"If I can't wait," Qinghuan said, "what should I do if I can't wait."

Jung was stunned. Why can't you wait? The children are still young. As long as they are carefully educated, they will not grow crooked in the future. Qinghuan is so young. Why can't you wait.

"Are you married?" Qinghuan asked.

Jung shook his head.

"Do you have someone you like?" Qinghuan asked again.

Jung realized something. He was stunned and looked at Qinghuan's eyes with curiosity and vigilance. It was the wild nature that human beings were born with in their bones.

Jung didn't speak, and Qinghuan was not in a hurry to speak. She also looked at him quietly and looked at his expression. His eyes were like heavy wheels rolling and crushing all the disguised dust. It was as deep as to see his heart, "why don't you speak."

Jung pursed his lips and swallowed his dry throat, "are you going to marry?..."

Qinghuan still looked at her, but her tone brought some helpless coldness, "listen to my mother that dashai wants to accept me as his aunt."

Aunt, this is a new word that Jung learned when he came to T city. It was called concubine in ancient times and now commonly known as the little wife. It is similar to his well-known mistress.

However, Qinghuan wants to be an aunt to others?

Jung didn't know how to react. He sighed and felt helpless about the information revealed by Qinghuan.

"I haven't thought about getting married for the time being." he avoided Qinghuan's sight and whispered.

Qinghuan smiled and drank the cold water left in the cup, "I knew that a man like you wouldn't get married so early. The front line of fighting Ge and waiting for Dan is your battlefield. Carrying Yulong to die for you is your dream destination. Heroes will not be hindered by women."

Jung didn't want to continue the topic, but asked a different question, "why did you adopt those children?"

"Not adoption." Qinghuan stressed, "I'm a fool. I just want peace of mind."

Peace of mind.

Jung never thought it would be such an answer, but when he heard the answer, he felt that only such an answer was the answer belonging to Qinghuan.

"Then why did you sprinkle sugar in the young year?" he saw clearly that day. The children were only eating, and the adults were only talking and pointing. No one thanked her for her generosity. With her intelligence, she could not have foreseen such a situation, but she still chose to sprinkle sugar.

"Because the child has no sugar, it's very poor." Qinghuan took it for granted, "the child should eat sugar."

When she was a child, she didn't eat sugar. She drooled with envy when she saw others eat it. She had experienced it, so she understood the suffering. She sprinkled sugar just to make up for the gap of more than ten years.

Jung didn't understand where her inexplicable stubbornness came from. He just said dryly, "the children must like you."

"Like me." Qinghuan smiled lazily and didn't seem to take it seriously. "Who would like a prostitute? I don't like it and don't appreciate it. That's what I want most. I don't need their love. It's useless." instead, it will become more evidence that people accuse her of being a fox spirit.

Jung didn't know how to answer it. After drinking a glass of water, he said, "I'm going."

Qinghuan: "I'd like to mention coming over for wine, but since you're going back, I won't advise you. Have a good trip and spend more time with your parents when you go home."

Jung was surprised and had no taste in his heart. "Do you really want to marry?"

"That's not marriage." Qing said with a smile, "a powder sedan chair is carried in from the side door. That's not marriage."

Marriage is to tell Heaven and earth three books, six hires and eight lifts of the big sedan. Lifting is not marriage. It is selling, gambling and humiliation.

Sell yourself, bet on a dark future, and stand up for 18 years in the back of humiliation.

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