Lieutenant, stand at attention and rest!

The Black Hat Conference ended successfully, followed by the Hacking Conference kicked off.

During this period, a small episode happened, that is, the hotel room where Yao Xiaojing stayed received a beautiful bouquet of lily-of-the-valley flowers every day.The flowers were sent by a person named Indians (Indians). Indians himself never showed up. He just asked the waiters of the Hughes Hotel to deliver them to the suite on the 36th floor on time every day.

The bouquet was definitely not for Xu Enhua, because she and the Chinese delegation had already left New York and returned to Beijing on the closing day of the Black Hat Conference.Yao Xiaojing is the only one living in the whole house now.She asked the waiter about the face of the person who gave the flower, but the waiter said that the person didn't show up at all, and the flower was sent by a florist.Regarding the flower bouquets that symbolize love, Yao Xiaojing didn't take them seriously, because her heart was already filled with longing, and the date of return and reunion were what she was focusing on now.

Due to the convening of the hacker conference, her original one-week itinerary was postponed for two days. She called Mu Feng and found that her mobile phone, which was still in good contact last night, was reminded to shut down.After scoring in the same situation in three different time periods, Yao Xiaojing knew that Mu Feng must have a mission.

His deep and melodious voice still echoed in my ears, and those sincere greetings and congratulations brought countless warmth to her who was alone in a foreign land across the vast Pacific Ocean.

"Xiao Jing, I read your report and am proud of you!" His tone couldn't hide his pride.He knew that his Xiao Jing would not disappoint everyone who cared about her.

"But I'm homesick, husband. I still miss you." She stood by the window on the 36th floor of the hotel overlooking the bright lights of New York City with her mobile phone in her arms, and murmured.

He chuckled over there, and comforted her with a slight sigh: "Be patient for two more days, and you will be able to go home soon."

"Will you wait for me at home?"

He pondered for a while, "Yes, I will wait for you. I have been waiting for you!"

Smiling foolishly at the boundless night sky, because of his promise, she has greater expectations for the return journey. She misses him, misses him very much, thinks of going to the bone, wants to mix him in the blood and bone marrow of her body, wants to Let him beat and breathe with her pulse.

"Mu Feng, I want you to coax me to sleep..." She rolled up the quilt and lay lazily on the big bed, wanting to act coquettishly with someone far away before going to bed.

He smiled softly over there, making her heart tremble for a while.

"Well, then close your eyes and I'll coax you to sleep."

"Okay." She really closed her eyes and raised the corners of her mouth. "I want to hear you sing, the folk songs of the Naxi people."

He panted softly, as if he was stumped by her request, and couldn't stand her pleading, so he could only follow her wish and sang Naxi's folk songs.

Is it the person in my heart, calling me from the front

It turned out that the strong wind blew past my ears, and the mountains and forests made a whirring sound.

Is it the person in my heart, waiting for me in front

It turned out that in the quiet valley, there stood clumps of stone forests

Girl, why don't you answer me

But I slept so sweetly last night that the little mouse bit her tongue

Brother, why can't you hear me?

Did you cut honey at home yesterday and your ears were stuffed with inedible beeswax

My ears are still empty like snail shells

Girl, please speak louder, the voice is too low, only to be blown away by the wind

. . . . . . . . . . . . .

I didn't break it because I thought it was an earthen pot, but I found out it was a gold pot after it broke

Cherish the beautiful love, it is broken and repaired, after all, it is a pot with only cracks. .

The originally mellow and affectionate Naxi love song was sung by his thick and deep voice, which added a bit of rough meaning, but the deep affection hidden in it made her itch from the bottom of her heart to her toes.

Amused by the interesting lyrics, she asked softly, "What song is it? It's very interesting."

He was also laughing, and replied softly: "A love song of the Naxi people."

She sighed softly: "Mu Feng, you sing so beautifully, what should I do if I can't sleep anymore."

"Can't sleep spanking." His tone was deliberately heavy.

She smiled, feeling delighted.Rolling on the bed a few times, his eyes shifted inadvertently, and he saw the lily of the valley bouquet abandoned in the corner of the room.A faint fragrance wafted from the room, causing her heartstrings to be gently plucked for some reason.

"Mu Feng, I have a suitor here who sends me flowers every day." She confessed to Mu Feng with a smile.

As expected, he was so excited, "Who? Do you know him?" He knew that this girl wouldn't let him worry about it.

"I don't know, I only left a name, Indians." Indians, an elusive appellation, are a nation full of mystery.

"Indians?"

"Hmmm. It's a little puzzling that this Indians delivered bouquets of lily-of-the-valley every day but didn't show up," she said.

Chen Mufeng didn't think too deeply about it. Like Yao Xiaojing, he felt that this might be an act of ordinary admirers expressing their love.However, the cautiousness and carefulness he had cultivated over the years made him tell her on the phone: "Reject his bouquet from tomorrow. No matter what the purpose of his overtures is, you should learn to stay away from him."

She bit her lip and smiled softly: "Are you jealous?"

"Hmm..." He snorted through his nose, and warned a certain woman who was about to wait for the red apricots on the wall: "Throw away the flowers. I won't allow you to get close to them." Thinking about it wrong, he emphasized again: " Now, throw it away immediately."

"How do you know the flowers are in my bedroom." She really admired his clairvoyance.

"I'm the only person in this world who knows your habits best." Yao Xiaojing likes to put fresh lily of the valley in her bedroom the most. It's called purifying the air, but it actually satisfies her special hobby.

Yao Xiaojing really regretted her outspokenness, "But, flowers are innocent." She liked the fragrance of the flowers, and was going to let them stay until tomorrow morning before the cleaning waiter took them away.

"Go and throw it away, I don't want them to watch you sleep." Chen Mufeng felt uncomfortable and felt palpitations for no reason.