After hanging up the phone with Zhang Yu, Fang Qingming lay down to rest satisfied.

When I woke up, the sky outside the window was overcast, as if it was going to rain, and the air had become moist and annoying.

Remembering that there were still clothes hanging on the balcony, Fang Qingming planned to get up and take them back.

Probably because he was too tired a few days ago, and he didn't sleep very comfortably just now, when Fang Qingming got up, he felt that his head was as heavy as the sky outside the window.

Shaking his head, Fang Qingming casually took a short-sleeved sleeve from the wardrobe and walked to the balcony.

Before I reached the balcony, I heard the sound of raindrops hitting the glass window, crackling and gradually becoming denser.

Originally, Fang Qingming was not in a hurry, it was a big deal to get wet, wouldn't it be good to take it into the house and dry it.

However, a white shirt dress fluttered in the wind and rain.

Fang Qingming stared at the skirt for a long time, realized that it was Song Xiangran's skirt, and hurriedly strode forward, for fear that the skirt would get a little wetter again.

"Luckily, I didn't get too wet. Fang Qingming touched the dress, but the collar part was sprinkled by the rain outside.

The ghost made a miracle, Fang Qingming actually picked up this dress, put it in front of his nose, and sniffed it.

Because it is at Fang Qingming's house, the soap used is also the same brand.

But this dress, in addition to the smell of soap at home, has another faint fragrance.

And this aroma is somewhat familiar.

After realizing what it was, Fang Qingming immediately folded the dress with a red face, put it aside, and went to collect other clothes.

I was stunned for a while, and the rain outside was getting heavier, so that most of the other clothes that were still on the balcony were soaked by the rain that drifted in.

While collecting these clothes, Fang Qingming couldn't help but laugh at himself secretly, did he already care so much about Song Xiangran?

Taking the clothes to Song Xiangran's room, Fang Qingming stood at the door and roughly swept around Song Xiangran's room.

Although this was Fang Qingming's own home, he had never carefully observed Song Xiangran's room.

Everything was well tied, the books on the desks were neatly arranged, and there was hardly any clutter or dirt on the floor.

Except for the pink paint that Chen Meiyun painted on Song Xiangran, most of Song Xiangran's things are sky blue.

Bedding, tablecloths, small boxes for organizing things, curtains too.

"Turns out you like blue. Fang Qingming walked to the window, gently opened the curtains, and found that the pot of flowers brought by Song Xiangran was placed on the windowsill.

The flower is facing the direction of the rising sun, and although it is raining heavily outside the window, it is still blooming brilliantly.

Fang Qingming stretched out his hand and gently stroked the petals, and the flower shook.

Looking at this flower, the corners of Fang Qingming's lips couldn't help but rise.

Without paying attention, Fang Qingming stood by the windowsill of Song Xiangran's room for a night.

The rain stopped unconsciously, and although the sunset did not appear, Fang Qingming saw the moon.

In the past, when she went home late, Fang Qingming could always see Song Xiangran downstairs, she stood in front of the window, looking out of the window in a daze.

Seeing that Fang Qingming was back, Song Xiangran would greet Fang Qingming with a bright smile.

The tiredness of the day, after seeing Song Xiangran's smiling face, seemed to have come to naught.

At that time, Fang Qingming simply thought that he still had the same feelings for Song Xiangran as when he was a child.

But now, Fang Qingming understands that he doesn't know when it started, and his feelings for Song Xiangran have changed.

is no longer the kind of affection that Fang Qingming thinks his brother treats his sister, but the kind of affection that a man likes a woman.

The moon had been hanging high in the air for a long time, Fang Qingming felt that his eyes were sour, rubbed it, and then looked into the distance, and found that the other residents had already turned off the lights.

"Before I knew it, it was so late. Fang Qingming muttered to himself, and then left Song Xiangran's room.

Returning to his bed again, Fang Qingming found that as soon as he closed his eyes, Song Xiangran's appearance would resurface.

But this time, Fang Qingming was not as irritable as before, because he already knew why he always thought of Song Xiangran, so he was at ease, thinking about Song Xiangran while gradually falling asleep.

I remember that Chen Meiyun said that chasing girls must have a sense of ceremony, so Fang Qingming attaches great importance to confessing to Song Xiangran.

Estimating the time when Song Xiangran came back on the weekend, Fang Qingming realized that there was not much time left for him.

But how to confess, Fang Qingming still has no clue.

For the first time, when he returned to the army for training, Fang Qingming was distracted.

The other soldiers thought it was very strange, why was Regiment Commander Fang a little absent-minded today?

The dog-legged Wei Dabing, as soon as it was time to rest, immediately ran to Fang Qingming to care about him.

"Regiment Commander, when the comrades look at you today, do they think you are a little absent-minded? Wei Dabing asked with a smile.

Fang Qingming was stunned, looked up at the soldiers around him, almost all of them were looking at him.

There are brave soldiers who have a good relationship with Fang Qingming on weekdays, and joked: "Commander Fang, do you have something on your mind?

Everyone only thinks that this comrade is ridiculing Fang Qingming, anyway, when they don't train, they are all brothers, and the life in the army is monotonous and boring, and they often make such jokes.

To everyone's shock, Fang Qingming actually nodded and admitted!

For a moment, no one dared to squeak.

I saw Fang Qingming bring Song Xiangran to the army for dinner before, and everyone teased Fang Qingming, although he never admitted it, he was not as black-faced as before.

Unexpectedly, that young and beautiful little girl turned out to be really Fang Qingming's sweetheart!

After everyone reacted, the entire training ground instantly became chattering.

"This, Head Fang, is what you said true?" Wei Dabing looked at Fang Qingming in disbelief and said, as Fang Qingming's No. 1 dog leg in the world, he didn't even know that Fang Qingming had a favorite girl!

Fang Qingming was a little ear hurt by the sound of a bunch of men chattering and gossiping on the training ground, but it was rare for him not to be irritable today, he just frowned and nodded: "Well, it's her." "

Wei Dabing felt that he was under a lot of pressure now, because since he became Fang Qingming's direct subordinate, he had received a lot of benefits from Fang Qingming's favorite girl, and now Qingming has a favorite person, isn't he unable to receive so many benefits?

I really didn't know who to ask, thinking that Wei Dabing was already married, Fang Qingming planned to ask Wei Dabing.

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