"I have never deducted too much points for internal affairs."

Tang Yuanzheng said in a light tone, saying the righteous words, twisting his right hand gently by his side, and then suddenly letting go as if realizing something.

Jian Qingtong glared at him and didn't dare to fight him, intuition that men at this moment were not easy to mess with.

The matter of the quilt was caught off guard, and she hesitated whether to take the opportunity to confess the secret of the space to him. She was afraid that one day the paper could not cover the fire, and she would pay for the lie she told today.

There are also cufflinks to report.

It is true that there is no monitoring at the moment, there are a lot of loopholes to exploit, but that has to be trusted by others.

Jian Qingtong was faced with a difficult choice, and was thinking about whether to throw a coin to help make the decision, when Tang Yuanzheng asked in a low voice,

"Don't change the subject, the quilt is dirty and I'll wash it back, tell me honestly, right? The speculation is gone? This kind of high-end fabric is not easy for ordinary people to get."

Jian Qingtong heard his fierce and cowardly tone, inexplicably wanted to laugh, and automatically translated it into, if you are acquainted, you'd better explain it honestly, otherwise I will kneel for you down!

How can you ask someone to take the initiative to help them wash their quilts and work? Jian Qingtong was almost amused by his own brain supplement.

"Ordinary people can't get it, can I not be a second-class person? I made it myself."

She tried half-truths.

Tang Yuanzheng didn't believe it at all:

"You changed yourself? Do you think you are the magic pen Ma Liang? If you really change, show me a spaceship? Seriously, don't smile at me."

Jian Qingtong told him A grimace, the great opportunity was given up on his own initiative.

Perhaps it was the darkness that gave her courage, and perhaps it was Tang Yuanzheng's restraint that gave her the reliance, the arrogant and arrogant Jian Qingtong, and even wanted to lick the big golden retriever who was about to explode in front of her.

No, Tang Yuanzheng is much more fierce than the Golden Retriever, more like a fierce brain axe? puff.

"To be honest, you don't believe it, so you forced me to make up nonsense. Then I said it, I have a friend, and she gave it to me."

Tang Yuanzheng heard the joke in her words, his eyes moved slightly, and he fell on her Yingying. white face.

His night vision ability is also very good, at such a close distance, he can vaguely see the shallow smile on her face.

She seems very different tonight.

"Forget it if you don't want to, don't make up nonsense, it's not true."

He paused, only to hear her long and slow voice, her voice was hoarse, naive, and tender when she just woke up. .

He frowned, suddenly unable to train.

This woman! How old is she, she is still learning from Guoguo, and she always likes to act like a spoiled child.

Tang Yuanzheng cleared his throat, his voice a little unnatural:

"Don't worry about Fang Minghua's affairs, I'll take care of it. I have to leave soon, and I won't drink your cousin's wedding wine."

He paused again, and heard her lean on He yawned on the head of the bed and made another soft yawn, as if he was about to fall asleep.

Tang Yuanzheng had some inexplicable emotions in his heart, and his voice was lowered to remind:

"Tomorrow is May Fourth."

Jian Qingtong snorted, wiped away the physiological tears overflowing from the corners of his eyes, pulled up the quilt and rubbed it, half asleep Waiting for his next post.

She knew that the May 4th Youth Day was also the day when Jian Qingliu held a wedding party. What else was special?

I remember, □□!

Jian Qingtong sat up abruptly, and then called out to Tang Yuanzheng in panic, suddenly remembering that it was next year, and now Da Zhou is still alive.

Tang Yuanzheng hummed, took a step closer to her, and sat on the edge of the bed with anticipation in his eyes.

Jian Qingtong was suddenly approached by him, and her sober mind instantly remembered what she had ignored again.

May 4th is Tang Yuanzheng's birthday!

Zheng Jing mentioned it before, and she paid attention to it. Little Tang Jun secretly wrote the date on the birthday card that he prepared for his father.

Jian Qingtong blinked quickly and looked uncertainly at Tang Yuanzheng, who was close at hand. Wouldn't he want a birthday present?

