"What's the matter, Brother Qingming?" Song Xiangran felt that Fang Qingming was a little abnormal tonight, she turned around and hugged Fang Qingming.

"Don't leave me. Fang Qingming hugged Song Xiangran tightly.

Song Xiangran was stunned in place.

Since the last time he confessed his past life to Fang Qingming, Fang Qingming has been behaving normally, Song Xiangran sometimes has to wonder if he has ever told Fang Qingming about those things, could it be that the day he confessed to Fang Qingming was actually his own delusion?

It wasn't until today that Fang Qingming suddenly said this sentence to Song Xiangran, which made Song Xiangran have some real feelings.

"I won't. Song Xiangran's mouth opened and closed several times, and it took a while before he spit out these four words.

In fact, Song Xiangran himself didn't have the confidence to say this.

After all, it was God who gave Song Xiangran such an opportunity, maybe one day, God repented and let Song Xiangran return to his nightmare.

This is also a vague worry that Song Xiangran has always had in his heart.

But Song Xiangran never dared to tell Fang Qingming about her worries, otherwise she was afraid of what Fang Qingming thought.

However, what Song Xiangran didn't expect was that Fang Qingming himself had already thought about this issue.

"Brother Qingming, why did you suddenly say that?" Song Xiangran stretched out his hand and gently patted Fang Qingming's back, as if coaxing a child to sleep.

Although Fang Qingming is more than 1.8 meters tall, he doesn't seem to have anything to do with children or anything.

Fang Qingming thought for a while, raised his head, let go of Song Xiangran, and said with a smile: "I went to the class reunion today, there are some people at my age who got married early and have already given birth to children, but they are still divorced. ”

"So that's the case......" Song Xiangran was smiling, but he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

OK...... Fortunately, Fang Qingming didn't think about it in that direction.

"Well, don't think too much, I just want to take the opportunity to hug you. Fang Qingming suddenly leaned on the door, the corners of his mouth hooked, and he looked at Song Xiangran with a smile and said.

Seeing Fang Qingming's faceless appearance, Song Xiangran suddenly couldn't say anything, so he had to stretch out his little fist and hammer Fang Qingming's chest.

"I can't see you, Fang Qingming, I didn't expect you to be a hooligan. Song Xiangran said funny.

"Is this a hooligan? There are more hooligans that you haven't experienced yet. Fang Qingming raised his eyebrows, then suddenly stretched out a hand, pinched Song Xiangran's chin, leaned over and kissed Song Xiangran.

has been together for a long time, and being kissed by Fang Qingming so suddenly, Song Xiangran still couldn't help but be shy, and immediately blushed.

Song Xiangran pushed Fang Qingming away, and said shyly and angrily: "Okay, you Fang Qingming, take the opportunity to eat my tofu, stinky rascal." ”

Seeing Song Xiangran's puffing appearance, Fang Qingming suddenly felt that he was in a good mood today.

So, Fang Qingming smiled and said, "It's only for you." ”

There is no element of flirtation in this sentence, but Song Xiangran is always the most unbearable in the love words of true feelings.

"Don't talk to you, my house is decorated, I have to go over tomorrow to see, now I'm going to sleep." Song Xiangran said with a smile.

"Move to a new house tomorrow?" Fang Qingming was stunned for a while and said, because Song Xiangran originally told him that he could stay with him this weekend, but now he suddenly said that he was going to move tomorrow, Fang Qingming was a little unhappy in his heart.

Song Xiangran nodded with a smile and said, "My mother suddenly told me at night, and I only found out tonight, so I have time to tell you now." ”

After all, her mother-in-law had already spoken, and Fang Qingming was embarrassed to say anything, and after hugging Song Xiangran for a while, she finally let her go.

Lying on his bed, looking at the familiar ceiling, Fang Qingming thought about his past.

Over the years, in fact, Fang Qingming's dream has long changed from painting to defending the country, and he is probably the kind of person who does one line of work and loves one line.

Remembering that he met Feng Sa in the hotel today, his skin seems to have become darker and rougher than before, only the scar on his left eye looks so new.

It was so new that it could immediately make Fang Qingming recall that battle.

Before feeling the real war, Fang Qingming was the best in the school in terms of martial arts, but when Fang Qingming really faced life and death on the battlefield, what he had learned in school before seemed to be worth mentioning.

In the past, when he received various urgent tasks with a certain degree of danger, Fang Qingming never had too many worries in his heart.

It's not because Fang Qingming doesn't love his family, it's just that he feels that his life, from the moment he was conscripted into the army, already belongs to this country.

What's more, the Fang family still has Fang Qingran's bloodline, Fang Qingming doesn't have to worry.

However, after meeting Song Xiangran, Fang Qingming's views on life and death became completely different.

Especially after knowing that Song Xiangran also experienced a death, and even had the memory of two lifetimes, Fang Qingming's feelings for Song Xiangran became more difficult to part.

This kind of feeling made Fang Qingming a little timid for a while.

After seeing Feng Sa, that kind of timidity towards the battlefield seemed to have returned to Fang Qingming's heart.

Thinking about it, Fang Qingming fell asleep.

The next day, Song Xiangran got up early in the morning, and after saying goodbye to Chen Meiyun and them, Song Xiangran took the bus alone and spent ten minutes to get to his new home.

By the time Song Xiangran arrived at his new home, Gao Huijuan and Song Jianguo had already begun to get busy.

The new house has long been renovated and now it's just a matter of moving in some of the necessary things.

In Xiaolin Village's home, most of them are old things, so in fact, Song Jianguo doesn't need to bring many things.

After helping to tidy up the new house, Song Xiangran's family was so tired that they were out of breath, and they all lay on the big blanket in the living room of the new home.

"Mom, this blanket is so comfortable. Song Xiangran rolled twice on the blanket.

"This is a gift from your uncle, a Persian blanket. Gao Huijuan said to Song Xiangran with a smile.

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