31,000 nutrient solution bonus chapter: Meng Yingying, I'm going to take you...
Chapter 116
Meng Yingying sensed his unfinished words. She grabbed his wrist, her fingertips touching the cold watch strap, where the watch was beating rapidly.
Each jump seemed to tell her that the man in front of her had been jostled on the railway tracks for a day and two nights just to see her.
Thinking of this, Meng Yingying's throat tightened a little. "Can a soft seat be used as a bed? Sixty-four hours a day, do you think it's like doing morning exercises?"
Her eyes welled up with tears first. "Qi Donghan, you're really reckless when you go crazy!"
Qi Donghan didn't respond, but simply raised his hand to brush away the snowflakes that had fallen on her head. His fingertips were red from the cold, but his movements were so gentle that it was as if he was afraid of breaking something.
Just when Meng Yingying thought he wouldn't answer, he suddenly spoke up, "Yes."
The voice, carried by the cold wind, pierced her heart with each word: "I'd rather die than lose you."
Meng Yingying looked at him stubbornly, but her eyes were red and misty with tears.
"Don't cry, Yingying, don't cry." The man leaned down slightly, his forehead touching hers, their breaths mingling, as if trying to imprint these words into her very bones. "It was worth it to spend over seventy hours to see you."
"It's worth it."
This is the conclusion drawn by Qi Donghan.
He never regretted the more than seventy hours he spent traveling back and forth just to see her.
He didn't find it hard.
On the way here, the thought of seeing Meng Yingying made even the cold wind outside the window feel soft.
Snowflakes fell between the two, instantly turning into water droplets, like someone secretly shedding tears.
Meng Yingying could no longer hold back. She punched him in the chest, tears streaming down her face, her voice trembling, "Worth it? Can seeing me put food on the table?"
After he leaves here and goes back, he'll probably face another round of intense training. Who could stand that kind of life?
"Yes," Qi Donghan replied. He raised his hand and grasped her fist, enveloping it in his palm. His fingertips caressed her knuckles, and his voice was so low it was almost inaudible, "Yingying, you don't know how much I—" missed you when you weren't around.
These two words were ultimately left unsaid.
Qi Donghan is a reserved and restrained person, so he would never utter such explicit words of love.
The longing in her eyes was almost tangible.
He swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue, paused, raised his hand to wipe her eyes, his palm rough but his movements as light as a feather, "Don't cry, I can't bear to see you shed tears."
Meng Yingying sniffed, grabbed his coat collar, pulled him down, and kissed his cold lips on tiptoe.
It carried the salty taste of snow water, and also the scalding heat of breath.
The instant contact left Qi Donghan somewhat dazed, and he looked over with a dark and brooding gaze.
Meng Yingying had already taken the initiative to kiss him, and now he was staring at her like that, which made her a little angry. She glared at him and said, "What are you looking at?"
She had just cried, and her eyes and brows were flushed, like a beautiful sky after the rain.
Qi Donghan lowered his eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "You're very good-looking."
Meng Yingying rarely heard Qi Donghan say such sweet words. Even after she had left, she turned back to look at him, her eyes sparkling, "Aren't you coming after me?"
It was a perfectly ordinary look, but when it came to Qi Donghan, it made his heart skip a beat.
He followed closely behind Meng Yingying.
When we entered the Capital Song and Dance Troupe, it was only 6:30, but it was already completely dark.
However, the Capital Song and Dance Troupe was very wealthy, and they installed loudspeaker lights on both sides of the road, which turned on after dark.
It also illuminated the path forward.
This was a time for rest and meals, so Meng Yingying encountered many acquaintances along the way, and she greeted them all.
She didn't forget to pull Qi Donghan to her side, and would introduce him to every passerby in a generous manner, "This is my lover, Qi Donghan."
Once, twice, three times.
Every time, they did it patiently without getting tired of it.
This made Qi Donghan feel sweet inside, so much so that he couldn't help but look at Meng Yingying several times on the way from the entrance of the dance troupe to the practice room.
"Yingying".
He called out in a low voice.
Meng Yingying turned around.
