Because he has been with Fang Qingming for so long, Fang Qingming has also carried out many urgent tasks before, and he has also asked to go abroad a few times, so Song Xiangran didn't think that this was not good news, but felt that Fang Qingming was exaggerating.

But what Fang Qingming said next made Song Xiangran a little surprised.

"I'm leaving tomorrow. Fang Qingming smiled helplessly, then stretched out his hand, held Song Xiangran's face, and looked at her very fondly, as if he couldn't get enough of it.

Song Xiangran originally wanted to say something, you have also performed this kind of task before, it is not a big deal...... But at this moment, Song Xiangran looked at Fang Qingming's expression, and she suddenly couldn't say anything.

Although some time ago, Song Xiangran and Fang Qingming have been very busy, and sometimes, the two of them are even so busy that they only have time to have a meal at night, and they have to go back to their respective homes to find their own mothers.

But at least we can see each other every day.

The two of them were silent for a while, Song Xiangran raised his head and slowly asked, "What about it...... How long will it take for you to carry out this mission?"

Fang Qingming once again hugged Song Xiangran into his arms.

After a long while, Fang Qingming slowly replied: "How long it will take, it's still unclear." ”

"But Xiangran, don't worry, I will definitely rush back before I get married. Fang Qingming said to Song Xiangran with a smile.

Song Xiangran nodded and said, "Okay, I'll wait for you to come back." ”

That night, it was the second time that Song Xiangran and Fang Qingming had hugged and slept since they moved into the new house.

Although Song Xiangran was lying in Fang Qingming's arms, and the moonlight outside the window was also very bright, Song Xiangran didn't know why, but he didn't feel sleepy.

Because Song Xiangran was moving around in his arms, Fang Qingming naturally couldn't sleep.

In fact, Fang Qingming was not full of thoughts, he would get up at six o'clock tomorrow morning, and he would rush to the army to report before half past seven, at this moment, the person in his arms couldn't sleep, so he was also restless.

"Xiangran, can't you sleep?" Fang Qingming sighed and said helplessly to Song Xiangran.

Song Xiangran's body was obviously stunned.

"Am I arguing with you?" Song Xiangran raised his head, and in the moonlight, he could vaguely see Fang Qingming's face.

"You're moving around in my arms, can I fall asleep?" Fang Qingming said with a smile.

"This ...... I'm sorry, but when I think that you are leaving tomorrow, I have very complicated feelings in my heart, and I can't sleep for a while. Song Xiangran said with some embarrassment, but at the same time, she still had some grievances.

Fang Qingming heard the grievances in Song Xiangran's tone, and there was a faint hint of crying.

"I'll be back soon, and we're getting married. In Fang Qingming's heart, how could he be willing to give up Song Xiangran, but he was a soldier, and he still had the burden of the country on his body, so he had to carry out that urgent task.

Under the circumstance of Fang Qingming's coaxing and deception, Song Xiangran finally fell asleep in a burst of tears.

Looking at Song Xiangran's quiet and beautiful sleeping face, Fang Qingming's heart became extremely soft, he hoped that at this moment, he could stay like this, forever, but he couldn't do this.

So, Fang Qingming had no choice but to sigh helplessly, admiring Song Xiangran's sleeping face in the moonlight, and slowly, unconsciously, fell asleep.

As soon as the alarm clock rang the next day, Fang Qingming turned it off.

I slept too late last night, and when Fang Qingming woke up, his eyes were still a little unopen, and his head was also chaotic.

Song Xiangran next to him probably cried last night, and he slept too late, so he didn't wake up at all, and his breathing was still so even.

Fang Qingming rubbed his eyes, turned his head to look at Song Xiangran for a while, and after looking at it for a while, Fang Qingming leaned down and gently imprinted a kiss on Song Xiangran's forehead.

"Good morning, ma'am. Fang Qingming said with a chuckle, then got up lightly, put on his clothes, and looked back at Song Xiangran lovingly for a while before leaving.

When Song Xiangran woke up, there was no one next to her pillow.

And Song Xiangran slept until the sun dried her buttocks, and she couldn't even feel the residual temperature next to the bed.

Although Fang Qingming had carried out such an urgent mission once or twice before, and in the end they all returned safely, but this time, I don't know what was going on, Song Xiangran's heart was vaguely uneasy.

After lying on the bed for a while, Song Xiangran reluctantly got up from the bed and found that there was a small note written by Fang Qingming on the bedside table.

On the note was Fang Qingming's handwriting, and Song Xiangran couldn't help but laugh when he looked at it.

"Madam, you can miss me when you see the words, but don't miss me into illness, come back soon, and wait for me to get married. ”

Although there was no photo of Fang Qingming on this note, as Fang Qingming said, "Seeing words is like faces", Song Xiangran could almost immediately imagine Fang Qingming's expression when he said these words to himself.

Looking at it, Song Xiangran laughed, but after looking at it for a while, Song Xiangran felt that his nose was sour and his eyes were hot.

Hey, people, especially those who are close to marriage, are prone to sentimentality.

Song Xiangran put away the small note, put it in the drawer of the bedside table, and then got up and left and walked to the living room.

As soon as he walked to the living room, Song Xiangran noticed that there was a note on the coffee table, on which Fang Qingming's words of concern were written.

"There are noodles in the pot, and you can eat them straight out. ”

Looking at the familiar handwriting, Song Xiangran smiled, folded the note and stuffed it into his pocket, then walked into the kitchen, opened the lid of the pot, and a bowl of steaming noodles appeared.

In these short two days of married life, Song Xiangran, with the help of Fang Qingming, has also learned a lot about cooking, although the things Song Xiangran makes are sometimes salty and sometimes lighter, but fortunately, they can be swallowed.

Of course, compared with Fang Qingming's noodles, Song Xiangran would rather eat the noodles cooked by Fang Qingming.

Unexpectedly, Fang Qingming got up so early and had time to cook a bowl of noodles for himself, I don't know if he had time to eat it himself.

Song Xiangran was eating the noodles cooked by Fang Qingming while thinking about life.

The familiar taste of noodles made Song Xiangran feel as if Fang Qingming was by his side, but the sadness and reluctance in his heart still existed.

While eating, Song Xiangran actually shed tears, and when she realized that she was in tears, she was surprised.

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