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After Liu Qing finished singing for the third time, Mu Wanqing slowly ate a bowl of wontons. Although Liu Qing's voice is not good when she sings, it is integrated into her true feelings and is very infectious. Even Mu Wanqing seems to have integrated into the heroism and fun of that kind of military camp. Or Liu Qingna sang to the back, and his voice became more and more hoarse. His eyes began to get bloodshot as well. Hearing this, Mu Wanqing was also sad, and the thick melancholy swept over her heart, and she couldn't disperse for a long time.

"Oh, wipe your mouth." Liu Qing took a few tissues from the bedside table and handed them to her. At the same time, it also woke her up from a faint melancholy. With a red face, he hurriedly took the tissue and wiped it again.

"Lie like this for a while." Liu Qing said in a slightly hoarse voice, and helped her tuck the pillow again: "It's not good to lie down directly when you're full." This time, Mu Wanqing did not resist as much as before. Instead, he nodded obediently.

Liu Qing took off his coat and threw it on the bed, rolled up his sleeves and took two apples to wash inside. Sitting lazily in a chair again and peeling apples. An ordinary fruit knife, as if it had life in his hand, rotated dexterously in the palm of his hand a few times. Then it dances like a butterfly. Under the sun's light, there is an eerie silver glow. Mu Wanqing, who was leaning on the bed, was dumbfounded, and even sat up, but she didn't expect Liu Qing to have this hand. Even in the acrobatic troupe, no one has ever seen such a way of peeling apples.

Ten seconds later, the fruit knife was folded up with a snap. Liu Qing handed the apple to Mu Wanqing and chuckled, "Eat an apple to moisten your throat." ”

Mu Wanqing looked at the apple in amazement, as if it had never been touched. After a long time, I reached out and pinched the fruit and pulled it gently. A series of spiral-shaped, thick, wide, and thin peels are lifted. Wow, Mu Wanqing couldn't help but cheer in amazement: "Liu Qing, you are too powerful." It's a ...... of art."

"The small skills of carving insects are not enough to worry about teeth." Liu Qing laughed proudly, took another apple, and didn't peel the skin, so he gnawed and gnawed. looks like a villain: "If you like it, I'll show you a few more times in the future." ”

"Humph!" Mu Wanqing put the peel on the bedside table and took a bite of the apple fiercely: "I don't want to look at this kind of carving insect skill, God knows how many girls you have coaxed with this trick?" ”

"Uh......" Liu Qing was silent, and continued to nibble on the apple with his head bored.

Seeing this, Mu Wanqing also felt that she was wrong. People kindly peeled apples for themselves to eat, and they also sarcastically mocked him. Seeing his gloomy expression, I thought it had hurt his heart. After hesitating for a moment, he changed the topic and said, "Liu Qing, why is it so good to me today?" ”

Liu Qing looked up at her in amazement, and said with a strange face: "You are my wife?" He put on a look of course. After eating the apple, he broke another banana and bit it.

Mu Wanqing lowered her head and was silent for a long time, but for some reason, her nose was always a little sour. Yes, I'm his wife, he's my husband. Such a simple sentence contains I don't know how much content. There is responsibility, there is tolerance, there is forgiveness. Husband and wife should be in love with each other, this is a shared responsibility of both parties, but they asked this stupid question.

Since she was sensible, she was told by her father that she already had a fiancé. When I was a child, I didn't know anything, and I didn't feel anything. But as she grows older, the three words of this fiancé have always weighed on her heart like a mountain, and they are getting heavier and heavier. And because of her father's stern warnings and constant reminders, Mu Wanqing didn't dare to associate with any boys at all when she was at school, and for those boys who took the initiative to approach, she also refused with a cold attitude, and never excused herself. At first, it was just because of his father's stern and kind eyes, and he couldn't bear to make him sad. Later, it became a habitual surname psychology, or a kind of pathological psychology. As soon as he meets any man, he will reject people thousands of miles away with a cold attitude. Mu Wanqing even remembered how many nicknames she had been given, but each nickname. can't escape the categories of stone girls, frost beauties, lesbians, and Lala. Over time, she became accustomed to seeing people with this face.

When youth is budding, Mu Wanqing is also like other girls, full of romantic fantasies. also often fantasizes about his fiancé, who is a tall, handsome, personable, and gentle boy. One day, like a romantic prince on the call, he will ride a white horse and marry him. At that time, Mu Wanqing even sympathized with other girls. Because they don't have a perfect fiancé like themselves. Even, she felt that getting married without meeting was a kind of romantic marriage.

However, as we get older, time passes. Those childish and shallow fantasies gradually faded from her mind. Looking at the female classmates, one by one, they went in and out of pairs, and talked about romantic love. Let her have an indescribable sense of jealousy. And the image of the fiancé in my mind has gradually changed. Even, in a dream in her twenties. His handsome and mighty fiancé turned into a devil from hell, hideous, terrifying, and murderous. is even more laughing and constantly destroying himself. Since then, Mu Wanqing has become more and more disgusted and resistant to the three words of fiancé.

It wasn't until the time I really met Liu Qing that the boulder in my heart really fell. She didn't know whether her heart was disappointed or joyful that day. His fiancé is not as handsome as the angel he imagined. It's not so scary that it looks like a devil from hell. He was a man, a living man, a man of ordinary appearance. Even, so ordinary that no image in Mu Wanqing's mind could overlap with him. The psychological shadow of her accustomed surname for many years has made her subconsciously resist this fiancé like other men.

And Liu Qing's simple sentence just now woke her up from the nightmare she had for many years. What fantasies, all romances are fake. The way of husband and wife is just a simple mutual affection. The so-called plain is true. Even if you don't love him, you have to take on the responsibility of being a wife.

Mu Wanqing stared at Liu Qing, this man who made himself resist in every way, looked at it after letting go of his prejudices, but it was not so much of an eyesore. The rough eyebrows, the face with the stiff lines like a knife, but I feel that there is an indescribable special taste. After a while, his cheeks flushed as if he had drunk old wine, and he gently lifted the corner of the quilt. Tan lips spit lightly, and said shyly: "Liu Qing, sit up and accompany me for a while." ”

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(I recommend a good urban novel "Children of Officialdom", ISBN, 160001)

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