"Well, is your birthday on the lunar calendar or the solar calendar?"

She asked Ai Ai regularly, watching his reaction with bated breath.

The corners of Tang Yuanzheng's mouth were slightly raised, and his tone was normal:

"It's all right."

Jian Qingtong tried hard to see his expression, but found that he didn't even catch a glimpse of his white teeth. Does this guy keep his mouth shut? Or is it backlit where he sits?

Jian Qingtong blinked, not wanting to embarrass herself. There is no vision correction surgery now, she has to take good care of her eyesight.

It doesn't matter if he's going to say this or not, that's all he has to say, so she can give him the gift reluctantly.

Jian Qingtong suddenly had some bad taste, and whispered mysteriously:

"You close your eyes first."

Tang Yuanzheng didn't move, and looked at her without blinking.

Jian Qingtong had an intuition that he didn't do as he did, so he simply covered

it with his hands: "You close your eyes first."

A small hand suddenly covered his face, and he fumbled to move it up.

Tang Yuanzheng's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and his ears were a little hot, but he didn't move, and even wanted to lean forward to make it easier for her to touch.

Jian Qingtong sat up on his knees, put one hand on his shoulder, and his right hand crossed the bridge of his tall nose and covered his eyes, his palm was itchy from his fluttering eyelashes.

Hum, I knew this guy would not obey.

She approached his ear and said in a cryptic way:

"Hold out your hand, I'm going to start doing magic. It's even more magical than the magic pen Ma Liang."

Tang Yuanzheng sat still, and his left hand, which was closer to her, was quietly placed by his side.

This time Jian Qingtong didn't say to him softly, "stretch out your hand", but directly groped to pull his hand.

Darkness weakens vision, and other senses appear more sensitive.

Tang Yuanzheng could clearly smell the good aroma on her body, it was a very natural and refreshing smell, like the wind at night, like the stars in the sky, like herself.

The breath made him relax, but the touch from his shoulders and arms made him subconsciously tighten his body.

The messy little hand pressed firmly near the shoulder, moved down quickly, found his hand along the arm, and pulled it in her soft palm.

Tang Yuanzheng's entire arm went numb for a moment, and then all the touches gathered on the left hand that she was gently holding, and it seemed like it was on fire.

"Don't open your eyes to peek."

She warned in a low voice, fierce, like a feeding cat.

Tang Yuanzheng's Adam's apple rolled, and with a light hum, she heard a very light laugh in the dark.

Jian Qingtong pretended to look around, took out two pairs of socks and two underpants from the space and put them in his hands. He quickly retracted his hands, and said angrily,

"I made it myself, so I can make do with it. Don't dislike

it ." She couldn't get the gift, and added:

"I also knitted a sweater for you. I'm a little late, and I still have one sleeve left to knit. I'll give it to you when I go back."

She really didn't want to mend his socks and trousers, exactly Said, she can't stand wearing underwear with patches, is it not too embarrassing?

It wouldn't be a lie to say that it was hand-sewn. The clothes in her space were all women's, and there was no size that fit him.

This is still the finished product she dismantled a few pieces of stock and spliced ​​together for him. Even if there are wires, they are deliberately disposed of outside, which is better than the shabby clothes he patched.

If he dares to dislike it, there will be no next time!

Tang Yuanzheng looked at her cat's eyes that also shimmered in the dark, clenched the soft cloth in his hand, and thanked her in a flat tone.

Jian Qingtong wrinkled her nose.

Although the response was not as enthusiastic as expected, it was still far from satisfactory.

She couldn't imagine how the cold and domineering Tang Yuanzheng was grateful and warmly thanked.

"I'll be back soon."

Holding the birthday present, he added, already starting to imagine what the sweater would look like.

"There's still a week at most."

He made an exception to give an exact date, rubbed the gift in his hand soaked in her heart, and put it in his jacket pocket solemnly, and I'll take a look at it when I have time.

Jian Qingtong snorted again, keenly smelling the very faint bloody smell on his body, not knowing whether it was his injury or someone else's blood.

