She looked at me with a worried look on her face.
Zhou Zhengting quickly came back to his senses, "Oh, it's okay, it's fine. It's snowing outside today, you should dry your hair quickly before going out."
Jiang Qingyue wiped it a few times and prepared to get the lunch box, "It's okay, it's only for a moment, you should be hungry, right?"
But Zhou Zhengting insisted, "Do you remember the time when you got caught in the snow and had a fever? You have such a delicate constitution, why don't you learn from it?"
Jiang Qingyue curled the corners of her mouth.
I couldn't help but feel sad in my heart. The last time she fell ill was because she was pregnant, but she didn't know it at the time.
"Okay, how about I make you some malted milk to fill you up first?"
"Well, drink something to warm yourself up quickly, or you'll collapse again before I recover. I won't be able to take care of you then."
After saying this, Zhou Zhengting became secretly annoyed again.
I clearly meant to do good for her, but every time I spoke, it turned out like this.
Fortunately, Jiang Qingyue was already used to it, and she drank two cups of malted milk while holding a towel.
By the time Zhou Zhengting finished drinking the malted milk, Jiang Qingyue's hair was almost dry.
She quickly combed her hair and planned to tie it up.
Zhou Zhengting couldn't help but take another look. Her hair was tied up yesterday, but he didn't notice it.
When she let her hair down today, I realized that it was so long again.
It is shiny black and very dazzling.
Jiang Qingyue asked uncomfortably, "Why are you staring at me?"
Zhou Zhengting touched his nose guiltily, "Really? I'm just curious, didn't you say before that having long hair is troublesome? Why did you grow your hair long again?"
Jiang Qingyue tied her hair neatly and said perfunctorily, "It's just to look good!"
Zhou Zhengting:......
I remember that when we lived together before, she didn't care much about these things.
It seems that she has really changed.
Early in the morning, the two of them talked for a long time and successfully missed the meal.
After Jiang Qingyue finished cleaning up, she looked at the watch and said, "Mom, it's too late to get food."
Having said that, he was about to go out.
Zhou Zhengting shouted quickly, "Forget it, if I missed it, I missed it. I'm not hungry anyway."
"That won't work, you're a patient!" Jiang Qingyue regretted it so much, and then stamped her feet, "How about this, there's still some bone soup left over from yesterday in the pot, I'll cook some noodles for the two of us to eat together? I saw someone sent you some noodles just now."
Zhou Zhengting hummed, "Okay, thank you for your hard work."
It was extremely cold outside, so Jiang Qingyue quickly cooked the noodles and brought in the pot.
The two of them put the food in small bowls and ate together while sitting on the bed.
The snowflakes outside the window were floating in the wind and soon covered the glass.
The room was warm and the two of them were sweating as they ate.
Not to mention Zhou Zhengting, even Jiang Qingyue suddenly felt like she was back in the winter when she first got married.
The snow was falling too heavily, so Jiang Qingyue couldn't go out for a walk.
There was really nothing to do in the house.
After washing the dishes and cutting some fruit for Zhou Zhengting, everything was completely fine.
Jiang Qingyue simply took out paper and pen and started writing the manuscript.
Zhou Zhengting made small talk, "Are you still submitting articles and writing them?"
Jiang Qingyue didn't raise her eyes, just hummed lightly.
Zhou Zhengting shamelessly continued to ask, "Or should we submit the manuscript to the editor-in-chief named Song?"
"yes."
Zhou Zhengting pursed his lips and suddenly spoke again, "You should be attending university in Beijing, right? There are so many powerful newspapers in Beijing, why did you choose to go to Tongshan County to submit your article?"
Jiang Qingyue glanced at him unhappily, "Editor-in-Chief Song's hometown is originally from Beijing, and he is currently working for a newspaper in Beijing."
Zhou Zhengting laughed dryly twice, pulled the corners of his mouth, and his tone was a little sour.
"I thought so. It turns out that he has returned to Beijing."
"Tell me, is Editor-in-Chief Song interested in you?"
Jiang Qingyue looked up at him in surprise, then lowered her eyes and continued writing, "You are interested in me? What are you thinking? How is it possible?"
"It's a man's intuition. Otherwise, why didn't he come back earlier or later? He was transferred back when you went to Beijing to attend university?"
Jiang Qingyue put away her pen and looked at him with a smile, "Oh, Platoon Leader Zhou also loves gossip?"
"But I'm afraid I'll disappoint you. Although we're both in Beijing, we haven't seen each other for at least a year. He's usually busy, so I always find other editors when I submit my manuscripts."
When Zhou Zhengting heard this, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
The air inexplicably feels fresher.
"I'm just concerned about your private life. You're too innocent. Try to avoid dealing with old men. They have too many tricks."
Jiang Qingyue couldn't help but burst out laughing.
If she remembered correctly, Song Zhihe didn't seem to be much older than him.
This man is usually very tolerant, so why does he seem to be particularly displeased with Song Zhihe?
"why are you laughing?"
"Oh, it's okay. I'm just writing a manuscript in my hand. If you have nothing to do, just close your eyes and rest for a while."
"......"
The two stayed in the hospital for three more days.
The doctor finally announced that Zhou Zhengting could be discharged from the hospital to recuperate.
Early in the morning, Xie Xiangyang drove the army vehicle and brought a wheelchair to pick up Zhou Zhengting back to the island.
The three of them set out from the hospital and drove for two hours before reaching the pier.
Because the car and the person had to be transported separately, Zhou Zhengting had to be carried up and down in a wheelchair.
Xie Xiangyang definitely couldn't do it alone, so Jiang Qingyue came along to help.
After the three of them got on the boat, Jiang Qingyue, exhausted and sweating, finally sat down.
Zhou Zhengting felt upset. He didn't expect that one day he would be unable to move and had to rely on a woman to help him move things around.
When he looked at his hands and legs which were still in plaster, he felt even more discouraged.
Jiang Qingyue thought that he was depressed because he had to go back to the military area and was sad that he could not participate in the training.
So he comforted her kindly, "The doctor said it's just a simple fracture. There's no nerve damage. You can move again after the bone heals."
"Besides, you have such a good physique, you will definitely recover soon. There is no need to rush the training."
Zhou Zhengting nodded and took out a clean handkerchief from his pocket. "Hurry up and wipe the sweat off your forehead, or you'll catch a cold from the wind."
Seeing that he didn't mention the next sentence for the first time, Jiang Qingyue said jokingly, "Yes, in case you are not well yet and I fall down again, then there will be no one to take care of me."
Zhou Zhengting gave her an unpleasant look.
While Jiang Qingyue was enjoying the scenery, Xie Xiangyang quickly leaned over and said, "Okay, Lao Zhou, your wife treats you well. She's really warm."
Zhou Zhengting snorted coldly and glanced at him, "Of course."
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