Xie Qingning didn't sleep well that night. She woke up a few times at night and fell asleep again in a daze. When she opened her eyes in the morning, it was already bright, and the curtains were halfway open. The fine sunlight in the morning passed through the glass and jumped on the floor. Another beautiful day. She subconsciously turned her head and looked at the position beside her, empty. If it weren't for the obvious depression of the pillow, she would almost doubt whether he was sleeping beside her last night.

He lifted the quilt and jumped out of the bed to pull out the cabinet. The most eye-catching thing was that he hung a row of military uniforms, his shirt was ironed and his military trousers were also hung in new shapes. He couldn't help but think of his appearance in military uniforms. His tall body was straight, his cuffs and trousers were just right, wrapping his thin and strong body, the medals on his chest were shining brightly, and his dark eyes were embedded on his serious face. His skin was not the bronze color, but a little whiter than the bronze color, and without losing his military tough temperament.

Thinking of this, she didn't realize that she was staring at his military uniform. If it weren't for the sound of the stairs, she hadn't reacted, so she hurriedly found a piece of clothing from the cabinet and went into the bathroom to change it. After washing, she stepped downstairs with slippers.

I walked around the floor and didn't see him. Even the orderly officer was not there. Instead, I was attracted by the fragrant and appetizing breakfast on the table. I only ate one bowl of wontons last night, and I didn't get the late supper later. My stomach was rumbling when I went to bed last night.

There was no one in the room. She turned her eyes, pulled open the chair and sat down, pinched a crab roe bun and stuffed it into her mouth. The delicious soup spread between her lips and teeth. She squinted her eyes like a child, and she reached out to pinch one and stuffed it into her mouth again.

"Madam, you get up. When the leader left, he told me not to wake you up and let you sleep for a while. I will bring you porridge now."

She pinched Xiaolongbao's hand and twitched magically. Xiaolongbao fell to the ground and rolled around and stopped beside the table legs. The cheerful voice of the middle-aged woman was still in her ears. The voice of the lady was really like a thunder in the plain, which made her blown to pieces. She drooped her eyelids and silently picked up the rolling buns from the ground and threw them into the trash can. Suddenly she lost her appetite.

The middle-aged woman came out of the kitchen and put it in front of her, and also served it with delicious side dishes. She said thank you, and took a spoon and dug a few bites casually. The extremely sticky porridge slid across the tip of her tongue. It was a little sweet and full of thoughts. She put down the spoon and spoke: "When will he be back?"

Mrs. Wu wiped the table and turned around and replied, "The leader said he would go to the army to have a meeting and go back tonight, so he told his wife not to wait for him."

She nodded, smiled at Mrs. Wu, who looked soft, and then took a few bites and put the spoon upstairs. She thought about getting up this morning before going to bed last night. Although they were married legally, they only had more understanding and cognition in terms of relationship than strangers. They were in love for three months a few years ago. Now when they looked back, their memories were blurred and they couldn't even see their faces clearly. Perhaps those three months were just a game, a game dominated by her, and he did not refuse to participate.

She opened the glass door and sat on the terrace outside. There was a group of rattan chairs on it, and there was a glass coffee table in the middle, with several books on it. You can imagine the scene of him sitting here to read books, bathed in the fine morning light or the sunset. She sat on the rattan chair and looked at the flowerbed in the garden downstairs. The fine sunlight shone in from the hollow black railing, hitting the ground mottledly. She stretched out her hands to catch this beautiful light.

The sunlight fell to the ground from the gap between her fingertips, and a shadow appeared on the wall, changing the posture of her finger curiously, and the shadow continued to change its appearance. After playing for a while, she felt bored and sighed a long time.

Xie Qingning is really different from before. She has to admit this. When he said he should take responsibility, she felt a little sad. If it were put in the past, she would have run away with her luggage and was so crazy that she was willful.

I couldn't help but wonder if he had gritted his teeth in hatred whenever he thought of her in the past few years. He disappeared without a trace in the second week of getting the certificate. He was really willful, but I was grateful to him at that time.

The person who was trapped in the memory did not hear the sound at the door. Mrs. Wu called out several times and did not respond. She walked up to her and patted her on the shoulder. Xie Qingning was so shocked that she almost fell off the chair.

"The old leader is here, downstairs."

When people are unlucky, drinking some water will stuff your teeth, not to mention that the water is not water, but porridge. She followed Mrs. Wu to the door and asked nervously: "The old leader often comes here?"

"This is not the case, but I happened to pass by today, so I came here to take a look."