Qi Donghan smiled at her without saying anything. At that moment, their eyes met, and Meng Yingying instantly understood his meaning. She took his hand and whispered, "Qi Donghan, we are husband and wife."
The meaning of being husband and wife is honesty, respect, and sharing honor and disgrace.
Qi Donghan looked down at the hand that was being held, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, with a hint of secret pleasure that only he himself could understand.
Meng Yingying led him along the way, introducing things as she went, until they finally arrived at the rehearsal room.
The rehearsal room was quite crowded at this time; everyone was working hard for the Red Star Cup competition.
So much so that when Meng Yingying brought Qi Donghan over, everyone else immediately looked over as well.
Meng Yingying remained unfazed. She simply took Qi Donghan's hand and walked to the front of everyone, saying solemnly, "Let me introduce you, this is my boyfriend, Qi Donghan."
Upon hearing this, Han Mingbing and the others were initially quite surprised, as they hadn't actually seen Qi Donghan's specific appearance from a distance.
Now that we're closer, we can see that Meng Yingying's lover is tall, handsome, and quite good-looking. At least from an appearance standpoint, he and Meng Yingying are quite a good match.
However, Han Mingbing was even more surprised by something else: "Is that how you're going to introduce yourself?"
She asked Meng Yingying somewhat hesitantly.
Meng Yingying filled her enamel mug with hot water and handed it to Qi Donghan, saying, "Holding it will warm your hands and quench your thirst."
After she finished speaking, she turned to Han Mingbing and said, "If we don't introduce it this way, how else should we introduce it?"
Han Mingbing was too embarrassed to say that she wanted to keep it a secret, so she decided to keep her options open while looking for something better. Qi Donghan was also present, so she couldn't say anything directly and simply replied, "It's nothing."
Seeing that she couldn't come up with a clear answer, Meng Yingying gave up. She pointed to the doorway and said to Qi Donghan, "Go sit on the chair over there and wait for me. I'll come find you after I finish practicing and get a feel for it."
Qi Donghan grunted and turned to leave.
Hu Hongying suddenly called out, "Comrade, may I shake your hand?"
This request is somewhat abrupt.
The scene fell silent instantly, and everyone turned to look at Hu Hongying. Hu Hongying wiped her hands on the seam of her trousers and said, "I've never seen such a young regimental commander before, so I thought I'd shake hands with him."
She was the first person to be so purposeful and so straightforward in expressing her thoughts.
This completely disregards the lives of others.
Qi Donghan turned around and glanced at Meng Yingying, whose face was expressionless.
Qi Donghan paused slightly, then looked up and refused decisively, "No."
There was absolutely no room for maneuver.
Hu Hongying's face changed instantly. She wanted to say something, but Han Mingbing held her back tightly. She watched as Meng Yingying escorted Qi Donghan to his seat.
She lowered her voice and scolded, "Aren't you ashamed?"
"He is Meng Yingying's lover, Meng Yingying's husband. Why did you go over and shake hands with him?"
"Hu Hongying, stop embarrassing the people of our Capital Song and Dance Troupe."
Hu Hongying, who was about to catch up, suddenly stopped. Her face turned red with anger, and tears streamed down her face. "What do you think I am? I just wanted to shake hands."
Han Mingbing stared at her without saying a word, "We've been practicing dance together for fourteen years. Do you think you can hide it from me?"
Hu Hongying immediately fell silent.
"I know you want to marry into a better family and settle your personal life before you turn twenty-five, but Hu Hongying is your partner's lover. Can you really bring yourself to do that?"
Hu Hongying lowered her eyes and shed tears. "Then what do you suggest I do? I'm two years older than you, and I'm not as talented as you. I have five or six siblings. If I don't find a way out for myself, my mother will marry me off to a cripple after I leave the dance troupe."
"That's not why you would harm your companion's lover."
Han Mingbing's eyes were somewhat cold. "If I find out you're like this, Hu Hongying, believe me, you can leave the Capital Song and Dance Troupe right now."
Although Han Mingbing is always second best, she still has the ability to get rid of someone in the song and dance troupe.
