When she was kissing, she would make a coquettish sound, sweet and crisp. For someone who has never had any emotional experience, this sound was a huge shock. Just the sound of "hmm" could make people feel helpless and uneasy. Even if Yama tried to control himself, he couldn't stand this kind of coquettish sound. He couldn't hug her or push her away...
The food on the table had already gone cold. After a while, he sat down and ate a quick bite. After he was done, he covered the lunch box and put it in the small blue cloth bag that Wen Xin had brought. He held it in his hand, checked the time, and then turned around to look at Wen Xin, who was leaning against the table, looking contented and a little naive. She was looking around at the things on his desk and the bookshelf.
Seeing where she was looking, Yan Zeyang's brows jumped, and he stood up calmly, walked to the table, and took the car keys. His mood had calmed down, and he said to her in a deep voice: "Let's go, I'll take you home." After that, he picked up a file document on the table and put it into the drawer under the desk.
"No need." Wen Xin saw him coming and quickly stood up, smiling like a little flower, and said considerately: "No need for you to send me home. You are so busy. I can go back by myself. It's only a few steps away." After saying that, she reached out to take the lunch box.
Yan Zeyang changed his hand and looked at her carefully. "It doesn't take that much time. Didn't you say it was hot when you came? I'll take you back first. Let's go."
Wen Xin was very happy to see that he really wanted to give it to her, and she said "hmm".
If he was busy, she could walk back, but if he was not busy, it would be better if she could take a car back. She followed him warmly and affectionately, holding his arm when going downstairs. Yan Zeyang glanced at her.
Wen Xin: “Hmm?” What’s the problem?
When walking down the first floor, Yan Zeyang suddenly stopped. Wen Xin was sticking to him. Although they were not touching, the distance between them was quite close.
He stopped, and Wen Xin also stopped. He looked at Wen Xin, and Wen Xin also looked up at him, "What's wrong?"
He coughed and said to her: "...It's best to keep a distance of two meters between men and women, understand?"
Wen Xin: “…”
She really didn't know this, but she didn't want to make things difficult for Yan Zeyang, so she moved back until he was satisfied and continued to move forward. She followed behind him slowly. Yan Mo occasionally looked back at her. They were more than two meters away, but almost three meters away. He had to slow down and match her pace.
The Yan Zeyang that Wen Xin met was always the same as when he was at the Yan family, rather indifferent and arrogant, always looking like he was too lazy to talk to you.
But when I first entered his office today, I discovered that he was different in the army and at home.
When he is at home, he is Yan Zeyang, and in the army, he is Captain Yan.
She looked at Yama Head who was walking steadily in front of her and leading her across a corner of the playground. There were still many soldiers who had just finished their meal at this time. Every soldier they met when passing by would stop to salute and greet the commander.
Yan Zeyang is actually a very serious person. He nodded slightly and said "hmm" lightly, showing the demeanor of a strong army commander.
No one in the army dared to joke in front of him.
Wen Xin saw the solemn expressions on the soldiers' faces when they saw him, which made her feel a little guilty. She began to feel sorry for her previous unreasonable behavior... and was afraid that if he continued to treat her like this, she would never dare to make trouble.
…
After getting in the car, Yama turned it around and drove from the base towards the military compound.
After the car drove onto the flat road, he turned his head and glanced at Wen Xin, who was sitting in the passenger seat combing her fluffy braids, which had become a little hairy from the kiss.
The Yama Head actually has many advantages, such as being very stable when driving.
The road conditions in that era were very bad. The weather had to be dry and windy. When the jeep drove past, there would be two rolls of yellow dust and smoke behind it. The road was not very flat, but Wen Xin sat on it and felt very stable. There was no feeling of the car shaking or vibrating at all.
You can tell at first glance that he is an experienced driver.
She felt relieved and combed her hair with a relaxed look, and re-braided it to make it a little loose.
"Warm." He said with a serious expression.
"Hmm?" Wen Xin looked back at him.
"I know you haven't been with your parents since you were a child," he said. "Maybe, no one taught you some things." After he said that, he took the time to glance at her expression again.
Wen Xin looked at him without blinking as she spoke.
"As a lesbian, you must keep a distance of two meters between yourself and other gay men," he said. "Holding hands is not allowed, and shoulder-to-shoulder hugging is even more impossible, like you did before..." He told her the dos and don'ts of getting along between men and women in a tone as if he was teaching her.
