Zhou Hanche quickly noticed Han Lingxi, told the soldiers to continue training, and walked over to Han Lingxi.
How did you get here?
Zhou Hanche asked Han Lingxi through the low fence.
“I couldn’t be of much help in the camp, so I just came to check on things.”
Han Lingxi shrugged and said helplessly.
"It must be boring at the camp, you...you can go chat with...Aunt Liu in the kitchen."
Zhou Hanche originally wanted to say that Han Lingxi was not used to staying here and that it was too dangerous here, so why didn't she go home? But he couldn't bring himself to say it. He really couldn't bear to watch the girl he loved marry someone else. He was the one who personally sent her back home.
It's relatively peaceful here now. It's not too late to send Han Lingxi back when things really get serious, Zhou Hanche comforted himself.
So instead of telling Han Lingxi to go home, he suggested she find someone to chat with. He originally wanted to mention Feng Qingfen, since they were about the same age, but then he remembered that Han Lingxi and Feng Qingfen didn't seem to get along, so he said Aunt Liu instead.
After so many twists and turns in one sentence, Zhou Hanche felt that even if his brain was sharp enough, his tongue was about to get tied in a knot, and a really tight one at that.
Han Lingxi, of course, was unaware of the complex emotions swirling in Zhou Hanche's heart, and instead began to reminisce about the past with him.
"Han Che, do you remember when we were kids, we wanted to shoot the crows on the old locust tree by the door, so I stole the pistol from Father's study. You aimed at it for a long time but didn't dare to fire. I told you to shoot, but you wouldn't let me. In the end, Father found out before I could even fire."
Han Lingxi said regretfully.
"Of course I remember. I still remember you crying so hard you couldn't catch your breath. Everyone thought I had ordered you to do it. You got away with it, but my dad beat me so badly I couldn't get out of bed for days."
When talking about his childhood, Zhou Hanche became quite talkative.
"You're still blaming me? It's all your fault. I've never fired a gun in my life."
Han Lingxi said reproachfully.
Looking at Han Lingxi, who was filled with resentment, Zhou Hanche said something as if possessed.
"Let me teach you how to shoot. There's a shooting range right here."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Hanche regretted it. Han Lingxi was just a young girl; why should she learn to use a gun? She probably just had some regrets and didn't really want to shoot. He decided not to let her use a gun, since it was too dangerous.
"OK."
Han Lingxi smiled brightly, and Zhou Hanche was stunned, forgetting what he had just been thinking, unable to utter a single word of objection.
"Han Che, let's start learning now."
Han Lingxi's eyes sparkled with excitement.
Zhou Hanche glanced at the soldiers who were training and felt that it was inappropriate to teach Han Lingxi now.
"Let's do it tomorrow morning, while the soldiers are eating breakfast and going for their morning run. I'll teach you then."
Han Lingxi happily agreed and skipped back to the camp.
Han Lingxi turned around and revealed a smug smile. She had succeeded as expected. This way, her excellent marksmanship could come naturally, and she could also spend more time with Zhou Hanche.
"Hello."
"Hey, Han Zhu, you should get up now, or Zhou Hanche will run off with someone else."
Upon hearing Zhou Hanche's name, Han Lingxi sat up instantly. She saw that Feng Qingfen on the opposite bed had just woken up and hadn't gotten up yet. Han Lingxi remembered that Feng Qingfen always got up very early. She was still in bed. She picked up the pocket watch on the seat. It was 4:30. Han Lingxi's face darkened. "System, are you trying to kill me?"
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