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"On March 25, the weather was very good, and when I first came to work at the newspaper, I was very excited,...... I was surprised to see a person, tall, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes,...... only to know that he was the young marshal of the Shanghai Army......"

Qi Yu closed the snakeskin book and opened it again, and he didn't know how many times, looking back and forth at those several diaries. This is Jian Fengyi's diary, a very thick one, with a black cover of frosted leather. Qi Yu saw it on Jian Fengyi's desk, so he flipped through it, although he knew that he was a little lacking in morality, but he placed this book so cleverly in this position...... Qi Yu smiled, wouldn't it be a waste of other people's scheming if he didn't look at it. And the flip has already been opened, so there is not so much attention.

The font on it is very beautiful, densely recording the bits and pieces between her and Qi Yu in the past two years, from the first time they met and fell in love, then to miscarriage, and now they are staying in the rose garden. The writing is graceful, the phrasing is clear, and the descriptions are meticulous, and many places are really moving. Qi Yu suddenly thought of Su Junge's novel, which was not as delicate as hers, but it was more than majestic, and that extraordinary brushstroke really didn't seem to come from a woman's hand.

Oh no, why did you digress......

Every stroke in the diary seems to carry indescribable grievances and misery. said that her father heard about her relationship with her in Guangzhou and strongly opposed it, and wrote to her many times asking her to go to Guangzhou and leave herself, but she was still dedicated to love or stayed by Qi Yu's side, and followed him without hesitation; "He is his own day, his own qiē ......"; and moving to the young marshal's back garden, watching Qi Yu clean up the small garden for himself, decorate the flower hall, and be by his side every day, that kind of happiness, even if he suffers from the white eyes of many people, it doesn't matter, even if he has been wronged under Su Junge's nose, he is willing to ......

The words are distressing to read, but at this moment, all the words are in the eyes, Qi Yu only feels a little depressed in his heart, and those past friendships now seem to be just jokes.

"What are you looking at?" Behind him was Jian Fengyi's usual soft voice.

"What's there. Qi Yu's face could not see the slightest strange expression at this moment, and such unpredictability made Jian Fengyi a little disappointed.

"Let's go eat. Qi Yu put his hand on Jian Fengyi's shoulder and hugged her towards the restaurant. And she really unconsciously looked back at the diary on the table. He should have seen it, but how could it be so far from his expectations?

The meals on the table are still the ones that Jian Fengyi likes to eat, if in the past, the two of them would have eaten very deliciously, but today they have their own hearts and minds are no longer the same as before. "In the last few days, I have been running outside less, the holiday is approaching, and it is very chaotic outside. "It's completely devoid of warmth, it's like giving orders. Could it be that Su Junge told him everything that happened that day along Pudong Road? But there was no evidence.

"Got it. Jian Fengyi was still very well-behaved and lovely, and then put the dishes in Qi Yu's bowl, "You pay more attention to your body, the weather is cold, wear more, and stay up late." Come back in the evening and drink chicken soup, I'll make it for you later. ”

"In the afternoon, the housekeeper will find someone to come, otherwise he will transfer Aunt Cai over, after all, she is an old man, and she is better than a girl. Qi Yu didn't even raise his head, ate a mouthful of food, and said quietly.

Jian Fengyi nodded, and was silent.

"What's the matter, so little talk today?" Qi Yu also put vegetables into her bowl, and then smiled like a spring breeze.

Maybe it's just that I'm thinking too much and nothing happens. Now that the war is tight, and the deployment of troops and defenses is frequently transferred, he is so busy that he has no time to think about these stormy things. But then again, there was one thing that made Jian Fengyi nervous, since she lived in the Young Marshal's Mansion, they didn't seem to have been warm again, how long had he not touched her?