The platoon leader's sister wore a white shirt, black pants, and black leather shoes. She looked particularly capable. She had light makeup on and was very confident. She looked at the tall and handsome man in front of her who was half a head taller than her. Her eyes flashed with confidence and a smile appeared on her lips.
When Wen Xin walked over, the platoon leader's sister also saw her. She first saw Captain Yan looking back, and then she followed his gaze and looked over. The smile on her face slowly faded.
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Captain Yan’s girlfriend was wearing a goose yellow dress with a white ribbon tied around her waist. The hanging ribbon swayed with the skirt, which looked very beautiful.
Most women don't dare to wear this kind of goose yellow color because it is too fresh. If you are not white enough, wearing this color will make your skin look dark and listless. But when Captain Yan's girlfriend wears it, she looks like a fairy walking out of a painting.
The platoon leader's sister had her hair tied up, and she looked very beautiful, but when you look at Captain Yan's girlfriend, she just had her hair tied up in a ponytail and wore a pair of sheepskin half-heeled sandals, which made her look as white as jade and porcelain, youthful, bright, and full of vigor. In other words, she looked young, and both young and beautiful.
She was only two years older than Captain Yan's girlfriend, but when I compared myself with her, I immediately felt that my dress was too old-fashioned.
The platoon leader's sister, who was originally complacent and extremely confident, couldn't help but grit her teeth.
Wen Xin walked over and glanced at Yan Zeyang. Yan Zeyang also looked at her, but his expression was a little strange. In the past, when he saw her, he would have a stern face, but his eyes were bright, and you could tell at a glance that he was happy that she came.
But today, she felt something was wrong, but her attention was now focused on the woman opposite her.
She had felt before that this woman seemed to have a crush on Yan Motou. During the meal that day, she kept stealing glances at the opposite side. She thought that she didn't know, but now she saw the opportunity and ran in front of her boyfriend to show off her figure. She was dressed so fashionably. According to the squad leader, his sister has not started working yet and is not married yet.
When looking for a man, she has already found her target. Wen Xin smiled slightly, "Zeyang, what were you two talking about just now? You look so happy?" She was asking Yan Zeyang, but her eyes were looking at him.
Sure enough, the woman rushed to say: "I was just talking about you to Captain Yan. Why haven't you come over for so long?" In this day and age, it is still a bit taboo for a man and a woman to be seen standing and talking together by their partners. The platoon leader's sister said with a bit of embarrassment and a smile.
"Thank you for your concern. I took the college entrance examination some time ago and was waiting for the news. Now I got the admission letter, so I came here immediately." Wen Xin said with a smile, showing her standard eight jade-white teeth. She looked like she was smiling very brightly.
The platoon leader's sister was a little embarrassed. She looked at the handsome man and beautiful woman standing together and said, "You got into college? Congratulations."
Wen Xin smiled and said, "Thank you." She said, "There are thousands of people in the military camp here. Since you have time to come here every day, you can find someone here. When the time comes, let Political Commissar Ye introduce a few to you. You can look at them one by one and there will definitely be a suitable one."
The platoon leader's sister ran away after just two words. No matter how thick-skinned you are, you can't stand such a long talk in front of Captain Yan. It sounded as if she came to the military camp every day just to find a partner. The platoon leader's sister walked a long way with her heart still pounding. Although she did have such a purpose and her brother also said that he would find her a good one, but she was embarrassed to be told such naked words to a woman and couldn't stay there for a moment.
Wen Xin smiled at her back, wondering if she would have the nerve to get close to her boyfriend again.
She turned around and looked at Yan Zeyang, who was also looking at her. Wen Xin pulled his arm and said, "What's wrong with you? Why are you looking at me like that, as if you don't know me?"
"I know you. Do you know me?" He said this without any explanation and turned to walk towards the dormitory.