In the end, how could someone who can make it big in the Capital Song and Dance Troupe be just a soft-hearted good-for-nothing?
Upon hearing this, Hu Hongying shrank back and trembled, ultimately daring not to utter another word.
All the delusions that had arisen before vanished in an instant.
On the other side, after Meng Yingying led Qi Donghan to sit down, she prepared to change into her dance costume, but Qi Donghan suddenly grabbed her hand, "Don't you want to ask?"
He looked up at her, his dark eyes now revealing a hint of longing.
At this moment, Qi Donghan even hoped that Meng Yingying would ask him more questions.
Meng Yingying raised her hand and touched her head. "There's nothing to ask. I know your heart is with me, and that's enough."
"Okay, sit and wait for me for a moment, I'll be right away."
Qi Donghan was patted on the head, but he wasn't angry.
On the contrary, after hearing Meng Yingying's words, he pondered them several times, then curled his lips and murmured, "My heart is definitely with you."
Yingying believed him.
I believed in him from beginning to end.
This is what makes Qi Donghan happy.
After Meng Yingying changed her clothes in the dressing room, she saw Qi Donghan still holding her enamel mug, sitting there staring straight ahead.
Meng Yingying smiled, waved, and turned to walk towards Wu Yanzhou, who was already waiting for her.
Wu Yanzhou has already arranged the music for Dujuan Mountain.
As soon as Meng Yingying came over, she exchanged a glance with Wu Yanzhou, "Wait until I open my shoulder, it will be fine soon."
Before going on stage to dance, make sure your body is flexible.
In just ten minutes, she finished her warm-up exercises and said, "Teacher, you can begin now."
Wu Yanzhou immediately ordered the band next to him to start playing music. Upon receiving the order, the first instrument to play was the accordion, with a deep, booming bass sound, like distant artillery fire.
Then, the jinghu (a two-stringed bowed instrument) plucked a string, sharp yet resilient, as if tearing a hole in the air.
Then the Western instruments began to take the stage, with the cello providing harmony and sustained notes, its rich and solid sound resonating throughout every corner of the practice room.
The three instruments intertwined, playing the prelude to Azalea Mountain.
Meng Yingying lightly touched her heel to the ground and was propelled out by the sound, instantly sliding from the side of the stage to the center.
This almost gives you an idea of how difficult Dujuan Mountain is; otherwise, they wouldn't have started with instruments that demonstrate high strength right from the beginning.
As the music began, Meng Yingying, who had been sliding down, gradually came to her feet. She took a deep breath, as if inhaling the entire smoke and fire of the play "Azalea Mountain" into her lungs.
The first section of Dujuan Mountain is "The Shackles Appear".
Meng Yingying stretched one leg back, her arms were twisted behind her back, her toes were pointed straight, but she leaned slightly forward—as if she were really being restrained by iron chains.
With a flick of the bow on the jinghu, her shoulders trembled.
She walked to the rhythm, and at that moment, she and the music became one.
Upon seeing this, Wu Yanzhou immediately stood up straight. She didn't say anything, but just stared intently at Meng Yingying.
When the musicians saw how well Meng Yingying played the music, the accordion player suddenly increased the intensity, and the string instruments joined in, closely following Meng Yingying's rhythm.
Hearing the accelerating rhythm, Meng Yingying quickly stomped her knees and slid forward. With a whoosh, her right knee scraped the floor and she slid half a meter away, sending wood chips flying and leaving a white mark on the wax layer of the wooden floor.
She ignored it and instead took the opportunity to stand up, standing on one leg, her hand forming a "gun" shape, her fingertips pointing directly in front of her—that was the muzzle of the protagonist's gun in the film, and also her own axis.
The scene fell silent instantly.
"Is this the real Rhododendron Mountain?"
Han Mingbing murmured.
“I haven’t seen it, but I watched Meng Yingying jump with great force. Judging from her rhythm and strength, it should be almost identical to the Dujuan Mountain on the film.”
"yes."
Yang Jie answered them, "In terms of movement techniques and skills, she is even better than the person on the film."
This was a very high compliment, and it silenced the crowd once again.
"Didn't she only look at the film reel once today?"
