Ying Qi looked at the smile on the corner of his lips, and his eyes suddenly sank.

She turned around and was about to leave, but was pulled into her arms by Song Yiliang, and the familiar smell on his body made her heart tremble.

"Where?" He stared at her with a smile on his face, his long arms wrapped tightly around her, only he knew, the trembling from his fingertips revealed his mood at the moment, the excitement of being lost and regained.

He bit his lower lip and pinched him his arm.

"Cheng Yansheng is dead, Xiaowei is dead, and Xinhou is also dead." Her throat was choked uncomfortably, and her eyes were dry, "Where have you died in the past two years!" ”

"I'm sorry." Song Yiliang was distressed for a while, hugged her and said softly.

Coming out of Lincheng, he went to Nanchang to appoint, not that he didn't send someone to Nanjing to find her, but in this troubled world, it is not so easy to find someone, at the end of March this year, the Japanese army attacked Nanchang, he was even ready to defend the city desperately, he died nothing, just sorry Heqing, as a result, an official document, the government ordered them to be transferred out of Nanchang.

After pinching him, he regretted it again, and hurriedly rolled up his sleeves, and sure enough, she saw a blue and purple mark on his arm, and she suddenly felt distressed, "Does it hurt?" ”

"It won't hurt if you kiss it." A smile tugged at the corner of his lips, and his eyes were full of cunning.

Ying Qi laughed angrily at him and slapped him on the arm.

"Kiss yourself."

"Okay!" Song Yiliang picked up her hand with a smile and gently dropped a kiss, "I said that I would marry you in September, but it has been two years." ”

In the past two years, he has been thinking about her all the time, and he has also wondered if she has ......

But as soon as this thought flashed, he was completely overwhelmed by another obsession, and he firmly believed that she was still alive and was looking for him.

During the war, Song Yiliang and Ying Qi's wedding was much simpler, only invited his colleagues in the army, Song Yiliang once asked her what she meant, Zhu Qi was biased towards traditional weddings in his heart, Xu was a sense of belonging, and only traditional weddings could make her really feel that she was married to Song Yiliang.

This is selfishness, she seems to be really in love with Song Yiliang.

Chongqing may not know when the air defense alarm will be sounded, the wedding is very simple, and the sedan chair carrying the seven is just a couple of turns since childhood.

The red candles flickered, and the summer evening breeze blew in through the window lattice, gently brushing the hijab on the top of the head of the seven people.

Red, into the eyes is the sky all over the red, like the color of blood, the chest suddenly palpitated, as if there are thousands of tons of boulders pressed on the head, Mu Qi clung to the sheets under her, breathing hard, she remembered that in the dream, she was also wearing such a red wedding dress, swearing to marry her person, that person seemed to have said that he would decorate the skirt of her wedding dress with the most brilliant glow in the western sky.

But who is that man?

Is it a seal? No, it's not him, did she forget something?

The thoughts in her mind turned a thousand times, like countless flying insects buzzing in her head, it hurt, it hurts.

"What's wrong with ma'am?" The maid serving on the side exclaimed.

The maid's voice gradually stripped away Ying Qi's thoughts, her breathing gradually calmed down, and she stroked her heart before she said lightly: "It's okay, maybe it's hot." ”

Since it is a traditional wedding, it is inevitable that it will be a hole in the room, and when Song Yiliang was carried in, Ying Qi also heard the regretful sound outside.

"This kid can't help but drink, how much wine is this, drunk like this."

"It's rare to be lively, but I didn't even see the bride's face."

The sound outside gradually faded away, and Ying Qi looked through the gap in the hijab, the maids in the room were busy, and Song Yiliang was asleep unconscious on the bed at the moment.

"You guys go out first."

The maid didn't dare to say much, put down the towel in her hand and went out.

Ying Qi pinched Song Yiliang's waist unhurriedly: "Everyone is gone, still pretending?" ”

Song Yiliang grabbed her hand and rubbed it on his lips: "The people who come are more or less my boss, if not, I'm afraid I will wronged you." ”

He had seen those people in the cave room, Heqing was his alone, how could he let others see it.

Ying Qi coughed lightly: "Hijab." ”

She still talks to him with her hijab on her head, and she can't see what he looks like.

Song Yiliang suddenly realized, got up and took the scale on the table, and slowly picked up her hijab.

The red candle rippled slightly, the person in front of him lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he wore a crown of pearls and phoenixes among the ink-like green silks.

The ring on her hand instantly turned blood-red the moment Song Yiliang picked up the hijab, and Ying Qi stared at the ring in a daze, and then, as if an unknown aura was slowly injected into her body, no, it was one with her current spirit, and she couldn't say how comfortable she was.

It's over?

Why haven't you seen Lu Xin yet?

Yes, it will take time for information to reach the main plane.

Thinking of this, Ju Qi slowly raised his eyes, his eyes fell quietly on the person in front of him, his body was long and jade, and his eyes were indissolvably gentle, he seemed to be much tougher than when he first met, and it was an indescribable feeling to wear a military uniform on him.

Ying Qi suddenly felt proud, this is the man she has a crush on.

But when she thought about it, she was going to leave him, and she was reluctant to give up in the bottom of her heart.

Song Yiliang slowly sat beside her, kissed her lips gently, and listened to her breathing gradually shortened, and his eyes suddenly darkened and darkened.

The big palm roamed over her, and the scale in her hand had already been thrown to the ground, making a crisp sound, but the two people on the bed had no time to be distracted.

For Maki Qi, this is a stolen time.

She responded to his siege strategy, the hand that roamed on her wedding dress began to be not satisfied with this itching of the boots, his movements were a little impatient, and the hand that tried to unbutton her wedding dress seemed to be disobedient, and Ying Qi couldn't help but chuckle out loud, but he bit it lightly as if he was punishing, and the pain was a little numb so that Mu Qi couldn't help but snort lightly.

This voice reached Song Yiliang's ears, but it was only unbearable, it was really a cocoon, and he bit her, but he was still suffering.

Song Yiliang pulled the tie irritably, and then persevered to overcome the buckle between her collar.

"Stupid!" She pursed her lips and smiled, her eyes were bright and transparent, and the red glow on her face didn't seem so obvious against the red candle, but he still caught it.

Ying Qi slowly unbuckled under Song Yiliang's fierce gaze, and suddenly the sky swirled, and when she reacted, she was already sitting firmly on his lap.

I could only hear Song Yiliang chuckle in her ear: "The next thing, Madame just enjoys it." ”

The night breeze blew by, the red candles in the room crackled and exploded, the cheeks of the people on the bed were red, their eyes moved slightly, and their cream-like skin looked even fairer against the red sheets.

He watched as her long hair spilled on the bed like splashed ink, and the repeated fragrance became a catalyst for confusion.

She opened her misty eyes, her red lips rubbed the red birthmark on his collarbone, hugged him tightly, and whispered: "Song Yiliang, I love you." ”