Chapter Forty-Six: Finally Looking Forward to a Little Intimacy Heating
So Zhang Meng hurriedly got up, and didn't need Ma San'er to clean up the bed, he cleaned up his own neatness, and told Ma San'er, "Hurry up and get food, I'm hungry." ”
Ma San'er came back to eat, Zhang Meng devoured half of it, deliberately left this half in a conspicuous place, and told Ma San'er, don't shake the bowl, just put it like this, I'll eat it for a while.
In fact, he left it to Gao Ling to see, and let Gao Ling know that he was too sick to eat, so he gambled and only ate a few bites.
Zhang Meng lay on the bed like this and pretended to be sick, pulled half of the quilt to cover his chest, and kept thinking about what kind of words he should say and what kind of requirements he should make if Gao Ling came over.
After staying for a while, Zhang Meng felt that he didn't pretend to be very similar, so he ordered: "Ma San'er, I have a headache, hurry up, find a towel dipped in water, wet it, fold it, and put it on my head." ”
When Ma San'er heard this, he wondered in his heart: "Oh, my master, is he really sick?" While thinking like this, he dipped the towel in water, wrung out the water, and put it on Zhang Meng's head.
touched Zhang Meng's forehead, and after leaving, he muttered to himself: "Sick fart, where is the disease?" The forehead is cold, and I think my wife is sick. ”
Ma San'er was busy muttering like this, but Zhang Meng on the shop was moaning loudly and lowly. When Ma San'er heard this, he couldn't help laughing, and came over to tease Zhang Meng and said, "Master, your moaning voice is too high, unlike a sick person, you should moan in a low voice." ”
Zhang Meng listened, nodded very obediently, turned his face to the side, and hummed in a low voice.
At this time, Gao Ling came. Gao Ling came over and shouted at the door of the tent first: "Report!" Zhang Meng heard it on the bed, and hurriedly ordered: "Come in, please!" ”
Ma San'er was already outside the door at this time, and said to Gao Ling in a low voice with a smile: "Senior Medical Officer, come in and take a look, our general is not lightly ill, you listen, from last night to now, he has been lying in bed and not getting up, just moaning." ”
Gao Ling listened and asked, "Have you had breakfast?" ”
"I took a few bites, it's not, it's still over there."
At this time, Gao Ling had already come to Zhang Meng's window, looked down at Zhang Meng, and saw that he turned his face to the side, pretending not to hear Gao Ling come in, waiting for Gao Ling to ask. Gao Ling asked, "Zhang Meng, what's wrong with you?" Really sick? Headaches? ”
Only since he crossed over, Zhang Meng thought about Gao Ling, but Gao Ling always didn't give Zhang Meng a little affection, although Zhang Meng was a steel-like man, but when the time came for this feeling, even steel could melt.
No, Zhang Meng had always been resentful of his advanced age before, and he had accumulated a stomach full of resentment, but when he heard Gao Ling's caring greetings, he couldn't help but shed tears.
Zhang Meng turned his head sideways and looked over there, and in order not to let Gao Ling see it, he hurriedly wiped his tears with the corner of the quilt. Then replied to Gao Ling in a crying tone: "Headache, fever, sore throat, cough." Can't sleep, Gao Ling, I'm ······ Are you going to die? ”
When Gao Ling heard this, she felt pity for a while, came over and reached out to touch Zhang Meng's forehead, lowered her head and thought about it, and said, "I'm overworked these days, I'm a little cold, it's okay." Last night, I drank so much wine again, just take a break. ”
Then, Gao Ling raised her voice and said, "If you hurt a little wind, you will die?" It's that serious! Speaking of this, he turned around and saw Ma San'er standing next to him, so he ordered: "Go and boil some hot water for him to drink, no need to take medicine, give him more hot water, let him sleep a few times." ”
Seeing Ma San'er go out, Gao Ling sat on the edge of the shop with Zhang Meng, gently pulled the quilt corner for Zhang Meng, covered it tightly, and instructed Zhang Meng: "Work hard, don't think nonsense." You've done a good job. The whole army is telling you what you can do. I was glad to hear this. Keep up the good work, we ······ How so? Victory is in sight! ”
Zhang Meng listened, nodded, glared at Gao Ling, and pleaded, "Gao Ling, hug me." I'm going to die. ”
Gao Ling listened, slapped him on the top of the head, and said, "What nonsense?" So that the dead are dead? ”
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and stretched out an arm under Zhang Meng's neck, lifted Zhang Meng's head, rested it on his bent knee, and kept massaging the top of his head with his hands, instructing: "Don't think nonsense, don't play with children's tempers, do a good job······ In a few years, we will have our bright future. ”
"Gao Ling, shall we get married?"
Gao Ling listened, staring at Zhang Meng with wide eyes, she didn't expect him to speak like this, and stared for a while before asking, "What did you say?" ”
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"What nonsense are you talking about? Have you thought about it? Get married, in these chaotic years, get married, how will you live in the future? Where are you going to live, you are no longer a soldier? Is it allowed by the state? What about your original ambitions?
What about me? Not a doctor? With so many wounded soldiers, who cares? ”
When Gao Ling said this, she looked down at Zhang Meng, softened her tone, and continued, "How old are you?" Teenage children, what to marry.
I told you earlier that you're thinking too much too much, and that's not going to work. A child, but he is cranky. Work hard, I said, our best days are ahead. Let's talk about getting married ——, when you get old. ”
Gao Ling's words made Zhang Meng so ashamed that he felt so shameless for a while, he didn't dare to look up at Gao Ling, and he didn't dare to extend the topic between men and women to say more.
As soon as the evil thoughts disappeared, the heroic spirit was encouraged in my heart.
I saw him turn over and sit up, sit up straight, blushing, and said to Gao Ling in a muffled voice: "It's okay if you don't get married, and I didn't force you to get married." Work, who doesn't know to do a good job?
I just asked for instructions, and I provoked you to teach you a lesson.
I know it, I don't need to say it anymore. In the future, there will be absolutely no mention of marriage. It's up to you! ”
When Gao Ling heard this, she was speechless for a while, stared at Zhang Meng's red-eared appearance, and couldn't help laughing: "Look at you, the donkey's temper has been committed again." Okay, okay, let's not talk about it. What's wrong? Are you feeling better, your illness? ”
"I'm not sick! It's just that I miss you and make an excuse. When Zhang Meng said this, his momentum dropped by half again, and he whispered: "Gao Ling, I'm not in a hurry to get married, but I don't know why, I just want to see you all day long."
No, I was going to look for you last night, and I saw that the lights were out in your tent, and I waited outside the tent for half the night.
I want to see you today, and I have no reason, so I have to pretend to be sick and trick you to come over, oops, fortunately, I saw you. ”