Wen Xin was stunned, she was very surprised by this sentence, but she still followed him, walked beside him, and said with a smile, "You know me, of course I know you, I got the admission letter today, and I took a car to see you, are you unhappy?"
Yan Zeyang said nothing.
Wen Xin found an excuse to come and see him, and her happy mood also calmed down. She looked at him carefully and found that he had lost weight, with his cheeks being particularly shapely and angular. His bone structure looked very good when he was thin, but it also showed that he was a little too thin.
"Are you too busy? I came at the wrong time. Did you eat well in the barracks? I should have brought some food if I had known." Wen Xin saw that the food in the cafeteria was really good last time she came here, with four dishes, one soup, and meat dishes, so she didn't bring any food. If she had known, she would have brought some food.
Yan Zeyang opened the door of the dormitory and Wen Xin walked in. Unlike the last time when it was clean and tidy, this time it was a bit messy. Although it was still neat compared to ordinary people, Wen Xin knew that he was a mysophobe. She would clean up the tea or dried nuts on the coffee table when she came back. Sometimes Wen Xin didn't clean up and waited for him to clean up.
But now in the dormitory, there are two unwashed clothes on the back of the chair, the sheets are wrinkled and not as smooth as before, and the table is a bit messy, with several notebooks and books on it.
"I know you're busy." Wen Xin can do nothing when she doesn't want to, but when she wants to, she is very capable and is also a good housekeeper. She picked up the two clothes and said, "I can wash them for you if I don't have time. You wash my clothes at home, and I will wash them for you in the military camp in the future."
"No need." Yan Zeyang took the clothes from her and threw them on the bed rail.
He sat on the bed, "Where's the acceptance letter? Let me see it."
Wen Xin was not too happy when she received the admission letter. She mainly found an excuse to come here. Yan Zeyang didn't let her come here often. One reason was that he didn't have time, and it was meaningless to leave her alone in the dormitory. Another reason was that it took three or four hours to go back and forth on the special bus, and she was too tired. She couldn't stay here overnight, so there was no need to let her go through so much trouble. He would go back when he had time.
So Wen Xin had to find various excuses to come and see him.
Yan Zeyang took the admission letter in his hand, looked at it for a long time, then quietly closed it and handed it to her, "Put it away, don't lose it."
Wen Xin took it and put it on the table, and wanted to lie on his lap. After all, there were only the two of them in the dormitory. Yan Zeyang scolded her last time, and this time she got angry. She even leaned out of the window to see if there was anyone, so she hugged him and sat on his lap, acting like a spoiled child out of habit, because she had sat on his lap many times, and it was her exclusive seat.
Although it was hard and prickly, she was the only one who could sit on it. If anyone else wanted to sit on it, Yama would have kicked them away long ago, so only she could sit on it.
In the past, if she squeezed into his arms, he would tell her to be careful about the impact, but his body was very honest and he hugged her very tightly. But today, she put her arms around his neck, and it took a long time for him to put his hands on her waist.
"What's wrong with you? You look unhappy." The warm little face pressed against him, and she asked him softly and considerately, "Did someone make you angry? Tell me and I'll help you vent your anger. If I can't beat him, I can just glare at him."
"No." Yan Zeyang reached out and gently took down the arm she had placed on his neck. Wen Xin actually felt that his face looked a little haggard despite his young age.
It was as if he hadn't slept for a few days. "Are you so tired? Why don't you take a rest? I won't bother you."
"Not tired, but warm." Yan Zeyang hesitated and said to her, "You stay in the dormitory first. I will take you back in the evening after I finish dealing with the matters at the base. I have something to tell you."
"Just say it, why are you so serious?" Wen Xin pouted, but still got up from his lap and stood up.
"Go ahead and do your work. I'll wait for you here."
…
The warm lunch was brought by the political commissar, who said that Commander Yan had gone to the base construction site and something happened in the camp over there.
The canteen prepared a special meal for her, with three dishes and fragrant rice, served in a white teacup. The golden fried meat and vegetables were spread on the white rice, which looked very appetizing.