Hearing this, she probably knew what was going on. She passed by and took a look. She clearly got some news and came to inquire. She had to see her. The hat on her head was really uncomfortable.

Following Mrs. Wu, she turned the stairs and saw a straight figure standing in front of the fish tank. She was wearing a military uniform, with a little white hair mixed in her black hair, and her body was strong and wide. She felt like she had experienced all the vicissitudes of life with just one back. When he turned around slowly and saw his face, the momentum of not being angry naturally emanated. The years left indelible marks on his face. The deep pupils looked at her, as if she was looking at her and smiling. She uneasyly opened her face, and her fingers were behind her back, stirring them nervously.

He scolded Mu Lianghe a hundred times in his heart. If he could have thought of him, Mu Lianghe would have been exhausted by her. If he hadn't insisted on getting her back, he would not have faced the current situation. Xie Qingning has been a smart girl since he was a child and was very tactful. He dared to lose his temper in front of Mu Lianghe. In front of his father, she would not dare to exhale carefully and wait for his next words.

Mu Hongjun took a step forward, but he didn't make a big move. He was still a little distance away from the woman who was slightly drooping his head in front of him. The woman who looked like a child in front of him was the daughter-in-law who had been married for three years. To be precise, she was the daughter-in-law who had been married for three years after getting the marriage certificate.

"Where is Liang He, not at home?" He spoke with a deep voice.

"Well, go to the army for a meeting and come back tonight." She replied carefully. Mrs. Wu made a pot of Pu'er and came out. The tea fragrance was everywhere. She took the opportunity to speak and move to the sofa to sit down. The feeling that Chief Mu Da gave her was always oppressed, although he did not show hostility, perhaps because he was guilty.

"I'm calling me Xie Qingning, right? I heard Liang He talk about you."

Chief Mu Da's words were like a stone thrown into the water, rippling in circles, and they could not calm down. In order to distract herself, she held a white porcelain cup and placed it on her lips and sipped it gently. The fragrance of tea penetrated into her nose bit by bit. In fact, she didn't like drinking tea and couldn't taste tea. Compared with the clear famous tea, she prefers colorful juices, which are sweet to the bone.

It was not difficult for Mu Hongjun to see Xie Qingning's nervousness and uneasiness. His hands on his knees were clenched into fists and laughed out loud. His laughter was low, and his chest was undulating under his clothes, which was somewhat inconsistent with his previous serious image. He looked down at his watch: "Are you curious about what Liang He told me about you? When you come back, you can ask him, it's getting late, and I should leave."

After Mu Hongjun said that, he had already stood up. As he did when he came, she thought about it and asked to keep him for lunch. He said there was another one he wanted to drive, and she couldn't say anything. She took him out of the door and watched the orderly opening the car door for him, and the car slowly drove out of the large yard.

Mu Hongjun's arrival seemed to be a drama, but now it has come to an end, but the actor has not yet walked out of the play, and his heartbeat is still half a beat faster than usual. After a long time, it slowly calmed down. Mrs. Wu seemed to see her unnatural and uneasy, comforted her with kind words. She smiled and thanked her, then went back to the bedroom, lifted the quilt and crawled in, wrapped herself tightly with the quilt. The sun was shining outside, and she pulled up the curtains, so the bedroom seemed a little dark, as if it was evening.

Lying on the bed, she couldn't sleep, her mind was messy, like a knotted vine, unable to sort out and cut it. If she had walked the past path again, she would probably still go there. It was not that she would not regret it, but because of her own personality, she would rather be crushed to pieces.

It’s a pity that Mu Lianghe met her in a bad mood and agreed to her proposal in a crazy way. As a soldier, he is undoubtedly the best and youngest major general, but as a husband, it’s not that they don’t agree, but that they have no feelings for them. The forced melon is not sweet, so let’s talk about it when he comes back.

I fell asleep again in a drowsy way, and the prosperity fell in my dream, and memories surged like a tide, which made her breathless and ran forward hard, but those memories entangled her toes like mud, unable to struggle, and could only sink a little bit and overwhelmed her head.

When she woke up, the bedroom became darker. She sat up and scratched her fingertips across the corner of her eyes, and it felt a little wet. When she blinked, a pearl slid down from her eyelids and dripped into an invisible place. The noise downstairs was noisy. She lifted the quilt and the first possibility that she thought of was that he was back.

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Some of the great men may say that they can't understand it because I have laid a lot of foreshadowings in front, and I will understand it later after I see it, ~\(≧▽≦)/~hf();
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