"What the right girl … oh, you said qian son"
"Her name is Qianer?"
"Well," Zong Jindao said, "There is nothing to say. It was many years ago."
"talk about it"
"Qian son grew up in Weichi mansion to wait on my mother. My mother always asked her to follow me for a long time …" Zong Jin stopped suddenly at some point. "… I can’t remember clearly."
"Not a lover? Don’t remember? "
"I really don’t remember," Zong Jin said. "I remember it."
"That if I meet her again …"
"I said Hector even"
"Huh?"
"Don’t be jealous of your wife," he chuckled. "I can divorce you if you do this."
The man was dazed, as if Zong Jin hadn’t revealed that he didn’t realize that he cared too much. He changed his subject again and said, "… Do you remember Zong Jin more than ten years ago?"
Before he finished speaking, he was breathing evenly around him.
He Lianheng let the oil lamp shine on Zongjin’s side face-he closed his eyes and slept in the past. The long eyelashes fluctuated slightly with breathing, and his lips also kept a narrow slit, sleeping like a child.
Men always feel that this scene is like a dream when they watch it quietly.
He never thought that one day Wei Chilan would fall asleep so peacefully beside him, but he was lucky that things were often unsatisfactory.
[Is it sweet to say something? ! I asked if you were sweet? ! 】
Chapter one hundred and thirty-two Celebration ()
Three days later.
In Helianheng deployment, the generals were busy, and soon they took the lead in capturing the three woodlands and returned them to the city. The burnt land was properly packed by them, and the burnt trees, flowers and plants could be transported back to the city and distributed to the civilians. It can’t be crushed and melted into the ground with the ashes of the dead soldiers.
After coming here, trees will be replanted, and after ten or twenty years, they will grow into lush appearance again.
He Lianheng’s famous people set up a monument in the north of the woodland, with the names of the soldiers who died in this battle engraved on them.
For three days in a row, Zong Jin ate and slept, neither tempted Jing Zhao nor asked He Lianheng to plan. He seemed to be concentrating on his rehabilitation, and his body was also very ferocious for the three wolf claws behind his face. Finally, the red and black scab pain subsided by half.
On the fourth day, Zong Jin was still sleeping on the bed of He Lianheng, holding the bedding, but He Lianheng was already making a move. "The letter from Beitang said that there was no trace of the coyotes and Le Zhengxin in the fir-sitting area, and the remaining hundreds of people could not succeed."
"It’s enough for Lacquer City to keep a thousand defenders," Jiang Yi replied. "Then leave at noon?"
"But" He Lianheng nodded "Sha Luocheng is ready for you to arrange travel"
"yes"
Zong Jin vaguely listened to their conversation, and when he was half asleep and half awake, he opened his eyes. Men always liked to sit by the window. He was used to opening his eyes and looked there. "… it was so noisy early in the morning."
"It’s getting late," He Lianheng said. "You should get up."
Zongjin didn’t move. He still held the bedding and didn’t reply.
On the first day, when he slept in He Lianheng’s room, he said that he slept sleepily in the past and naturally did not consider whether it was appropriate or not. He was a big man to consider whether he would be taken advantage of by another man. It was ridiculous for him. Nothing happened after a good night’s sleep. After that, those absurd wariness gradually dissipated, and he cared about eating and sleeping and ignored who was sitting next to him.
In the past, it was the same. Wei Chilan always had less than half a month to do everything, but he didn’t feel tired when he went to the battlefield for days and nights.
The man didn’t force him to get up, but went to the screen and sent him to China early in exchange for Jiang Yi.
The screen was illuminated by the light outside the window, and the figure of the man was outlined, sometimes clearly and sometimes dimly. Zong Jin’s eyes swam with him and finally turned back to the screen to see the man’s side face.
Zongjin suddenly came, and God raised his hand to support his cheek. He watched Helianheng change clothes with some appreciation.
He Lianheng didn’t look at him, but he clearly knew that when his eyes fell on the ground and raised his hand to sort out the inner mouth, he said, "Change clothes when you wake up."
"I’m more dressed. I’m not even a big shot in the family." Zong Jin said, "Just dress well. Those ordinary people won’t look at me."
He said he Lianheng came out from behind the screen.
The man loves dark black on weekdays, and today he is wearing a red, white, dark and red coat with a white belt and white jade as an ornament. The gold thread on the front cuffs is luxurious and verve. As the man moves, the dark lines on the coat are looming in the sun; The man stopped pouring tea before sitting on the couch, and the same dark red ribs appeared in front of him.
Since I entered Zongban, Lian Hengheng has always been in uniform, or he is simply wearing a thick coat at rest.
Zong Jin seems to have not seen him wear China for a long time, and he can’t help but sigh in his mind-when clothes make the man.
Zong Jin looks good on him in this dress.
He Lianheng walked along the edge of the bed with a cup of warm water and handed it to him. "Clothes are ready for you."
He said with his eyes and motioned Zong Jin to see the other cabinet folded neatly and put it in the cabinet with the same red and white color scheme.
"…" ZongJin convergence eyes got up and took the water to drink off "I don’t want"
“？”
“？ I also want to ask if I want to wear China. "Zong Jindao" I don’t like China without wearing it. "
"Then you go out in your underwear."
"Where was my previous body?"
"I ordered someone to throw it away."
Zong Jin suddenly sat up and looked at him in disbelief. "What?"
"Because I guessed you wouldn’t want to wear it."
-if he has a knife in his hand now, he must stick a hole in He Lianheng’s shoulder to vent his anger.
It has been said that no matter how casual this Zongjin is, it is impossible to walk out in his underwear. What’s worse, it is still in spring, and even his weak face can’t stand the cold spring.
As if afraid that he would think more and get more angry, He Lianheng didn’t say much, but pushed the door open and left the house without telling the sentence "Hurry up".