But looking at his lively appearance, he should be fine, right?

Jian Qingtong pursed her lips, found a box of treasured trauma medicine from the space, and took out a box of anti-inflammatory medicine in pain, and asked Ugly Stone to help grind it into powder, and wrapped it in white paper.

This is the most sought-after commodity in the last days, more expensive than golden food, and she kept it to save her own life.

Jian Qingtong groped and stuffed two small packets of medicines into him, explaining which one was for trauma and which one was for anti-inflammatory.

Afraid that he would waste her life-saving medicine, she grabbed his shoulder again, leaned in and stared at his eyes, and solemnly reminded:

"This medicine is very rare, it is reserved for your life-saving use, you must not waste it, Do you know how to use a little less?

But you must not be reluctant, use it when you need it, and you will lose your life if you don’t have anything, so that you will not have to worry about burning wood.”

Tang Yuanzheng was so close to her , it is inevitable that some unwillingness will be born, as long as he stretches out his hand and pushes gently behind her waist, she will stick to him.

But no matter how ambiguous and charming the atmosphere was, it was also rushed by her solemn account.

He took the paper bag and squeezed it in his hand, and asked her

thoughtfully, "Where did this medicine come from?"

The medicine that can save lives? Don't be deceived by others, can't it be the fake medicine incense ash or something that she got from the fake goddess of Ye Langzhong?

Jian Qingtong heard the distrust in his words, and when she was annoyed, she went to grab the paper bag:

"If you don't want to, give it back to me, I can't bear to give it to you."

Tang Yuanzheng raised his arm back, easily dodging her Hand, where did he say no.

Jian Qingtong sat up on her knees, her center of gravity was unsteady, and she hit the man's chin with a slap, and her tears burst out.

Is this man made of stone? The bones are so hard!

Tang Yuanzheng quickly embraced her, his body was stiff and his ears were hot.

Here she is again.

There seemed to be a drum beating in Tang Yuanzheng's eardrum, the sound of his own heartbeat.

He adjusted his posture quickly, but he didn't take his hand away from behind her.

Still so thin, his waist was only about the width of his palm, and his clothes were empty.

She didn't eat well when he wasn't at home? Did you not sleep well at night?

Tang Yuanzheng, who was annoyed and sour in his heart, suddenly became poetic, and remembered the poem "I will never regret when my belt is widening, and I will make people haggard for Yixiao".

"No, I want it."

He lowered his voice, unconsciously coaxing her with more patience than coaxing the little girl.

Count you acquainted.

Jian Qingtong snorted softly, and then she was smoothed out, and she was about to withdraw from him.

Tang Yuanzheng didn't hold back his hands, his palms seemed to be loose, but they were firmly supported behind her, leaving no way out.

"I'll have a wedding party when I get back,"

he whispered, as though he had promised.

Jian Qingtong blinked, that means there is still a week to prepare? enough.

"Oh, let's do it."

Jian Qingtong swallowed subconsciously, ready to eat.

Tang Yuanzheng thought that she was no longer comfortable, but he was no longer nervous, and touched the back of her head with his left hand.

"The gauze is removed? The wound is scabbed? Don't scratch if it's itchy. It's easy to leave scars." After the

scars are left, the hair won't grow, and she will be sulking again.

Jian Qingtong rolled her eyes and took the opportunity to apply a patch:

"No, I'm using the medicine I gave you. It's very effective, and the wound heals quickly. You must not lose it, it can really save your life at a critical time."

It's so dangerous for him to go out on a mission, so be prepared.

Tang Yuanzheng dipped his fingers into her hair and probed it lightly, and when he touched the bald scalp without hair, his eyes widened in amazement.

really good? There doesn't seem to be a lot of scars left. Is this medicine really so miraculous?

Seeing is believing, Tang Yuanzheng had to pay attention.

I wanted to inquire about the medicine, when I suddenly heard the flushing of the toilet next door, Tang Yuanzheng hurriedly withdrew his hand and rushed to her:

"I have to go, hand over the dirty clothes to Chen Dong."