“…That’s even worse.”
"From now on, whether you are talking to gay men or doing things with them, you must follow this standard."
Wen Xin didn't know this, so she asked, "What about dating?"
Yan Mo looked at her and said slowly, "Even in the dating stage, two people cannot have excessive or intimate behaviors and actions."
This is totally feudal thinking! What's the point of dating if you're not even allowed to hold hands with your partner?
"Did you remember everything I said?" Seeing Wen Xin's disapproving expression, he frowned slightly and asked.
"You must keep a distance of two meters from gay men and cannot do anything that goes beyond the limit. Do you hear me?" Seeing Wen Zi's expression, playing with her braids, as if she didn't take it to heart, he endured it for a moment and reminded her again.
Wen Xin thought about it for a moment, then smiled and replied, "Okay, I got it."
When they arrived at the gate of the compound, Wen Xin opened the car door and was about to jump out. Yan Motou handed her the lunch box and stared at her black eyes like grapes and her rosy little face. She stretched out her white arms and took the bag from him. Her little mouth pouted unhappily and she didn't say a word.
Yan Mo Tou felt that she looked unreliable from head to toe, and could not help but remind her in a deep voice: "Stay in the compound, don't run around."
"I understand." He was never so talkative before.
She sent the lunch box back to Yan's house, and when she was brushing, she remembered that she had not brought back Political Commissar Ye's lunch box. Forget it, she would probably bring it back tomorrow.
As for not running around...
Wen Xin was almost suffocating staying in the compound every day. After lying down for a while, she took the money and tickets, as well as the measurements she had taken for several military wives yesterday, and ran out.
She first went to a department store that sold the widest variety of cloth.
The afternoon was the busiest time of the day, with people coming and going in the store, especially the fabric counter, which was packed with people.
Wen Xin also observed at this time, everyone was rushing to buy things, who cared about the safe distance? There were still people crowded together, and Wen Xin was squeezed a bit. She held the money and tickets in her hands, and stretched her neck to look into the counter. She was still a little uncomfortable with the way of buying things with tickets and money in this era, and she often made mistakes in the calculation. She scanned here and there, and finally bought her material.
After putting the things in a bag, he ran to a tailor shop near Yan Miaomiao's school. Wen Xin's clothes were made there. He had decades of craftsmanship. As long as Wen Xin drew a design, he could make it. The patterns were also made very well. For Wen Xin, a modern person, his tailoring was equivalent to private customization in later generations. Moreover, the labor fee for making one piece was only two yuan. The quality was good and the price was so low that she felt a little embarrassed.
The tailor is an old man, almost sixty years old, who lives with his granddaughter. His eyesight is not very good and he has to wear glasses. He cuts the prints while his granddaughter operates the sewing machine.
When Wen Xin went in, an old man and a young boy were busy.
Seeing Wen Xin coming, the 15-year-old girl's eyes lit up and she ran over enthusiastically, "Sister Wen Xin, you're here."
"Well, I brought three pieces of clothing, two tops and a skirt. I also bought the material. I'll give you two dollars for each piece. I need it within two days." Wen Xin handed over the things.
"Okay!" The little girl took it. Wen Xin had come to make clothes many times and had become familiar with the old man and the young man. It was not easy to be a tailor nowadays. You needed tickets for the fabrics and you could only earn some money from the labor. But nowadays, more or less people can make clothes. They would do the sewing themselves if they could. The labor fee for making clothes was not paid every day, and after the clothes were made, they would always find fault with the threads or corners and deduct money.
The labor fee was originally only two yuan, and then another fifty cents was deducted. It was all in vain. The old tailor was old and couldn't take on many jobs. Others also thought they were too old and didn't like to come here. Only Wen Xin felt like she had discovered a treasure and came here every day.
Only this old tailor could make the clothes look like what she drew. She would talk about other things for a long time, but people would still think she was picky. Later, all the warm clothes were made here.
"Sister Wen Xin, have some water." The little girl poured a glass of water for Wen Xin, who was thirsty and drank it all in one breath.
The father and daughter were pitiful. There were only two of them left at home. The old tailor was in poor health and the little girl was only fifteen years old. The two of them made a living by sewing and mending clothes for others. Wen Xin never deducted the labor fee when she made clothes for them and sometimes even brought food.
