Please Don’t Give Up on Me

Qi Yue had a rare insomnia.

It stands to reason that under the heavy workload of abnormal level every day, insomnia is an impossible task.

However, tonight, no matter how exhausted the body is, it can't stop Qi Yue's fast-moving brain.

She thought of the words Lin Jing said at the dinner, and thought of Cheng Donglin's gentleness. People are always accustomed to being cruel to those who love themselves, and moths against the fire for those who do not love themselves.

Qi Yue tossed and turned on the bed for half the night, and finally woke up completely hungry.

She couldn't sleep either, she simply got up and walked quietly to the spare kitchen.

At least I have enough to eat and work hard.

This spare kitchen is specially set up for the big guys in the camp to start a small stove, with simple kitchenware, ingredients and drinks. Sometimes soldiers who watch the night come here to find food when they are hungry in the middle of the night.

The sliding door of the kitchen was cracked, and the inside was dark and there was no light on.

Qi Yue opened the door a bit, squeezed in, and then closed it gently.

As a result, as soon as he turned around, he was startled by the tall black shadow standing by the window.

There was no sound from that person, and it would be difficult to notice a big living person standing there without looking closely.

Qi Yue'pop' turned on the light on the wall.

The pale and bright light of the incandescent lamp came straight and dazzled Qi Yue's eyes for a while. She squinted her eyes, and then she could see the man clearly-one of the culprits for her insomnia.

"Why are you here?" Qi Yue asked faintly, concealing the panic and shaking for an instant.

Lin Jing held a cup in his hand, leaned lazily against the wall, turned his head and looked inexplicable.

Qi Yue found out that the room was filled with a faint aroma of coffee, and there was a half-empty coffee pot on the table.

He didn't answer her question, but instead asked, "Can't sleep?"

Qi Yue: "Well, I'm hungry."

She walked to the stove, took out a pot and put it on the stove, then opened the cupboard above her head.

As long as you can cook some pasta, noodles, or even a naan to eat.

However, all she can see from her perspective is a heavy bag of rice.

Emmmmm...

The idea is good, the reality is desperate.

Lin Jing suddenly moved. He took a long leg and stood behind Qi Yue in two or three steps.

Qi Yue instantly felt the oppression after coming to him.

too close.

She could even smell the good hormonal smell that she was familiar with from him.

Qi Yue's heartbeat speeded up slightly.

As soon as the man reached out his hand, he easily took out a handful of dried noodles from the depths of the cabinet.

When he handed the face to Qi Yue, he seemed to hesitate, and he glanced at her unnecessarily.

"What kind of eyes are you?!" Qi Yue was offended by the obvious suspicion in his eyes.

Lin Jing: "I remember you... can't cook?"

Which pot does not open and which pot is really lifted.

Qi Yue said stiffly: "You can still cook the noodles."

Lin Jing stretched his hand to open the small refrigerator next to it. There were eggs... and green onions in it.

He took out the green onions and eggs and put them on the stove. Then she walked to Qi Yue's side, and stretched out her hand to take out the kitchen knife from the knife holder in front of her.

His arm almost touched hers. The high temperature on the man's body also spread over in an instant.

Qi Yue avoided the side as if he was scalded: "What are you doing?"

Lin Jing: "I'll do it. So hurry up."

Qi Yue: "..."

Lin Jing turned to look at her: "I'm hungry too."

Qi Yue watched him skillfully and quickly cut the washed green onions into small pieces of the same size, as if he had applied all the fighting skills he learned in the army to this cutting board. However, there is no sense of violation.

However, she can cut just by cutting things. Especially cut a good fish.

Lin Jing heated the pot, poured oil, and fry the green onions until they turned brown. Pour in a little light soy sauce and add a spoonful of sugar.

The kitchen was instantly filled with the aroma of shallot oil.

Qi Yue's stomach is already about to move, but she has to work hard to restrain, and strive for facial paralysis: "You want to make noodles with scallion oil?"

Lin Jing: "Well. There are no other spices here, I can only make the simplest version."

The scallion oil in the pot started to bubble, Lin Jing moved the pot to the unused stove next to him, changed the pot, and cooked the noodles.

When the noodles were ready, he drained the scallion oil and poured it into a bowl next to it to let it cool.

After the noodles are finished, they are taken out and passed through the cold water.

"This way the batter won't be battered, and it will be more chewy." Lin Jing explained Qi Yue's puzzled eyes.

After mixing the noodles, he beat two eggs into the pot just used to boil the shallot oil.

He didn't wear his usual uniform, only a black tight-fitting waistcoat. When the pot was turned with one hand, the muscles on the exposed arm slightly bulged. In the light of the fire, the healthy wheat-colored skin seems to be covered with essential oils, full of wild charm.

"Beautiful and delicious." She couldn't help muttering in a low voice.

Lin Jing glanced up suspiciously: "What?"

Qi Yue waved his hand: "I'm hungry."

The eggs fried until golden on both sides are placed on the noodles overflowing with green onion, which makes people particularly appetite.

Lin Jing handed the mixed scallion noodles to Qi Yue.

Qi Yue was really hungry, and ate half a bowl in a while.

Lin Jingduo didn't move his chopsticks much. He watched Qi Yue eat the noodles, with an imperceptible smile in his eyes, and suddenly set aside half of the bowl of noodles to Qi Yue.