"Thank you, Political Commissar Ye." Wen Xin thanked him sweetly.
"Don't be polite. I've eaten a lot of your cooking. But to be honest, your dishes are still the best. Our chef can't compare with you." Political Commissar Ye said with a smile.
"How can I compare with the master chef?" Wen Xin said politely, and then said, "If the political commissar likes it, I will bring some with you and Ze Yang next time."
"That's great. I'll follow Ze Yang and borrow some light to try your cooking. Okay, I won't disturb you anymore. Let's eat." After saying this, Political Commissar Ye left.
Yan Zeyang didn't come back until five in the evening. He was still a little dusty. Many parts of the camp were under construction and they couldn't leave every day. They needed to catch up with the progress. When he saw Wen Xin, he said to her, "Get in the car. I'll take you back."
Wen Xin was sitting in the car. Today was different from the past. She was able to read people's expressions and felt a little uneasy. She didn't make any excessive jokes with him like before while sitting in the passenger seat. She just smiled and said a few words.
Looking at Yan Zeyang's serious and somewhat cold profile, she hesitated a little uncomfortably and asked tentatively: "You said this morning that you had something to tell me, what is it? Isn't it convenient to talk about it in your dormitory?"
"Yeah." Yan Zeyang hummed.
"What about now? Is it convenient to talk?"
Yan Zeyang said nothing.
Wen Xin looked at his serious expression and felt a little uneasy, so she said, "Then I'll wait for you to come home and tell me."
The journey usually takes more than an hour to drive, but if Yan Zeyang drives fast, he can arrive in an hour.
Returned to the residence in Songtao Garden.
Yan Zeyang opened the door and Wen Xin came in. He poured some hot water into the kettle, made a cup of black tea, and took some of the pastries he ordered. "Have some snacks first. I'll go cook."
Just as she was about to go to the kitchen to get an apron, Yan Zeyang called her. His expression no longer had the confident glow he had in the past. Although he seemed a little arrogant at that time, as if everything was under control, now he did not say anything. He just raised his head slightly and glanced at her, with nothing in his eyes, calm and peaceful.
Wen Xin didn't know why, but she would rather see him proud than be silent.
"No need." Yan Zeyang waved to her and asked her to sit on the sofa. He sat on the chair next to the coffee table.
Wen Xin hesitated for a moment, not knowing what was going on. She felt a little uneasy in her heart. She moved to the sofa, stroked the hem of her skirt and sat down, looking at him timidly. She didn't know what mistake she had made recently that required Yama to talk to her so seriously.
But despite this, she still pretended to be relaxed, took a piece of date biscuit without any nervousness, took a bite, and then took another piece to hand to Yamatou.
Yan Zeyang put the notebook in his hand on the coffee table.
Wen Xin had never seen this notebook before. He probably took it from the car when he came up.
"What is this?" She put the bitten date cookie back on the plate, picked up the notebook, and flipped through it curiously.
"Turn back, the fifth page from the bottom." Yan Zeyang spoke in a low voice.
The atmosphere in the living room was a bit depressing, with only the sound of a quartz clock swinging back and forth.
Wen Xin glanced at him. There were red bloodshot eyes and he looked a little haggard. Although his expression was normal, Wen Xin felt inexplicably a little scared.
She turned the notebook in her hand to the last page.
When I saw the page with the male lead written on it: Yan Zeyang. Female lead: Blank. Supporting Actress 3: A warm moment.
Wen Xin only felt a sudden chill in her heart. There was no need to say anything. Song Qian's handwriting was so familiar, just like her own.
She watched as Victoria Song recorded all the characters and main plots she could remember in order in the notebook.
Her mind went blank for a moment.
"What is this..." Wen Xin was shocked, but she quickly smiled, "Whose note is this? Is it someone you know?"
