clock, his bodyguard Shen Youguo delivered two sets of textbooks, a bag of plain draft paper, two pens, and a pair of pencils.
Today she bought a skirt, and she specially bought an elegant style to give to You Manhua next door.
During the days that You Manhua came here, he only showed up occasionally. The rest of the time he stayed at home. I don’t know whether he was resting or busy with other things.
The sisters-in-law in the family compound are now busy preparing herbs. They are so busy that they wish every second counts. How can they have the energy to deal with trivial matters?
So You Manhua can stay at home and not take care of anything.
Lin Qingqing thought about her usual home, where Xiaomei would chatter non-stop around her. After she came to the army, the yard had never been as quiet as it was today.
The yard outside was pitch black, and the crickets in the corner chirped intermittently, making people feel even more lonely.
Just when Lin Qingqing was stunned, the courtyard door was opened from the outside. It was Song Yiyuan who came in.
Seeing Lin Qingqing still sitting in the yard, he turned around and gently closed and locked the door.
Walking into the hall, he saw that the clothes beside Lin Qingqing were still the same, and there was a hint of loneliness in her expression. He asked with concern, "Are you tired?"
Lin Qingqing shook her head, lowered her eyes and said nothing.
"I'll go boil some water for you to wash up." He glanced at Lin Qingqing again and turned to go to the kitchen.
More than ten minutes later, Song Yiyuan came in with the washbasin and put it on the wash rack. He washed the napkin, wrung it dry, and put it on the basin.
Turning around and seeing that Lin Qingqing had already sorted out the things she bought today, he said, "Wash your face first, then wash your feet."
Lin Qingqing stood up and walked to the rack. Looking at the set up fur, she said, "Don't be so meticulous. I have hands. Just boil the water and it will be done."
Song Yiyuan scratched his head. He remembered the leader saying that Political Commissar Wang’s family was responsible for taking care of Sister Manhua.
"good."
He took the foot basin to the kitchen and fetched a basin of water, placed it next to the bench, and then sat aside waiting for Lin Qing to finish washing his face and come over to wash his feet.
Lin Qingqing saw him sitting beside her with his back straight, and asked coldly, "Aren't you going to wash up?"
Song Yiyuan coughed lightly. He just wanted to sit next to her for a while, but seeing Qingqing's expression, it seemed that she was a little disgusted with him.
"I'll wash it later."
Lin Qingqing ignored him and took the foot cloth and slippers, took off her white shoes and socks, revealing two feet as white and tender as jade.
The next second after Song Yiyuan saw the pair of feet, he turned his head and looked elsewhere.
That foot must feel very soft to the touch, this thought kept turning in Song Yiyuan's mind.
Lin Qingqing put her feet in the basin, and the hot water covered her ankles. Her originally white and tender feet became pink and tender in an instant after being scalded by the hot water.
Song Yiyuan glanced down at this scene, his heart began to beat faster unconsciously, and his face became very hot.
"You go wash, I have something to do in the room." He said as he stood up.
Afraid that Lin Qingqing would see him blushing, he ran very quickly and went back to his room in just a few steps.
He let out a breath, closed the door, sat down on the chair in front of the desk, and looked out the window at the quiet night outside.
After a few seconds, he leaned back in his chair, releasing all his strength, and half-raised his head.
The clear jawline makes his facial features more three-dimensional, and the high ridge between the nose and forehead is a unique feature of men.
His facial features were like those of a Greek sculpture, with impeccable proportions from the front and side. His eagle eyes were a cold warning when he looked up, and tenderness when he lowered his eyes as if they contained a pool of water.
He frowned slightly and half-closed his eyes, thinking about his feelings when he first saw Lin Qingqing. She was good-looking, but he used to feel that it was just a superficial appearance. Because he had been good-looking since he was a child, it caused him a lot of trouble, so he never judged a person by whether he was good-looking or not.
Later... he couldn't remember when he started paying attention to her, becoming interested in her, and developing romantic feelings for her.
The more he thought about it, the tighter his brows furrowed.
He suddenly thought of a line of poetry: I don't know where the feelings come from, but they are so deep and lasting.
"Bang~" was the sound of Lin Qingqing closing the door as she entered the room.
Song Yiyuan also hurried out to wash up, fearing that any noise would disturb Lin Qingqing's sleep.
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The next day, Lin Qingqing got up at seven o'clock as usual. She went to wash up. When she passed the hall, she saw that water was already placed on the washstand and a towel was placed on the basin.
Song Yiyuan was sitting at the desk in his room writing something when he noticed some movement in the living room. He turned around and saw Lin Qingqing who had just gotten up.
"The water for washing your face is ready." He looked at Lin Qingqing with watery eyes and stood up and said.
Lin Qingqing turned around and picked up the towel to wash her face without responding to him.
Song Yiyuan walked out of the room, went to the kitchen and brought breakfast to the living room.
In the morning, I ate the steamed buns and pickled radish that Xiaomei had prepared earlier.
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