A happy event in a fertile field: the black-bellied husband is as beautiful as a flower

Chapter 911 How are you?

By dusk, the adjustment of the soldiers of the battalion defense had already been handed over.

Meng Yan was going to leave with Yin Heng, and Ming Yan Jun should also go back at this time, but she is used to staying here longer than usual, and usually returns after dark.

Meng Yan said to Ming Yanjun with a half smile but not a smile: "How about going for a drink with me?"

Lord Ming Yan also smiled, and responded readily: "Okay."

So Lord Ming Yan left early today, and left the camp with Meng Yan.

By the time we got back to the city, it was already dark, and the long street was lit up with lights.

A string of fiery red lanterns are also shining in front of the winery.

The folks in the village knew Meng Yan and the others, and when they saw people coming, they immediately walked up to them and led them the way, saying: "The land is reserved for some guest officials."

After entering the inner courtyard, there is no need for a buddy to lead the way.

Meng Yan ordered a few wines, and the waiter turned around to prepare them.

Meng Yan and Ming Yanjun went to Haitang Xiaoyuan with ease.

On weekdays, because the small garden is the boss's place, it doesn't entertain guests, and the location is quiet, so it is only used when Meng Yan and the others come.

However, when Ming Yanjun opened the door and entered while chatting with Meng Yan, when he raised his eyes and saw the people sitting in the courtyard, his words froze in his throat halfway through his speech, and his movements also froze.

The crabapple flowers in the yard have withered.

But someone was cooking wine under the tree, and the aroma of the wine wafted into every corner of this small garden.

He slowly held the vessel for warming wine, shaking it gently in his hand.Hearing the sound, he raised his head, saw Mr. Ming Yan, and greeted with a smile as if reunited after a long absence: "You are here."

Ming Yanjun stood at the door blankly, looking at him.

Qiu Ke.

It has become different from before, but it will always be the appearance in her memory.

But it was difficult for her to take a step forward.

Meng Yan's voice beside him said: "The last time he asked someone to deliver the medicine, he said he wanted to talk to you. You talk first, I'm next door, call me if you need anything."

Mingyan Jun opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything, she heard Meng Yan's footsteps and turned and walked out, and as the door of the small garden was closed, there was only silence in the yard.

Meng Yan went to the next door, opened the door and entered.

Yin Heng is making wine in the yard next door.

She sat down opposite Yin Heng, looked at his gentle expression with her chin propped up, and said for a long time: "Ah Heng, if you fell in love with someone you can hardly have, what would you do? Should you stay away from him, or find a way to have him?" ?”

Yin Heng said: "There is no if, I already have it."

She came over from the table, snuggled into his arms, hugged him, and said, "Yeah, how lucky am I? The person I love happens to love me too, so I don't need to marry someone else, it just happens to be him There is no need to marry someone else, we just became a couple."

Yin Heng hugged her, lowered his head slightly, stroked her hair with his chin, and pressed her head against his heart with his hands.

Meng Yan suddenly said again: "I don't know if this is right or wrong. But people are like this. Sometimes they know that something is wrong, but they still feel that they have to do it. So what should I do?"

Yin Heng said: "If you feel that you have to do it, why bother arguing about right or wrong?"

Meng Yan froze for a moment, then smiled in his arms.

In the small garden of Begonia, Mr. Ming Yan stood still for a long time, Qiu Ke said to her: "Come and have a seat."

Finally, she walked over and sat down opposite Qiu Ke.

The water vapor on the stove was dense and dense, making the light and shadow a little hazy.

For a while, no one spoke first.

Ming Yanjun still wore the same attire he wore on the coaching field, capable and heroic.But Qiu Ke is no longer the same as when she was wearing military uniform.

He was wearing a soft and light robe, and a thick outer robe was draped over his shoulders.

Now he is afraid of the cold, and he can't stand the cold at all, his body is indeed not as good as before.

Ming Yanjun looked at him, as if it was only yesterday when she saw him last time, she kept thinking, how could a person lose weight so much in just one day.

He is no longer the heroic young man he once was. In front of Mr. Ming Yan, he is like a sick and noble son, with a good sense of self-cultivation in every gesture.

However, Mr. Ming Yan was so uncomfortable that he was about to suffocate.

Almost at the same time, both of them spoke.

Ming Yanjun asked vaguely: "How is your health?"

Qiu Ke asked her softly, "How are you doing?"

Then both of them stopped.

Qiu Ke opened her brows, smiled slowly, and said, "I'm fine, it's just that I don't adapt to the changing weather occasionally, and they make a fuss over a molehill. After a while, I can always get better."

Ming Yanjun nodded, and said: "I'm fine too. I'd better go to the camp as usual and practice with everyone."

Qiu Ke poured out the boiled wine, pushed it to Mr. Ming Yan, and said, "There are many kinds of wine in this winery. The wine I chose should suit your taste. Try it."

Ming Yanjun picked it up, and the warmth spread from the palm of his hand, but she didn't feel warm, but felt a little colder.

She drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, wondering if she was choking and coughing from the heat.

Qiu Ke asked in a daze, "Is the wine very strong? I thought it was very soft."

Mr. Mingyan turned his head slightly, coughed and said in a muffled voice: "Bulie, I accidentally cut my throat."

He stretched out his hand, hesitated for a moment, and still placed it on her back, patting her gently.

Ming Yanjun choked on tears in an instant.

She wiped the corners of her eyes vigorously without any trace, handed him the cup, and said, "One more cup."

She drank several cups in a row before suppressing the sour feeling that was about to burst.

Qiu Ke was speechless, she picked up a cup and wanted to taste it, but Lord Mingyan leaned over and pressed her wrist.

Ming Yanjun's heart suddenly ached, he wore so much, how come his hands are still so cold?

Qiu Ke raised her head and looked at her blankly. Her eye sockets were wet, as if they had just been washed by a rain and snow, and they were flushed with cold.

Ming Yanjun said in a hoarse voice: "If you know your health is not good, don't drink."

The two stalemate for a while.

In the end, Qiu Ke lowered her head and looked at the wine in the glass and the hand of Ming Yanjun holding her wrist with a vague expression. He slowly took the wine glass away with the other hand and put it aside steadily. .

Seeing this, Ming Yanjun let go of him.

The next moment, he grabbed the wrist with his backhand and pushed towards him.

Pulling her into his arms instantly, he hugged her tightly.

Ming Yanjun stared wide open, the arms that embraced her did not allow her to retreat.

He gently stroked her hair, lowered his head and whispered in her ear: "I only came to you this time, and I won't look for you next time. Don't cry."

Ming Yanjun gritted his teeth, buried his head in the lapel of his clothes, the warm tears silently stained the lapel of his clothes, scalding him so painfully.

(End of this chapter)