Ah Qing did not expect that Fang Chongyi, who had always been weak, would join the army.
What does Fang Chongyi, who sits in front of his desk with a book in his arms all day long, look like when he is practicing in the barracks?
"You're stupid, I guess you don't know." The girl in front of her wrinkled her nose and made a face, her eyes full of disgust.
"Don't you know now?" Ah Qing pretended to be indifferent and asked casually, "When are you going, or have you already left?"
"Why are you asking me? I'm not familiar with you." The girl leaned against the bed curtains and crossed her hands. Put on a "Come and beg me" attitude.
"Oh, I'm not familiar with it either." Ah Qing understood her trick too well and had no intention of taking the bait.
"You're not familiar with him? Who doesn't know that you like him... Ah!"
Ah Qing pushed the girl down on the bed and covered her mouth with his hand, "Mo Taotao! You really deserve a beating!"
After Ah Qing beat Mo Taotao away, he made himself a cup of tea. What I drank was Fang Chongyi's favorite Wanzhou Maojian.
The tips of newly harvested hair in early spring swirled in the light green tea soup, curling up wisps of water mist - it was too hot to drink.
I was originally thinking of giving him a few taels of new tea, but I didn't know if there would be a chance.
In fact, before making tea, Ah Qing had many doubts.
I want to ask him why he wanted to be a soldier, why he didn't tell himself, why he just left like this...
But after making tea, she no longer wanted to ask.
She seemed to understand what friendship between gentlemen is as light as water.
Purpose: Instead of pursuing dreamlike emotional sustenance, it is better to love yourself well