After having a delayed lunch, Song Fuyu was no longer sleepy.

She glanced out the window.

There is no sun today and the temperature is over 20 degrees. You can go outside for a walk to help digest the food.

"Comrade Yan, are you sleepy?"

Hearing this address, Yan Ziyuan paused as he was collecting the lunch box, and looked at Song Fuyu with a strange expression.

"Xiao Yu, if I remember correctly, when we were alone in the village, you should have called me Ziyuan, right?"

"How come after this, he immediately reverted to his original form and became Comrade Yan?"

"I was thinking that we were outside, and we were all strangers. If someone heard us screaming in an intimate way, it wouldn't be good since we didn't have anything to prove our relationship."

In fact, she just called it out casually. After all, most people in this era call it gay.

They don’t know the people outside, nor do they know what kind of monsters they are.

If you are unhappy with them and find something to do with them, it will be impossible to explain it clearly.

"It's not as strict as you think. They won't arrest someone just because they called someone without their last name. If that were the case, those people wouldn't be able to handle all these cases even if they didn't eat, drink or sleep every day."

"I still like you to call me Ziyuan."

"Calling me Comrade Yan makes me feel strange. Even if you call me by my full name, it's better than that."

He spoke very seriously, and Song Fuyu actually saw a trace of grievance on his face, but she didn't know if it was her illusion.

"Okay, I get it. I'll just call you Ziyuan from now on."

"You don't have to call me that all the time. After we get married, I want you to call me husband."

Well, she had misread the aggrieved expression just now.

This guy just pretended to be pitiful, and then asked her to hand him the pole so that he could climb up.

"Call you head!"

"Pack your things quickly, I want to go out for a walk."

Seeing that she had the urge to tear him apart, Yan Ziyuan didn't dare to do it again and immediately quickened the pace of packing the lunch boxes.

"Xiao Yu, wait for me in the room for a moment. I'll go wash the dishes."

Song Fuyu looked at his quickly running figure and laughed softly.

After we got together, he changed from the cold and austere temperament that he had when we first met, and became a lot gentler and more interesting.

At least he is completely different from the Overlord that Jin Kai complained about.

After washing the dishes, the two set off to the park they had visited on their first date.

Maybe because it was a weekday, there were far fewer people in the park than last time, but there were still a few couples who secretly came out for a date, and you could feel the pink bubbles emanating from them.

Compared to other couples who avoided other people's eyes from time to time, she and Yan Ziyuan looked extremely upright when walking together.

The two walked slowly inside, their arms occasionally bumping against each other as they walked side by side. Song Fuyu's expression was relatively calm, but Yan Ziyuan, who was standing next to him, had already had all sorts of thoughts in his mind.

He stretched out his hand and quietly probed to the side. Song Fuyu felt it when his hand touched the back of her hand for the first time, but she did not interrupt him.

This kind of innocent behavior that I used to see in TV dramas still makes me feel so happy when I actually experience it myself.

Maybe this is the taste of love, knowing that the other person is doing something stupid and clumsy, but still willing to cooperate unconditionally. I don't feel bored, but a little happy, and my heart is filled.

The further they went in, the fewer people there were. After some attempts, Yan Ziyuan finally held Song Fuyu's hand.

He secretly glanced at the person next to him, and seeing that she didn't mind, he held her hand tighter, with the corners of his mouth rising uncontrollably.

If his comrades saw him in his current state, they would probably laugh at him.

He was not such an indecisive and hesitant person before. He was usually straightforward and result-oriented in doing anything.

But since he met Song Fuyu, he found that he had changed a lot.

When he encounters something about her, he will start to hesitate and start to worry about many things that he didn't care about before.

Mainly, he was worried that Xiaoyu would feel uncomfortable, uneasy or unhappy, which he didn't want to see.

During the rest of their time in the park, the two of them never let go of each other's hands, and it was almost six o'clock when they came out of the park.

"Are you hungry?"

"I'm not hungry. I feel like lunch is still stuck in my throat."

"Why don't you go to the state-owned restaurant and buy some food before it closes? Otherwise, you won't have anywhere to buy food when you get hungry at night. You can also buy some of your favorite buns to eat on the train, but they should only be good for a day or they'll go bad."

"That's fine."

"I still remember when we were in Heng City, we went to the state-owned restaurant together. At that time, you seemed to dislike me for talking too much."

"Just so you know."

"You don't know anyone well, so why do you ask them how many buns they buy?"

Yan Ziyuan smiled awkwardly and touched his nose in embarrassment.

He didn't think there was anything wrong at the time, but when he was on his way back to the army, alone, thinking about the few conversations they had, he felt that he had indeed meddled too much.

Perhaps he had already had different thoughts about Xiaoyu at that time, but he was not aware of it.

He hadn't had a girlfriend for more than 20 years. Apart from his sisters, he rarely interacted with girls. When he met a girl he was interested in, he became much more clumsy in speaking.

When I think back to that scene now, embarrassment still spreads in my heart.

But fortunately, it's all over. The girl who made him different has become his partner and will be his wife and the mother of his children in the future.

..........

After returning to the guesthouse, Song Fuyu reluctantly ate half of the bun, and Yan Ziyuan naturally helped him eat the remaining half.

"How about leaving one in your room? You can eat it later when you're hungry."

"No, I don't want to eat anymore today."

"Then I'll go get you some water and make you a cup of milk."

He remembered that Xiaoyu would drink a glass of milk every morning and evening. According to her, it would help her grow taller.

But I do feel that she has grown a lot taller since the first time I saw her.

But this is not what he cares about. As long as she is with him, it doesn't matter whether she is tall or short.

"Then go ahead~"

Yan Ziyuan took two thermos bottles and filled two pots of hot water.

"I borrowed a bucket from the front desk, soaked in hot water for a while, and then washed it carefully twice. You can take a shower in your room, don't go to the bathhouse."

"How do you know I don't like going to the bathhouse?"

Yan Ziyuan did not answer, but smiled.

Not only did he know that the little girl didn't like going to the bathhouse, but he also discovered that she actually had many different little habits.

For example, there are several towels and three washbasins, each with its own purpose. The slippers worn in the house and those worn outside are also separate.

Even the cups for drinking water are different.

Just like the cup he was holding now, which she used to make milk. Apart from filling it with hot milk twice a day, he had never seen her drink water from this cup.

As for why, he didn't ask, as long as Xiaoyu was happy.