The Lover’s Prattle

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At the end of June, Zuo You had stopped going to the military training, and Zuo Shengyan's morning and evening return were often left all night.

The suitcase was placed next to the living room. The salutes of Qingruo, Zuo You, and Aunt Fang were explained by Zuo Shengyan two days ago, and they were ready to leave at any time. This city, even as the military district's residential area, spread with the spread of war Then safe.

Soon after having lunch, Aunt Fang was still embroidering things, and Qingruo was interrupted before teaching Zuo You.

Qing Ruo pointed to the words in the book, she read it, Zuo You read it, and at the same time she wrote it down in her homework book. Qing Ruo looked at him and instructed the wrong places.

The living room door was open, and Zuo Shengyan's car drove into the yard.

The black body was covered with a lot of dust, and it was reflected under the sunlight at noon and looked even dirtier.

Zuo Shengyan hasn't been home for a long time, almost never returning home for a few days. He came back very early in the morning and hurriedly changed a suit to explain two words and left.

And this time also brought Cheng Jin.

Followed by another black car, Liu Cheng was seen driving after stopping.

Don't need him to speak, this scene battle already shows something.

Aunt Fang put down her hand, and sat nervously on the sofa watching Zuo Shengyan lead the two of them into the room.

Zuo You also held the pen in his hand and turned his head to look at Zuo Shengyan's serious face.

Zuo Shengyan entered the room. The two behind him greeted Aunt Fang and Qing Ruo. Zuo You stood up from the chair and said hello.

Zuo Shengyan waved his hand, Cheng Jin and Liu Cheng walked directly to the suitcase that was kept in the corner.

Aunt Fang sighed, her palms tightly pinched her sleeves, "Aunt Fang, what else to bring now to pack."

Aunt Fang shook her head and thought about getting up and walking to the room, "I'll go and see."

Zuo Shengyan walked to Zuo You, tall and standing tall, "Xiao You, you still have things to take away now, ten minutes."

Zuo You pursed her lips, solemnly stretched her face, nodded, and turned around to pack the books on the table.

Zuo Shengyan exhaled for a long time, turned to face Qingruo who looked at him softly from the moment he entered the door, raised her hand and touched her hair, she laughed lightly, Zuo Shengyan held the person directly in her arms.

Liu Cheng and Cheng Jin were still in the living room. They saw Zuo Shengyan's actions without saying a word, and their eyes didn't change. They were all tired. All three men's eyes were covered with bloodshots. Fortitude is like an old city wall, forever.

Qing Ruo put one hand on his shoulder, and left Zuo Shengyan to hold her upstairs.

Zuo Shengyan's steps were large, and the two steps were only one step away, and the sound of gurgling carried her up the third floor and entered the room.

Qingruo's things have basically been moved from the second floor to Zuo Shengyan's room. Not much was brought. Now I have a suitcase in the living room. Basically, there are only one or two cheongsam hanging in the closet and clothes. A shawl hanging from a hat rack.

Zuo Shengyan closed the door, lowered Qing Ruo directly to the door and hugged her.

Without saying a word, his arms kept tightening, and it became clear that if the whole body had a tightness to choke.

Zuo Shengyan bowed her head and kissed her, lingering but fierce, half licking and half tearing, her cold breath became heavy and long.

Qing Ruo hugged his body and patted him on the back in a soothing manner.

Zuo Shengyan gradually calmed down, bent a little, leaned her head on her shoulders, closed her eyes, and said her voice very quietly, "Qingruo, I'm sorry."

In the end, he still had to say sorry to her.

Qing Ruo chuckled and patted his back again, like a reed in the wind, soft but tough, "Don't worry, I will protect them."

Zuo Shengyan looked up, hugged both sides of her body and looked down at her, his eyes met her. He wanted to ask her if she could do it. Then she changed her lips to another sentence, "Are you afraid?"

Qing Ruo nodded, and the corners of his mouth were softly curved. "Scared, not scared, and Xiaoyou and Aunt Fang, I can't be scared."

Zuo Shengyan raised her hand and touched her hair. "I can only send you away while the form is not completely out of control. The last base camp is where our last guarantee is."

Qing Ruo nodded, raised his hand and held his hand above his head. He hasn't taken much rest recently. Zuo Shengyan not only has a tired face, but also has traces on his skin.

She put his big palm on her palms and rubbed it gently, watching his bloodshot eyes confess pain. "Be careful yourself, we are waiting for you."

Zuo Shengyan looked at her like this, distressed, tolerant, brave and fearless. Her face always felt the feeling of spring breeze. Lining such eyes should have been contradictory, but now she appeared on her face, just Like the moon that appears during the day and night, it naturally brings the strength of the cycle of life.

Zuo Shengyan laughed suddenly, "Qingruo, I'm scared before going home, really." He took two steps back and opened a little distance from her before, and the two people's entangled breath was pouring in. Fresh air, "But looking at you now, I suddenly believe that we can win in the end."

Qing Ruo smiled and nodded, "Well, this country is ours in the end."

"Yeah." Half sighed and half echoed, Zuo Shengyan pinched her face, feeling good, her skin was delicate, his fingers were rough again, and she pinched it two times and let out a light red. mark.

Maybe it hurts a bit, Qing Ruo frowned slightly, but said nothing, and walked around to the empty dressing table.

Zuo Shengyan didn't know what she was going to do, and didn't say anything. He followed her quietly. Qing Ruo sat down and he stood behind.

