Chapter 318 Playing the Piano, One by One

The man's shoulders were broad, like a long row of keys on a piano.

Song Qingqian's fingertips slid gently across He Donglai's shoulders.

She was looking for the most suitable place and the most comfortable posture.

Because she was so focused, she didn't hear He Donglai gasp.

Next second.

He Donglai held his breath tightly.

Everything on my body, including my hair, was tense.

All his attention was focused on Song Qingqian's fingertips.

The slender fingers moved the nerves of He Donglai's whole body.

The beast that was suppressed so heavily in his chest almost burst out.

It's out of control.

At such a critical moment.

Soft humming sounded in He Donglai's ears.

Song Qingqian sang the music score softly, using the simplest Doremi sound.

And her fingers on He Donglai's shoulders.

Gently, one by one, jumping continuously.

She is playing the piano...

This time, it belongs to He Donglai alone.

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[The following is a long story. If you don’t want to read it, you can just click on the next page and skip this part of the plot.]

The original plot of this section was intended to be written as a drunken incest.

It's a hot summer day, and the young couple is passionately passionate.

Plus oysters and alcohol~

How fitting.

Then, while singing, Captain He suddenly had an idea to make up for the regrets of his youth and wanted to listen to Song Qingqian playing the piano.

That's ing'!

How is that possible? (Slurp, slurp)

But Captain He was drunk, and he was a stubborn boy who wanted to fulfill his wishes.

What can Song Qingqian do?

She likes this man, but feels sorry for him.

You can only pamper your own husband.

She could only hug Captain He's shoulders while tapping her fingers lightly on the man's broad shoulders.

Song Qingqian, one by one.

Captain Congratulations too.

When the love is deep, the fingers that were originally tapping become curled and tense.

The sharp nails scratched the "keys".

(Slurp, slurp)

——↑ This is probably the situation, but I dare to think about it, but I dare not write it, for fear that I can’t publish it TOT

So I ended up writing a warm and simple version.

The rest can be filled in your mind~

P.S., doesn’t the title “Captain He” sound very ambiguous and intimate?

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【text】

Under the shade of the trees on a hot summer day.

He Donglai responded to squad leader Chen's concern for him with just a few words.

After all, matters between husband and wife should not be disclosed to others.

He Donglai recalled more than just what happened last night.

And this morning...

While Song Qingqian was still asleep, he carefully got out of bed and hurriedly left the room.

It’s not that He Donglai doesn’t want to be intimate with Song Qingqian and experience the first time they sleep in the same bed.

It's true that He Donglai's condition is not suitable.

He was in a hurry to wash his pants!

…

At noon that day, it was not just He Donglai's company that had a rest under the shade of the tree.

Another piece of splendid sunshine.

The soldiers, who were tanned by the sun, also ate lunch together.

The lunch was exactly the same, two steamed buns, a Wowo bun, and a bowl of loofah and salted vegetable soup.

Today they were smashing the rock wall in the back mountain.

There were no machine tools in the 1970s, only shovels, hammers, and the soldiers' arms.

With a huge loss of physical strength, he could not even eat steamed buns, let alone steamed bread. He could even stuff vegetable leaves and tree bark into his mouth and swallow them with saliva.

When you bite the steamed bun, you can taste the sweetness, which is enough to satisfy you.

Just when everyone was eating voraciously.

Suddenly, in the hot air, I smelled an alluring fragrance.

"Smells good! Who hid the meat from us?"

"Fuck... We all sleep in the same dormitory, and we even know who is wearing what underwear. How can anyone hide good things?"

"What a nice smell! It smells so nice! Just smelling this, I can eat Guanyin soil!"

The smell was like a spark thrown into a pile of firewood.

It immediately started burning.

The little soldiers were boiling with excitement one after another, smelling the fragrance and looking over there.

The investigating eyes finally fell on Song Yan.

"Damn, it's Song Yan again!"

"This kid went to Captain Zhou's house for dinner again yesterday! He didn't come back until around 8 or 9 in the evening, smelling awful, and he went to bed without even taking a shower!"

"I'm unlucky! I slept next to him and could smell that odor all night. When I woke up this morning, my pillow was wet with my saliva."

"It smells so good! What smells so good?"

"No need to ask, it must be Captain Zhou's wife who is giving him a small stove again."

"Song Yan, you bastard, it's not enough to eat, why do you take more?"

They were a group of young and energetic guys in their twenties who hadn't eaten pork for a week.

As soon as they smelled a little fragrance, they surrounded it like wild beasts.

A pair of eyes saw Song Yan holding a glass bottle filled with golden sauce.

He broke open a steamed bun and poured a layer of golden sauce into the middle of it.

The shiny fat and golden ingredients instantly permeated the steamed bun.

The aroma they smelled came from this sauce - garlic sauce.

Song Yan saw his comrades surrounding him. Even though they all had fierce looks in their eyes, he was not in a hurry at all.

He slowly took a bite of the steamed bun, ate it all up, licked his lips, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

"Hey, did you smell it?"

"Song Yan, you are talking nonsense! There is nothing wrong with our noses. Of course we can smell such a fragrance."

"You are surrounded by us. I advise you to confess and be lenient. If you resist, be strict. Hand over your things and we will give you a lenient treatment."

"That's right! If you don't hand it over after I count to three, don't blame us for being rude."

"Three, two..."

Surrounded by a group of muscular men with murderous intent, Song Yan was not in a hurry at all.

He stuffed the steamed bun filled with garlic sauce into his mouth, swallowed it in big gulps, and then spoke again.

"Brothers, don't get excited, don't get excited, just listen to me. It's a long story, and it must start from last night when I went to dinner at Captain Zhou's house."

"Captain Zhou's wife, you all know how good our sister-in-law is at cooking. We had barbecue yesterday! It was so delicious...I couldn't bear to take a shower after I went home last night."

"Sleeping with that smell is like being in heaven..."

Song Yan talked a lot but didn't get to the point.

There is nothing but blatant boasting between the lines.

One soldier couldn't stand it anymore and kicked Song Yan.

"Stop showing off, you bad boy! Tell me the point!"

After being treated so "roughly", Song Yan finally behaved himself.

"I'm not wrong. I'm going to start from last night..."

Dinner yesterday.

There were four men at a table, all four of them were soldiers.

It is inevitable to talk about what happened in the barracks and their recent mission...