Later, whenever she made new clothes, someone in the compound would ask for the patterns and want to make them according to her example. Anyway, the labor fee was only two or three yuan anywhere, so she took it upon herself and sent the clothes here to be made. She could probably earn nine yuan for three pieces of clothing this time.
It’s really too little!
"Ms. Wen, you didn't make a penny for this work. My granddaughter and I feel bad about it." The old tailor heard the voice and came out from the inner room. Seeing that it was Wen Xin, he started talking about the same old thing again. No matter how much money he tried to give her, Wen Xin refused. Both he and his wife were honest people, and they didn't know how to thank her.
How could Wen Xin accept that? The labor cost for a set of clothes was three or four yuan, and a top was only one or two yuan. Sometimes she gave even less. That was the hard-earned money of the grandfather and granddaughter for a day. Even if she was short of money, she couldn't earn it from them.
However, the money she earned was indeed too little. She wanted to help them, but making three or five pieces of clothing in a few days was not enough, and her creativity did not even take into account the money.
It's a huge loss to sell clothes like this.
Wen Xin thought for a moment and asked the girl, "Where do the people with high spending power live here?"
"Purchasing power?" The little girl blinked and looked at Wen Xin.
"The rich people here, the ones who are willing to buy things?"
"We have a municipal party committee compound here. The families there are willing to spend money to buy things. There are many people selling eggs at the door..."
Wen Xin asked for the address and went for a walk. The municipal party committee compound was indeed more prosperous than the military district compound. It could be seen from the figures of the people coming in and out that there were more thin people in the military district compound and more fat people in the municipal party committee compound. The food must be quite good.
Moreover, you can tell at first glance that these people are willing to spend money on their clothes. The clothes they wear are not gray but rather shiny. Some of the men have greasy faces and protruding bellies. It is difficult to be fat in this day and age, but there are still people with protruding bellies. You can tell at a glance that they are rich and have fat.
She took a walk and just as Yan Miaomiao was about to finish school, she went back to school and took her back to Yan's house.
…
In the evening, Wen Xin was cooking and the kitchen was filled with fragrance. Yan Miaomiao stood by the door, waiting for Wen Xin to feed her.
In the past, Yan Zeyang would come back very late, but today he came back earlier than He Wenyan. His jeep was parked outside the gate. As soon as he entered the yard, he saw a busy figure working at the kitchen window.
He stood in the yard and watched for a while. Wen Xin was wearing a thin shirt, with a few strands of hair falling on her cheeks. Probably because the kitchen was too hot, her little face was rosy and there was some sweat on her forehead.
Anyway, there was no one at home except Yan Miaomiao, and Wen Xin was too hot, so she unbuttoned the top button and pulled her clothes up, revealing a large V-neck that exposed her shoulders. It was really cool this way, and she also took out a fan and fanned herself.
After fanning for a while, she saw that the food in the pot was almost done, so she hurried to the cupboard by the window to get something. When she bent down, her wide collar fell off, revealing two soft, snow-white lumps underneath...
Yan Zeyang's face darkened again. He had clearly reminded her many times in the car in the morning, but she still didn't listen. However, at this moment, he didn't look away. He felt inexplicably restless in his heart. It was not until she left the window that he took a deep breath, suppressed a certain impulse in his chest and abdomen, and walked in.
Wen Xin heard Yan Miaomiao calling out at the door, "Brother."
Yama Head is back? Wen Xin quickly buttoned her clothes up to her neck, and only went to make the soup when she felt there was no problem.
After dinner, he took the medicated oil and wanted to see Wen Xin's arm. Just as he walked halfway down the stairs, he saw her coming out of the bathroom after taking a shower. He said to her on the stairs: "Come up, I'll put some medicine on your arm..."
Then she turned around and walked two steps upstairs. Normally, even if he didn't say anything, she would sneak up behind him.
Captain Yan, who was always very sharp-eyed and sharp-eared, did not hear the noise behind him and turned around to look at her.
Wen Xin ran downstairs with a smile on her face, but she didn't go upstairs. She just looked up at him and said to him with a red face, "No, I have to keep a distance of two meters from gay men. I can't have any intimate behavior with you before I find a partner..."
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