Qing Ruo took the scissors out of the drawer and dropped the hair she was holding. The soft hair was released and dropped down to the waist.

Qing Ruo looked at the mirror and made a gesture of herself, pulling a pair of hair from the position of her neck without hesitation.

Zuo Shengyan was stiff behind her, unable to even look away.

Qing Ruo found the rope from the drawer, and there was no red one. He took the black rope to tie the cut hair, straightened his fingers twice, and put it in the drawer.

The hair was so long that the drawer couldn't fit straight, and a fold was made in it.

Qing Ruo held scissors to trim the corners of her hair in front of the mirror, shredded hair scattered from the edges of the scissors, and fell on her neck, as well as on the light-colored cheongsam, on the light-wood floor.

Scissors' clattering voice mixed with her gentle and firm words, "I hope I can see you next time I have long hair, and I will wait for you to give me hair."

Zuo Shengyan's hands behind him were clenched into fists and squeezed tightly, letting go of his hands and arms tightly near the top of her hair, the movement arc smoothly followed two times, retracted his hands, stabilized the trembling voice, Nodded in agreement, "OK."

Qingruo trimmed her hair, put the scissors back in the drawer, stood up, shook off the broken hair on her body, and turned and said, "Since going to go, long hair is too troublesome, cut it well."

"Um." Zuo Shengyan nodded, and leaned forward to remove the shredded hair on her neck.

Qing Ruo stopped her hand, took his military uniform, lowered her head and let his rough fingers pull the hair off her neck little by little.

The military uniform was not changed for a few days, the top was not clean, and there were a lot of dust marks. Qing Ruo sighed, and patted him gently to pat his clothes. Nothing was reached, and he stretched his hands around his waist and leaned against his arms.

"Sheng Yan."

Zuo Shengyan stopped and stretched his hands around her thin body, trying to hug her tightly, and because she was too thin and tender, she dared not push hard.

He promised dumbly, "Well, I'm here."

"I will protect Xiaoyou. Before I die."

Zuo Shengyan's tears rolled down from her eyes and hit her cheek from the corner of the wheel.

"Qing Ruo ..."

Qing Ruo leaned in his arms and shook his head, begging him to say nothing.

Zuo Shengyan stopped talking and hugged her, her nose was breathing, her arms were her touch.

The two rested quietly for a while, and Qing Ruo pulled out of his embrace first, "Let's go, Xiaoyou and Aunt Fang should be waiting below."

Zuo Shengyan nodded silently and followed her.

Qing Ruo reached out to open the door of the room, Zuo Shengyan pulled her arm, Qing Ruo turned back, her eyes were soft and smiling, her words were soft, "What's wrong?"

Zuo Shengyan pursed her lips, her short hair made her younger than her actual age, a small face was so delicate, he pressed the darkness in his heart, and his voice was deep, "If I die ..."

If Qing Qing interrupted him with a smile, he raised one hand and made a guarantee gesture, "I will raise Xiao You to grow up."

Zuo Shengyan pulled the corners of his mouth, and suddenly some vicious emotions spread. "Then, do you want to marry or come to me?" The voice just fell into his own tone and said ironically, "Oh, don't marry the word again, you haven't married Too. "

Qing Ruo stiffened, and her hand on the door armrest fell down, turning back to face him.

"Do you want me to come to you?"

She asked very lightly, without anger, or even resentment.

The glances seen were light and foggy.

Zuo Shengyan glanced at her, suddenly cuddling someone on the bed behind him, and the whole man pressed his hand and twisted her chin to bite her lip, his voice was cold and hot, "I hope, I hope you Stay with me, don't leave for a second ... "

He bite so hard that if the corners of his mouth were torn, the **** smell spread between their lips.

Zuo Shengyan pressed her body and reached out to pull her cheongsam. Her palm stopped at the neckline, tears fell down, and she licked her bitten lips without other actions.

Qing Ruo turned her tears on the bed.

His tears slammed on her face, and her own tears rolled all over her face, and the bed under her cheek was wet.

Zuo Shengyan stopped her tears, sat up and hugged her in her arms, and her lips fell on top of her hair, holding her like a child and patting her back gently.

"This is really home hate. You must have all those little Japanese dead without corpses." Zuo Shengyan closed her eyes and lowered her head from her hair all the way down to her neck. She had just cut some small hair Hair stuck to his lips, Zuo Shengyan wiped off her collar, "If I die, find a marriage that is good for you. Xiaoyou ... find someone who is good for you, but also Xiaoyou of."

If Qing didn't speak, Zuo Shengyan stood up holding her up and put her on the ground. She fixed her skirt and smoothed her hair. Watching her crying little face make up and kiss and kiss, The mouth was salty and spicy, and his whole body hurt his heart.

Pulling her out.

As the two passed by the second floor and were about to reach the first floor, Zuo Shengyan turned back again. He walked up two steps in front of him, looking up slightly, and frowned, his voice was dry, "If I die Are you really looking for a marriage? "

Qing Ruo laughed, tilted her head, stuck out her tongue, and licked the place where he was bitten, and did not answer.

Zuo Shengyan pursed her lips to look at her, waiting for a long time without waiting for her answer.

The crying eyes were bright and shiny, and the bitten lips looked more attractive.

He sighed, squeezed his thigh with his other hand across his pants, turned his head and continued to take her down the stairs.

**

I regret.

Life is my person, death is my ghost.

Not allowed to marry.

—— [Black Box]