Chen Yu paused and looked at the little girl in front of him. Even though she had turned into a normal person, she was still blinking slowly, like butterfly wings flapping slowly, which tickled his heart.

After a long while, he slowly opened his mouth and asked in a very low voice, "Are you the little turtle that turned into a spirit?"

The little turtle becomes a spirit?

Although turtles are not bad things, in fact, the turtle spirit is a rare good friend of the snail spirit, and they can play with the same speed and frequency. But as for humans... it seems that they always treat turtle as an insult?

"You are the turtle! You are the turtle!!"

Shen Rongrong's reaction speed was fast enough now, so she rejected the "spirit theory" and poked him on the forehead with a finger, which made him laugh so hard that he stepped back, covering his forehead.

“…Yes, I am a turtle.”

Chen Yu always felt that he had been infected by her several times and was slow and sluggish, just like a turtle that had become a spirit.

Even Wu Zheng said: The old bastard is possessed.

It's hard not to think about it.

Especially during that period of time, I always felt that I was out of touch.

It was summer, and many teammates were busy with special training and sweating, but it was all hot sweat. He was also sweating hot sweat at first, but then it suddenly turned into cold sweat. When the wind blew, it became even colder. Many old comrades treated him like an ice cube.

A group of people took off their shirts after sweating profusely, and squeezed him in the middle with their bare chests to get some cool air. The scene was so shocking to the eyes.

There's no point in going to the doctor, they always say the same thing. I look through the medical records and see - it was you who caught a cold last time.

I was infertile because of the cold, I was slow in my movements because of the cold, and I was sweating and getting cold because of the cold. All the problems were due to that cold... So, in the past few months, I always thought that if I had another chance in this life, I must ask Rongrong what was going on.

He also reflected on the 'exchange ritual' of that thing, which is the kiss.

So for the past three months, I kissed her several times every day, from the embarrassment and electric shock in the beginning to the attachment habit later.

He couldn't imagine how he would live the rest of his life if one day she woke up and didn't want to marry him.

If you ask a rigid person who has remained the same since birth to suddenly change after accepting everything, he will never be able to change.

Now is the time to ask this question.

He wanted to know the answer to the question that was left unanswered three months ago.

"Rongrong." Chen Yu looked at the angry girl, raised his hand, wrapped it around her little hand and rubbed it twice: "When do you plan to marry me?"

"Getting married..." I was looking forward to it just now, but when people are on the edge of a cliff, they always get a little timid: "I didn't say...you want to marry me..."

"Um?"

Shen Rongrong said the wrong thing due to nervousness, and Chen Yu found out about it.

"Then I'll tell you now." Chen Yu immediately added: "I want to marry you."

"Ah...?" Shen Rongrong raised her eyes, looked into the smiling eyes of the man in front of her, and murmured softly: "Actually... I really want to, but..."

She couldn't say.

Her purpose of coming here was to marry Gu Yifeng, and then walk to the end honestly. After going out, she would ascend to become an immortal smoothly and see what the fairyland that no snail had ever seen was like.

As a result, the immortal world didn’t see it, but the immortal calamity happened first.

As a result, she finds this mission objective ridiculous when it is mentioned now.

Chen Yu waited for a long time, but he didn't hear what she was saying.

After a long time, it seemed that it could no longer bear it, and the hand holding her hand used a little more force: "Let me tell you a secret."

"What?"

He looked outside, then leaned closer to Shen Rongrong and whispered in her ear, "I am not from this world."

Shen Rongrong's eyes widened in surprise.

How did he know?

Could it be that he was also reborn like Shen Yueying?

Shen Rongrong almost immediately let go of his hand with disgust.

It would be a bit scary if he was the Chen Yu who spent his whole life with Shen Yueying.

Chen Yu watched her pull his hand away, looked at her unacceptable expression, curled his lips, and sighed with calm eyes: "Okay."

The air fell into silence.

Just when Shen Rongrong thought there would be no follow-up, Chen Yu suddenly stood up, but half-bent over and looked at her sitting beside the bed: "I have to go back. I have training in the afternoon and will come back to see you in the evening. Will you be discharged in the evening?"

"Hmm..." Shen Rongrong blushed inexplicably and leaned back. She supported herself on the bed to keep her balance and stammered, "After being discharged... where are we going?"

"Come back to the dormitory with me." Mr. Chen moved closer and whispered devilishly in her ear: "I have a separate dormitory, you have never been there."

"Then... I definitely haven't been there." Because he was getting closer, Shen Rongrong couldn't avoid him, so she pushed him: "You're too close."

"You can only hear my heartbeat if you are close to me." He took her hand and put it on his violently beating heart: "Here, it keeps beating for you."

Shen Rongrong was stunned.

This love-talk-like sentence doesn't seem to come from the mouth of this man who is portrayed as old-fashioned and honest in the book.

Shen Rongrong was still strong and tried to push him away again: "You... weren't like this before."

"My past self may not be the real me." Chen Yu raised his eyebrows to observe her expression, and asked in a low voice: "You told my grandmother that even though you fought for the country and buried the mountains and rivers, your heart must follow the people you care about. Who taught you this?"

Shen Rongrong looked embarrassed.

I couldn't understand what he was saying.

That sentence was just...something I suddenly thought of and said to my grandma.

"Beep, beep, beep--" The sound of a horn was heard outside again.

The man who was teasing her just now frowned and quickly stood up and straightened his clothes: "It's too late, I'll pick you up in the evening." Then he turned around and strode away.

Shen Rongrong sat up and stared blankly at the door of the ward.

Just as she breathed a sigh of relief, the door was suddenly pushed open again. The man who had left so quickly rushed back like lightning, held her down as she was about to stand up from the sickbed, and bent down to kiss her.

In just three seconds, the man quickly pulled it out.

"goodbye."

He slammed the door and outside there was the sound of heavy footsteps running away.

Only Shen Rongrong was left. She wiped her mouth naively, looked at the man who ran away like a gust of wind downstairs, and laughed out loud for no apparent reason.

…

The snail stayed on the balcony for the entire afternoon until it saw the army green shadow appear again.

In a blink of an eye, she was taken out of the hospital with a lot of luggage.

On the way, many soldiers who were on their way to the canteen to get dinner saw Chen Yu carrying a pile of bedding and blankets, with water cups, washbasins and foot basins hanging in a net bag on his body. He had emptied half of the hospital ward.

The tiny daughter-in-law didn't need to carry anything, she just followed quickly behind and was far behind.

The soldiers joked: "Chen Ying, take a look at your wife! She's fallen behind!"

Chen Yu looked back and saw that Shen Rongrong seemed to have stepped on something and was worried about her small shoes.

He ran back quickly, looked her up and down, and saw that her face was red. He asked in a low voice: "I carry you?"

Shen Rongrong blushed because of the words "my wife has fallen behind".

Somehow, I felt a little shy but also quite happy, so I imitated his eyes and looked up and down at his back which was full of things, and asked leisurely: "Where is the place to carry it?"

"Yes." Mr. Chen stretched out his arm, picked up the woman and sat her on the luggage with the quilt on his back. He shouted like he was carrying his son, with a fatherly love as strong as a mountain: "Go home!"

Shen Rongrong: “!!!”

Three seconds later, Snail Rong, who had lost her snail shell and had nowhere to hide, turned red all over, almost turning into a folded version. She hugged his neck and whimpered for a long time, only squeezing out one sentence.

"Let me go! It's so embarrassing!!!"