"So that records all of Dujuan Mountain's movements?"
If that's the case, then Meng Yingying's talent is simply too terrifying.
"We'll have to keep watching to find out if she actually memorized all of Dujuan Mountain's movements."
All eyes were fixed on the figure on the stage.
Following the drumbeats, Meng Yingying performed three consecutive aerial splits, landing in an equilateral triangle shape. Each step landed on the drum surface, so fast it made people dizzy.
What happened next was even more shocking.
Accompanied by the stirring music.
Meng Yingying stepped precisely to the rhythm, her toes barely touching the edge of the platform, and she leaped into the air and flipped 180 degrees.
She split in mid-air into a straight line, and her red sleeves snapped into two blood-red blades in mid-air.
The audience cheered.
Meng Yingying seemed not to hear, and in the instant she took off, she looked at the ground and made an extremely risky decision.
As she landed, she attempted a complete cliff kick, but because she was not yet familiar with it, she didn't master the rhythm and power.
The next instant, before she could even complete the cliff kick, she was thrown off her feet.
With a bang—
It slid several meters away.
In that instant, the entire arena fell silent.
Qi Donghan reacted the fastest; he rushed forward almost reflexively, calling out, "Yingying!"
Before anyone could react, he had already pulled Meng Yingying into his arms. His usually calm expression was now filled with anxiety and worry. "Are you alright?"
"Did you hurt yourself anywhere?"
Even he himself didn't realize the tremor in his voice.
Meng Yingying rubbed her stinging legs and shook her head, "It's nothing."
"Qi Donghan, I'm fine."
"Nonsense, your face is pale from the pain."
Yang Jie and Wu Yanzhou finally realized what was happening. "Meng Yingying, you've only just started and you're already trying to do a cliff kick? Are you out of your mind?"
"No safety measures were taken on the floor. What if you fall and break your leg?"
It would have been better if they hadn't said anything, because once they did, Meng Yingying herself felt a bit more scared.
She instinctively tried to stand up. "Qi Donghan, help me up. I have a competition in twenty days. I can't break my leg."
Qi Donghan was heartbroken. He rarely showed such a cold expression. "What time is it? You're still competing? Is your life less important than the competition?"
It was a rare reprimand.
This stunned Meng Yingying instantly. She had known Qi Donghan for so long, and she had never seen Qi Donghan be fierce to her before.
"It hurts."
"Qi Donghan, it hurts so much."
As soon as he finished speaking, Qi Donghan's expression changed. He immediately helped Meng Yingying up, disregarding his complaints and anger, and asked, "Where does it hurt?"
"Meng Yingying, where does it hurt?"
He picked up Meng Yingying and was about to rush to the hospital, but Meng Yingying stopped him, saying, "No, put me down."
Qi Donghan refused.
Meng Yingying patted his shoulder, "I'm really fine. I controlled my momentum when I fell, and used my legs and hands to support myself. Even if I fell, I just slid out."
"Put me down, let me walk around and experience it myself."
Qi Donghan didn't say anything, but gently put her down.
Meng Yingying pulled up her pants and walked back and forth on the pine wooden floor several times. After not realizing that there was anything wrong with her, she breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank goodness, I didn't break anything."
"Otherwise, you'll have a disabled wife."
She even joked with Qi Donghan while laughing.
Qi Donghan's face was tense; he didn't want to speak, he was afraid.
He was genuinely terrified when he saw Meng Yingying fall from above.
Yang Jie, who was standing nearby, noticed something and slapped Meng Yingying's shoulder. "Are you out of your mind? If you want to jump off a cliff and do a kick, you should tell us beforehand. We can put a soft cushion for you below. You didn't say anything and just insisted on jumping off the cliff. Are you trying to kill yourself?"
Seeing Yang Jie hit Meng Yingying, Qi Donghan felt sorry for her, but he was still angry with Meng Yingying, so he didn't say anything.
Seeing this, Yang Jie said, "Alright, Commander Qi, I just scolded Yingying for you. You two shouldn't fight anymore."
