After the man entered the house, he went straight to Xiaobei's bedside, the sweat had already wet her hair, and the locks were sticking to her cheeks, I don't know what dreams she had, her body writhed uneasily, her lips were a little chapped, as if she wanted to say something. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The figure lowered his head, wanting to hear what Xiaobei said, but there was only Xiaobei's helpless murmuring in the room, and the words that were carefully distinguished seemed to be calling a person's name.

There was a teapot by the window, the man poured some water from the thermos, and was about to help her up, but Xiaobei turned over and almost knocked out the teapot in his hand.

"Alas!" sighed lightly, saw Xiaobei's small schoolbag next to the pillow, rummaged in it, and found a small soup spoon covered with paper, after the man saw it, the corners of his lips curled up an arc, with a smile on his eyebrows, scalded the spoon with boiling water, and after blowing cold water, he fed it into Xiaobei's mouth.

Xiaobei, who drank the water, gradually quieted down, the man picked up the wet towel that fell on the ground, washed it in the basin in the corner, wrung it out and put it on Xiaobei's forehead, and sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her quietly for a while.

Probably worried about being bumped into by Xiang Ping, the man took out a handkerchief from his coat pocket, which was bulging with something, put it in Xiaobei's schoolbag, and left quietly.

At noon, Zhou Quan came back exhausted and almost collided with a guest in the hallway.

Because he couldn't dodge, a package in the man's hand fell to the ground, making a dull sound, and Zhou Quan hurriedly picked it up for him, "I'm sorry, what did you see if you fell?" I am willing to compensate. ”

The man snatched the package and walked out briskly, bowing his head.

Zhou Quanleng paused, shook his head and returned to his room, washed his face, and came over to knock on the door of Xiaobei and the others.

"How's it going? Is Xiaobei a little better? ”

Xiaobei was sitting on the bed eating, and when he saw Zhou Quan, he hurriedly beckoned, "Brother Zhou, Sister Xiang Ping has also cooked your meal, come and eat." ”

As soon as I saw this situation, I knew that the little girl had recovered her health, and Zhou Quan was also a lot more relaxed.

"Tomorrow, the person in charge of the competition will come to pick you up and go to the nearby garrison unit, and if you are in good health, go back to Uncle Wang's house and talk to them."

"Tomorrow?" Xiaobei looked at Zhou Quan in surprise, "Hasn't the competition been affected?" ”

Zhou Quan smiled and shook his head, "But there is a new plan above, it was originally planned to select 40 people to form an elite team, but now the best of the best, as long as 8 more people are selected, I will lead the team to the Southwest Military Region for a three-month training." ”

"What?" Xiaobei's mouth opened widely, "Why do you choose eight more people?" ”

Zhou Quan smiled mysteriously, "Because there are already two people who are predetermined." ”

Xiaobei was stunned, "Tsk, bureaucracy kills people, I can't imagine that there are still things going through the back door in the era of simple folk customs." ”

"What are you talking about?" Lin Xiangping blamed Xiaobei with disgust, and asked puzzledly, "Zhouquan, this is really unfair, why don't you take out all ten places for everyone to compete?" Which of the best is this? ”

Zhou Quan still smiled lightly, "One of them is this little girl, named Su Xiaobei, who is personally taken care of by Commander Luo, is this back door open?" ”

Xiaobei squirted out a mouthful of rice, coughing for a long time before relieving his breath, "What? I don't have to compete again? ”

Damn, she doesn't need to be taken care of, okay? Yesterday I watched Yulin compete with them, she was not only itchy, but also itchy hands and feet, I thought that the competition would compete with many peers, use the strengths of others, make up for their own shortcomings, but I didn't expect such a pitiful desire to be deprived again.

Lin Xiangping breathed a long sigh of relief, patted his chest and said, "Great, this is the wisest decision made above." ”

"Sister!" Xiao Bei rolled his eyes angrily, "Don't tell me it's Uncle Lin's ghost, I don't want to be taken care of, okay?" ”

Zhou Quan couldn't help laughing, "No one takes care of you, it's you who are too tough, and no general who cherishes your talent will let you go easily, so you can wait to go to the Southwest Military Region with me." ”

Lin Xiangping's expression was lonely, and he looked at them enviously, "I didn't expect to be separated from you again, Xiaobei, I'm waiting for your triumphant return!" ”

In the afternoon, Xiaobei went to Wang Manshi's house to say goodbye, and the old couple was reluctant to let Xiaobei go, "In the morning, Meili said that when you come back to make dumplings to eat, can you stay for another night?" ”

Xiaobei looked back at Zhou Quan and the two, "Okay, I'll stay for another night, it just so happens that I have something to say to Sister Meimei." ”

Zhou Quan and Xiang Ping had nothing else to do, so they were left by Wang Manshi to eat dumplings together.

"Xiaobei, you're right, the south wall can build a small park around the big willow tree, so that the big guy has an extra place to relax, and it's not bad to fish by the river in summer."

Wang Manshi listened to Xiaobei's suggestion and immediately became alive in his heart, their thinking was outdated and they didn't know how to be flexible. In ancient times, there was an allusion to the three-foot alley, why couldn't they give up an extra piece of space? The empty house was not inhabitable, and if the wall was torn down and moved inside, there would be a small park, killing two birds with one stone.

After Wang Meili came back from school, she learned that Xiaobei was leaving tomorrow, and she was also reluctant. Because of Zhou Quan's presence at the dinner table, the little girl's cowardly atmosphere didn't dare to breathe, and Xiao Beizhi squeezed her eyes at Zhou Quan.

Seeing Zhou Quan and Lin Xiangping away, the two girls hid in the room and whispered.

"Sister Beauty, if you have something to say, just ask, there is no such shop in this village, why do you regret yourself?"

Wang Meichun's heart rippled, and she felt that she was embarrassed to be like this, and her face was flushed with shame and wanted to hit Xiaobei, "I don't have a heart, don't talk nonsense." ”

"Sister, it's normal for people who love beauty, who doesn't like to be beautiful? You didn't do anything wrong. ”

"Don't tease me, I know how to measure. You're right, everyone likes to be beautiful, but I'm not qualified to pursue that right now. Now I have to focus on my studies, and only when I am admitted to university can I have the ability to stand side by side with the people I like. ”

Xiaobei was shocked by her high consciousness, if Lin Yueling also had such a vision, why can't she get rid of the stalker Su Hongjie now?

"Sister Meili, I don't joke with you, what you said is very good, and it has a lot of inspiration for me."

Xiaobei thought for a while and asked, "What kind of plans do you have for the future?" Which university do you want to go to? ”

Wang Meili shook her head blankly, "I won't listen to their arrangement, I want to stay away from home, but it's too far away for grandpa and grandma." ”

"I heard that your hometown is not in the provincial capital? You can consider going to a university in Beijing, where there are many institutions of higher learning, and all of them are among the best. ”

"Xiaobei, do you have any suggestions for me? I don't even know what I'm going to do in the future. ”

Su Xiaobei smiled mysteriously, "Beautiful sister, you can go to Beijing Broadcasting Institute, do you know that your voice is as beautiful as your name?" It's a shame not to be an announcer. ”

Xiaobei's words sent an excellent news announcer to CCTV, sometimes the opportunity to change fate is fleeting, can you grasp the opportunity to really look at the individual.