"It's Song Qian's. You should know this person, right? After all, you used to be classmates or good friends..." Yan Zeyang glanced at her, took out a cigarette from his trouser pocket, took out one and put it in his mouth.
He never smoked at home before, but at this moment, if he didn't smoke a cigarette, he might not be able to hold on. He turned on the lighter, and the flame licked the tobacco, emitting a bloody red light. He frowned slightly and took a puff, then leaned back in the chair. In the smoke, he squinted at the man sitting on the sofa holding a notebook, looking shocked and a little panicked. He saw everything at a glance.
Wen Xin held the notebook like a hot potato, "Haha, we are not very familiar with each other, not very familiar..."
"Song Qian is in prison now." He looked at her and suddenly said.
"What? How did she go to jail? Wasn't she studying at university in Kyoto?" Wen Xin asked in surprise at just one sentence.
Yan Zeyang glanced at her and said, "Although it wasn't her fault, she was just unlucky. She borrowed 200 yuan and some things from a male classmate under the pretext of dating him, and then broke up with him before she paid him back. The male classmate got angry and raped her."
Yan Zeyang narrated this matter in a tone of insignificance. The cigarette in his hand was burning slowly, rising up in strands. After taking a puff, he exhaled the smoke, and his face was a little blurry in the smoke.
"The male classmate's family had some connections. Victoria Song was expelled from school and returned to her hometown. She married a fool. She kicked the fool out and escaped alone. She met a middle-aged man at the train station and took a train south with him. Finally, she was imprisoned in the middle-aged man's home. In order to escape, she stabbed one of the other's eyes. In the end, she was taken away by the police because of her identity. Although these incidents were not entirely her fault, the other party was seriously injured. The fool died before he was sent to the hospital. Victoria Song was still sentenced to 20 years in prison. The middle-aged man who imprisoned her was also sentenced. Her male classmate was expelled from school and is under investigation."
Wen Xin was shocked. She stared at him blankly, wanting to interrupt several times. She opened her mouth but in the end, no word came out.
"She was arrested and imprisoned, but she left behind a notebook with my name in it. A few days ago, I went to the prison where she was and met her. She said that this world was just a novel she wrote, and I was just the hero in her novel." Yan Zeyang raised his head and looked straight into her eyes. "Do you think what she said is true?"
Wen Xin's mind was in a mess because of this sudden incident, but she knew that she couldn't say that this world was really a novel. This was enough to make anyone in this world collapse.
If one knows the truth, knows that oneself and the background of this world are false, unreal and fictitious, then that person will lose faith and goals in life. The more determined a person is, the greater the blow will be when he knows the truth. On the contrary, only those who are confused can get by.
But imagine what kind of shock Yan Zeyang would feel if he knew the truth. His father, his deceased mother, all his experiences, his achievements, his patriotism, everything he had, would be meaningless. At that time, I am afraid that the self-confidence and belief in success that he had built up over the past 20 years would collapse.
"No, this is all written by Victoria Song. Is it based on these few pieces of paper? This notebook of Victoria Song contains stories and writing exercises, right? This may be a story outline she thought of?" Wen Xin said anxiously.
When Yan Zeyang heard her say this, he laughed and lit the cigarette in his hand in the ashtray.
"If it weren't for your passport and ID card from decades later in the box, I might not have listened to a word of her nonsense."
"ID? You..."
"You are too naive. You never guarded against me. I didn't even need to crack the code to open the box. I didn't deliberately check your box. It's just that your identity was a little suspicious at that time."
"I'm suspicious?" Wen Xin felt for the first time the true power of Yama's head. She didn't know anything about these things. If he didn't tell her, she would probably be kept in the dark forever. Even if she found that her ID card and passport were missing, because she didn't care about these things and kept them in the corner, she would probably think that something was lost and would not suspect anyone.
