Zheng Wanqing did not answer, but just put her face on the back of his hand and continued to concentrate on folding the clothes in her hands.
"I'm worried." She finally spoke softly, reaching out to take the dark blue military uniform beside her, "Should I take this with me?"
Xie Yun rubbed his chin against her shoulder, his newly grown stubble scraping against the silk fabric, making a slight sound: "Bring it. You have to attend a military meeting after you get there, so you have to dress formally."
Zheng Wanqing nodded and carefully spread the military uniform on the top layer of the suitcase. She looked at the dark blue fabric and couldn't help but smooth out a barely visible wrinkle.
"Wanqing." Xie Yun suddenly called her in a low voice, with a hint of hoarseness in his voice.
"Hmm?" She stopped moving her hands, but her eyelashes trembled slightly.
Xie Yun held her wrist and slowly turned her around.
The light flickered in his deep eyes, reflecting the softness in his eyes.
"Don't worry, I'll keep in touch with you in Peking." He stroked the beating pulse on her wrist with his thumb.
Zheng Wanqing nodded slightly in response.
She looked into his eyes, which were filled with too many indescribable emotions.
Xie Yun lowered his head and gave her a kiss between the eyebrows with the aroma of Huadiao wine.
The third drum beat at the hour of Chou was heard, and the lingering sound echoed faintly in the silent courtyard.
Xie Yun looked at Zheng Wanqing's extremely tired expression. Her almond-shaped eyes were half closed, and her long eyelashes cast two dark shadows under her eyes, trembling slightly with her breathing.
He stretched out his hand and pinched her tired cheek, his fingertips touching the softness: "Go and have a rest." There was a distressed and helpless tone in his voice, "Your eyelids are fighting."
Zheng Wanqing took his hand and rubbed it in his palm like a sleepy cat.
"You won't even let me take you to the station," she said in a sleepy voice, still stubbornly refusing to close her eyes, "why don't you let me wait for a while." She covered her lips with her hands and yawned slightly, with crystal tears oozing from the corners of her eyes.
Xie Yun looked at her trying to hold on, smiled helplessly, and gently stroked the faint blue marks under her eyes with his fingertips: "I'm afraid you'll be tired."
She grabbed his sleeve stubbornly and replied, "I do."
A maid knocked cautiously at the door: "Young Marshal, Madam, Adjutant Zhou has prepared the car and is waiting outside."
Xie Yun took a deep breath, swallowing his reluctance with a rolling Adam's apple. He picked up the leather suitcase that had been packed long ago, and when he looked up, he saw Zheng Wanqing trying hard to hold back her tears.
"Beijing is colder than Tianjin, so be careful. Remember to put on more clothes in the morning and at night, and don't rely on your strong body..."
Xie Yun laughed and raised his hand to scratch her nose: "I'm going to take up a new post, not to be exiled."
Zheng Wanqing took out the amulet from her personal brocade bag. The red string wrapped around the triangle amulet was warmed by her: "Take this with you."
Xie Yun was stunned. He took the triangular talisman that was slightly yellowed by the incense and could faintly smell the scent of sandalwood.
"You go to the temple today..."
"I asked the abbot for help," Zheng Wanqing said, trying to hold back her tears. "He said that if you are sincere, your wish will come true."
Xie Yun's chest felt tight.
He never believed in gods or Buddhas, he only believed in the gun in his hand.
But at this moment, this light talisman paper seemed as heavy as a mountain, pressing down on his heart and making it tremble.
He suddenly pulled the person into his arms with such force that he almost crushed her to pieces.
His kiss was hasty and fierce, with the strong flavor of Huadiao wine and unspeakable anxiety, as if he wanted to pour all the words he wanted to say into this kiss.
The moment their lips and teeth touched, Zheng Wanqing groaned in pain, but he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss.
She staggered back and her shoes accidentally hit the threshold. Xie Yun put his hands behind her head and held her against the cold door frame.
She raised her head and accepted his love.
The salty taste of tears filled their intertwined breaths, and it was hard to tell whose eyes got wet first.
Xie Yun finally stepped back a little, buried his face deep in her neck, breathing slightly.
His warm breath sprayed on Zheng Wanqing's sensitive skin, greedily sniffing the familiar jasmine scent.
"Take care of yourself." His voice was very hoarse, and his hand was entangled with a strand of her hair for a long time, unwilling to let go, "It's windy outside, don't see me off."
Zheng Wanqing nodded obediently.
"I'm tired." Xie Yun suddenly let go of his hand, as if he was afraid that he would waver if he hesitated for a moment longer.
He suddenly grabbed the black hat on the table and put it on his head, pulling the brim down so low that the shadow completely covered his red eyes. Then he turned and left without looking back.
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