You should spend the rest of your life with Qingqing

Chapter 139
Suddenly he remembered that his birthday would be more than a month away, and he used to spend it casually in the army, only the four Zhuyun around him remembered, but the conditions were poor, and he could only cook a bowl of birthday noodles casually.

The four of them are all warriors who are not good at cooking, and the birthday noodles every year are hard to swallow, as if they are being tortured, it is in their hearts, not to hurt their hearts, so they have to hold their noses and swallow.

I don't know if I can rush back to the capital for this year's birthday. If I can get a few words from Qingqing, I will have no regrets. I will definitely read them from time to time and cherish them carefully.

Add a sentence at the end: the road is endless, the paper is short and the love is long, and we can't look at each other. I only hope that the stars will be in the middle of the night and I will fall asleep fortunately. ——A Yu

Reading this letter made Wen Qing'er's face flushed, the corners of her mouth were full of smiles, which couldn't be hidden no matter what, and her eyes were shining brightly.

The sun shines through the carved window, illuminating a small world in the tulle curtains, and Wen Qinger hugs her knees in the soft light.

Yingying tapped a few pages of letter paper with her fingertips, and read them word by word, feeling that each word was ordinary, but how they fit together was so joyful.

Ying Yu's letter made Wen Qing'er full of lovesickness, and when she thought of Ying Yu, her heart became hot, sour and soft, turning into a puddle of spring water, sweeter than the honey of flowers.

Wen Qing'er put away the letter carefully, and put it under the pillow. The pink and tender little wild flowers were sandwiched in her favorite book. Wen Qing'er moved to the desk and raised her hand to grind it.

Picking a wolf hair and writing with the hand, it is different from Ying Yu's vigorous and powerful pen, which shows its sharpness like a sword drawn out of its sheath, while Wen Qing'er writes in small script with hairpin flowers in one hand, blooming neatly like ink flowers.

Compared with Ying Yu's appearance, the envelope drew a half-length stick figure. Ying Yu's letter only painted Wen Qing'er's cinnabar-colored lips, and Wen Qing'er was stained with leftovers from the painting on the case. He stained Ying Yu's ears with embarrassment.

With a smothered smile on the corner of Wen Qing'er's mouth, she sealed another envelope to cover up the painting, wondering what Ying Yu's reaction would be when she saw the letter.

Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival, so I happened to make more mooncakes and send them to Ying Si, so it wouldn't be awkward to enclose this letter.

The sun gradually slanted to the west, and the glow in the sky was quietly stained with ink, making it unnecessary to have dinner in the courtyard. Wen Qinger walked quickly to the Chunhui Garden with Yi Dongchao.

After much deliberation, it is safe to discuss the matter of Xichun with her mother.

Hearing a burst of laughter from Dongshao, Wen Qing'er opened the curtain and went in, and said with a smile: "Mother, Qing'er is here to accompany you for dinner."

"You have a good nose. You came here as soon as Shuiyue made the begonia dew." Lin smiled and asked Wen Qing'er to come forward, and Shuiyue at the side brought the begonia dew in a blue-bottomed porcelain bowl. Go to the small table next to Wen Qinger.

Wen Qing'er took a sip from the edge of the bowl, the aroma of crabapple permeated the air, sweet and sour, and there were finely chopped fruit at the bottom of the bowl, mixed with sweet dew and drank it all the way, refreshing and refreshing extreme.

"Sister Shuiyue, another bowl!" Wen Qing'er raised her head and held the bowl, her almond eyes were bright, she was as childish as a child begging for sweets.

"It's not allowed to be used anymore." Lin took out the small bowl and wiped the water from the corner of Wen Qing'er's mouth with a handkerchief: "Only use it for a few days. Seeing that it's going to cool down gradually, don't be greedy anymore." It’s cold, but it’s going to make my stomach upset.”

"Hey, Qing'er listens to her mother!" Wen Qing'er said with a smile: "Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival, when will my brother come back? Do you have a letter?"

Mrs. Lin handed over a few pages of letter paper on the little table: "I was just reading the letter just now. Your brother knows Yuan, and this kid can really hold his breath. He didn't tell the family even if it was a great thing. It has been more than a month, and your father only learned about it from outsiders."

　should · mouth sweet · sell miserably · Yu

　　
　
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