Qi Yue: "Uh...no need."

Lin Jing said lightly, "I think you can eat better."

"..."

Qi Yue didn't bother to care about him either. At present, it is respectful to eat first.

While eating noodles, she quietly looked at the person opposite.

He is brave and tough, tall and handsome, goes to the hall, goes to the kitchen, hard-working but not lacking in exquisiteness, and occasionally unintentional gentleness can fascinate people. Even though he was resentful, Qi Yue still had to admit that he was really good.

Unfortunately it's not hers.

The ancients said that full of warmth and **** is really a summary full of wisdom.

After feeding his stomach, Qi Yue's mind naturally shifted to other things.

She squinted her eyes at Lin Jing, who was sitting on the opposite side and eating noodles quietly.

"Major Lin, have a chat?" Qi Yue suddenly stretched out her foot and kicked Lin Jing's calf.

She also wore slippers on her feet, her feet full of light and bare.

The strength is not heavy, and it is not painful or itchy for Lin Jing, but the smooth and delicate touch that rubs his calf is enough to make his blood boil.

He restrained the urge to grasp the troubled foot, moved his chair back half a foot, and continued to eat the noodles.

People are always more impulsive in speaking and doing things in the middle of the night than in the sky. It is said that at this time, the activity of the prefrontal cortex, which controls the rationality of the brain, will be reduced to a very low level with the biological clock, while the activity of the amygdala that controls the instinct will be greatly increased. improve.

At other times, Qi Yue might stop there.

However, she tossed and turned in the middle of the night, thinking about the scene at the party tonight in her mind, thinking of Lin Jing's recent actions... So at this moment, she suddenly felt the right time and place, and her heart rose. The urge to find the bottom line.

She stood up, leaned half of her body on the edge of the table and leaned toward Lin Jing, "Hey, I'm talking to you."

She was wearing a cotton T-shirt, and when she leaned forward, the two clusters of cotton T-shirts on her chest were soft and heavy, and they were beautiful and full in shape. The V-shaped neckline opened slightly, and from Lin Jing's perspective, you could see the beautiful ditch.

Lin Jing's eyes darkened, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down uncomfortably, and the restless blood on his body began to agitate again.

He forced himself to look away, took the ice water lying aside, and took a sip.

"What are you going to say?" His voice was muted, and he lowered his head and rolled up the remaining noodles in the bowl with his chopsticks.

Qi Yue looked at the man who was concentrating on eating noodles, and squinted, "Tonight...did you hear them all?"

Lin Jing cleaned his last bite of noodles, lifted the porcelain bowl on the table, raised his eyes and looked at her: "What do you hear?"

Qi Yue couldn't understand what he was thinking because of his inadequate appearance.

Lin Jing got up, cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks, and walked to the sink.

Qi Yue also stood up and followed the side of the sink step by step.

Qi Yue leaned back on the flow table next to him, leaning back halfway

Lin Jing unscrewed the faucet, and started to clean the bowl with a sharp movement.

Qi Yue put his bowl in the sink, turned his head and stared at him carefully cleaning the bowl, but still looked at his side sternly for a while, and suddenly said, "Hey, what do you think of... Doctor Cheng?"

She actually had a lot to ask Lin Jing, but those chaotic thoughts came to her lips and turned into such a sentence.

Lin Jing's actions paused slightly, but he answered quickly: "Very good."

Qi Yue looked at him inexplicably: "Really?"

Lin Jing was quiet for a moment, and her tone slowed down a little bit, as if she was really pushing her heart and stomach: "You childhood sweethearts grew up together, know the roots and know the bottom line. Working in another field, it will be convenient for future communication. He looks like a man. A reliable person. A good match for you too."

Qi Yue closed a smile: "You really heard it."

Lin Jing glanced at her jokingly: "Is it necessary to listen to this matter?"

When he lowered his head, a trace of sadness quickly flashed in his eyes, which was fleeting.

Qi Yue looked at her inexplicably: "What did the words just now... mean?"

Lin Jing: "Literally."

As if she didn't hear clearly, she asked stubbornly again: "Do you really think so? You looked at me and said."

Lin Jing threw down the bowl in his hand and turned to look at her. His eyes were waveless, calm as a mirror.

"Yeah. Really." He said slowly.

He wiped the clean dishes in his hands vigorously, as if trying to prove something.

Qi Yue stared at him quietly for a moment, and the eager thoughts in his heart seemed to be poured cold water and settled down.

"Lin Jing...you are really...very good." Qi Yue curled his lips coldly and turned away.

The water in the kitchen was still splashing.

However, the person washing the dishes seemed to have been pressed the pause button, and his movements were stagnant for a long time, seemingly unaware.

After a long time, the glass he was holding suddenly shattered. The crisp sound was exceptionally abrupt in this quiet early morning, and it was hard to ignore.

On the corridor outside the door, Qi Yue stood leaning against the wall, and a faint smile suddenly appeared in his eyes.

She had already walked halfway, but turned back again. Originally intended to warn that person not to be unclear and ambiguous, but he did not expect to encounter such an unexpected scene.

The sound of glass shattering, but just so good, reached her ears. At this moment, she actually felt that the crisp and even sharp sound was more pleasant than the sound of melting ice and snow in spring.