"I know Yingying's personality. She's not the kind of person who acts recklessly. She's just eager to finish her dance because she wants to go out for a walk with you."
"Commander Qi, please also understand how difficult it is for Yingying."
It's clear that Yang Jie is quite worried that the two young people will quarrel.
Qi Donghan looked down at Meng Yingying, who smiled at him and said, "I'm really fine."
"I've jumped over a three-meter platform before, but this time I only jumped two and a half meters."
She spoke casually, but Qi Donghan was terrified.
He was in great pain. "Let me see."
He squatted down and pulled up Meng Yingying's trouser leg to look inside. What he saw was a shocking purplish-blue bruise where the trouser leg had been pulled up; the skin was broken and streaked with red blood.
This instantly created a stark contrast with Meng Yingying's snow-white skin.
Qi Donghan's eyes darkened for a moment. He raised his hand to touch the area around her wound, and Meng Yingying gasped in pain.
Qi Donghan stood up, picked her up, and said to Yang Jie and Wu Yanzhou, "I'm taking her to the clinic to get her bandaged up first."
"She won't be participating in the evening practice."
Qi Donghan rarely acted so forcefully. He didn't give Meng Yingying and the others any time to react before carrying Meng Yingying out.
The practice room fell silent for a moment.
Yang Jie gritted her teeth, having no choice but to clean up Qi Donghan's mess. "Commander Qi is so concerned that he loses his composure. Now that he sees Yingying injured, he's completely thrown off balance."
"Please be understanding."
Then she said to Wu Yanzhou, "Yingying's leg injury won't heal anytime soon, so let her rest for now."
"Is it fake?"
Wu Yanzhou also realized what was going on, "Let's just pretend she took the night off."
She looked up at Qi Donghan's departing figure, carrying Meng Yingying, and couldn't help but sigh, "Youth is truly wonderful."
Even their arguments are sweet.
Yang Jie thought to herself, "That's right."
Earlier, Qi Dong had suddenly picked up Meng Yingying and turned to leave.
To be honest, even for an old woman like her who's practically on her deathbed, her heart started racing.
It has to be admitted that Qi Donghan back then was really more manly.
Outside.
Qi Donghan carried Meng Yingying out. Meng Yingying was pressed against his coat, and she could hear his heart pounding rapidly and heavily in his chest, still carrying the panic of lingering shock.
"Qi Donghan..." Meng Yingying whispered, her fingers clutching the woolen fabric at his chest. "I'm really fine, don't be angry."
Qi Donghan held him very firmly, his arms taut, as if afraid that if he loosened his grip, the person in his arms would break.
He took a deep breath and gave a soft "hmm," but his pace didn't slow down at all.
"Meng Yingying".
He called out by his full name, "When I wasn't around, did you dance this hard every time?"
Meng Yingying remained silent, drawing circles on Qi Donghan's chest with her finger.
He was wearing a thick coat, so the makeup couldn't reach his skin, which annoyed her.
Seeing that she didn't say anything.
Qi Donghan took a deep breath and forcibly calmed himself down.
His chin rested on the top of her head, his voice muffled in his chest, trembling slightly from lingering shock, "Meng Yingying, next time you jump off a high platform, tell me first, and I'll put a soft cushion for you, hold the ladder for you, and act as your air cushion—just please, can you stop scaring me like this?"
It's clear that even though the memory of Meng Yingying falling from the high platform is over, it remains a lingering shadow for Qi Donghan.
Meng Yingying was a little embarrassed. She thought about it and didn't want to lie to him, so she explained in a low voice, "Qi Donghan, it's hard for me to agree to your request. It's like asking you to protect yourself from getting hurt after you go to the battlefield."
Can you do it?
Even Qi Donghan couldn't do that.
Meng Yingying wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered, "You see, you can't do it either, so please don't make things difficult for me, okay?"
Qi Donghan was somewhat saddened, but didn't know how to begin.
Neither of them spoke until they reached the infirmary, where the doctor performed a simple bandage on Meng Yingying's leg.
Qi Donghan stared at her wound with a dark look in his eyes, his voice low and hoarse, "Meng Yingying, what am I supposed to do with you?"
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