Then he picked up his backpack , silently pushed open the window and jumped down.

With the cold wind blowing, Jian Qingtong stepped forward and grabbed the fluttering curtain, closed the window, and looked out through the gap in the curtain.

Rao is because her eyesight is extraordinary, and she can only see the dim and dim night outside.

Drizzle rustling, moisturizing things silently.

Jian Qingtong didn't understand who Tang Yuanzheng was so cautious to avoid, but she wouldn't let her curiosity hold him back.

Putting down the curtains, Jian Qingtong returned to the bed in the dark, and sat for a while before checking the time.

Ok? It's already three in the morning on the fourth?

Where did number three go? She lost a day?

Jian Qingtong suspected that the timing of the laptop was wrong, it must be affected by the ugly stone, and the radiation was too strong.

Get up if you can't sleep.

Jian Qingtong went to the bathroom. There were almost no traces of use in it, and it was neat and tidy. Only the dirty clothes that Tang Yuanzheng had changed were neatly stacked beside him.

Jian Qingtong put away her clothes and took a shower.

The family has to repair another bathroom, and a large bathtub must be arranged. Now that she has the conditions to take a bath, she doesn't want to feel wronged, the big iron basin at home is not as good as a bathtub.

After taking a bath, she came out relaxed, and Jian Qingtong used a hairdryer to dry her hair after a long absence.

Seeing that it was still early, Jian Qingtong simply took out the laptop, turned on the night mode, and continued to code.

Ugly Stone finished reading the stock in the laptop, and became addicted to playing with her mobile phone. The single-player game she downloaded for recreation has been played by it to more than 3,000 levels, which is truly an enviable talent.

The sound of rain outside the window and the sound of typing in the house were woven into a quiet nocturne.

When Chen Dong came knocking on the door, Jian Qingtong had already revised the manuscript seven times.

A newcomer joins the job and enjoys privileges, so she has to come up with some achievements to block the voices of Youyou.

The subject matter is also ready-made, donating money to poor mountainous areas is a positive energy that will never go wrong.

In fact, she really wanted to write about domestic violence. But now the social atmosphere is still conservative, and the way of handling family relations is also simple and rude. It is not uncommon to beat wives and children. In the countryside, it is even common and ignored.

She now raises issues such as domestic violence, divorce, cold violence on campus, etc. I am afraid that it will not resonate with too many people and will not attract attention and discussion in the society.

If it is worse, it may also attract one-sided ridicule, saying that she is full, and even write a report letter to her unit.

Jian Qingtong felt that the timing was not right, so he had to figure it out slowly. Her creative life is still long, so don't be in a hurry.

Chen Dong came to call her for breakfast.

The two went to the state-run restaurant next to the guest house, and one of them ordered a bowl of noodles in clear soup, and Chen Dong also added two big meat buns.

Jian Qingtong took a sip of the noodle soup, and the light fragrance of onion fell into his stomach warmly, driving away the cold of the rainy night.

"Sister-in-law, you eat a steamed bun, it tastes good and has a lot of meat."

Chen Dong graciously gave in.

Jian Qingtong shook his head and let him eat by himself. She really couldn't eat too much, and she even distributed half a bowl of noodles to Chen Dong in advance.

She picked up the beautiful poached egg in the bowl and took a bite. The fragrance of the egg came out, and the tender and smooth taste was surprising. It was a standard soft-hearted egg! "Sister-in-law, let's go back after dinner. The formalities

for this side of the city were completed yesterday, and I said hello to the other side of the commune, so I can do it when I go back."

It must be incense, not to delay his speech.

Jian Qingtong took another sip of soup and asked in a low voice,

"Is everything done here?"

She emphasized the word "du", and Chen Dong understood what she meant, smiled and nodded:

"Everything is done. It's over, we've finished running the errands, and the rest are others to worry about, so let's continue to work on us.

Should my sister-in-law go to the department store first? My brother said that I want to buy things for my sister-in-law and your family, go back to him Reimbursement."

Jian Qingtong calculated that he had plenty of time, and nodded in a good mood:

"Okay." After the