Yan Zeyang lowered his eyes and said calmly: "Perhaps you think that the aunt from your hometown is dead, and your identity is dead." He chewed the ash of his cigarette, "This era may not be as advanced as your world, but it is not all stupid. Do you think that your identity cannot be found out just because the person you live with is dead? The real Wen Xin was with a male classmate for three years, and that male classmate knew every scar and mole on her body clearly."
Yan Zeyang didn't need to say anything more when he said this. Wen Xin understood. It turned out that he had been doubting herself since the very beginning when they got back together. Was he doubting that she was an imposter? Was he doubting that she was a spy?
"I couldn't bear to hand you over to the higher-ups. I struggled for three days and decided to find someone to monitor you myself. If you were really a spy, I hadn't figured out what to do with you. I just wanted to prove that you were not a spy."
He chuckled, his smile not reaching his eyes, "Sure enough, you didn't disappoint me. You are not a spy, but you are a person from the future world."
Wen Xin felt a little cold and shuddered. "How can you be sure? Just because of the ID card and passport, that actually..."
"Can't you prove that you have a box of strange and incomprehensible things?"
"I'm glad you're not an undercover agent, but I'm also afraid you'll go back one day. I kept this secret and planned to bury it deep in my heart, but I didn't expect the truth to hit me hard again."
"This world, including me, is fictional. My existence is meaningless. I am just a puppet manipulated by the people in your world..."
"No, it's not." Wen Xin tried to explain hurriedly, but she opened her mouth several times, and at this moment, no word came out of her usual jokes. Her voice was dry as she said "no", but she was completely unable to refute what he said.
Yan Zeyang stopped her.
"I only ask you three questions, don't lie."
"Is this world real? You just have to say yes or no."
Wen Xin looked at his painful and stern eyes, unable to utter a single lie, and she remained speechless.
Yan Zeyang laughed, but there was a bitter taste in his voice. He then asked the second question, "You and Victoria Song, both came from the real world of the future"? ”
Seeing Wen Xin's reaction, Yan Zeyang asked the third question without hesitation, "Did you know from the beginning that I was the hero of this book?"
Wen Xin opened her mouth and said anxiously: "No, no, the first time I saw you by the lake, I didn't know you were. I only knew you after I entered the Yan family..."
Before she finished speaking, the man on the sofa opposite her looked grim and said, "No need to say more." He seemed unable to listen any longer, put out his cigarette, stood up suddenly, turned around and left.
He took big steps and reached the door in just a few steps. Wen Xin knew that she had said the wrong thing. She should have said that she didn't know him. She knew him when she entered the Yan family. Doesn't that mean that everything that happened to her afterwards was because he was the male protagonist in the book?
The love between them, the beautiful memories between them, and all their sweet moments would probably be ruined if he turned and left.
How could this be possible? Wen Xin ran over and hugged his waist tightly at the door, and said anxiously: "No, it's not what you think. I like you. I fell in love with you when I kissed you at first sight. Although I knew you were Yan's, I didn't have any thoughts at first. It was after getting to know each other slowly that I felt I liked you more and more, so I wanted to be with you. It doesn't matter if you are the male lead or not, I don't care at all. You are just you. I only like you like this, not your identity, but just your person. You can't just deny my feelings for you. I love you, don't be so cruel to me, woo woo..."
Wen Xin hugged him tightly and wouldn't let him leave the house, as if if he left she would be lost forever.
Even if it was just his back and the tense muscles all over his body, Wen Xin knew that he was in excitement and pain, but he was just suppressing it in his heart. Panic, anxiety and pain are not only for women, but also for the strongest men.
Yan Zeyang reached out and took his hand off his waist. He was just willing to use force. If he wanted to, Wen Xin would not be able to trap him at all, even if her fingers were twisted into a ball.
"No, I won't let go, don't leave..."
His voice was dry and hoarse, "Let's calm down. I need to think about it. Give me some time..."
As I watched him walk out and the door slammed shut, at that moment, I burst into tears.
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