Within seconds of ringing the doorbell, the door opened.

Along with the indoor lights, there is also a strong aroma of food, and Xie Qingqiu knew that he had boiled winter melon pork rib soup today.

It's not an unusual dish, but she just loves to drink it, and she thinks the taste is light and rich, long and short.

Knowing that she could have a hot and favorite meal tonight, she felt as if the day wasn't so bad, and maybe things weren't at the end of the day.

"Sister, you're back!" Xie Li was very happy to see that it was them, and took a step to the side to let them in. "I cooked."

Xie Qingqiu originally wanted to feign anger and ask him why he opened the door without looking at the person, what if he met someone with ill intentions, but when he opened his mouth, he remembered that his throat was now broken, and he couldn't say a complete sentence.

So I could only answer in a low voice.

Xie Li, who got a syllable, was a little flustered, raised his eyes and glanced at Adjutant Ou, who said to him after glancing at his immediate boss: "Major General, her voice has temporarily lost her voice, and it will take about a week to get better." ”

Xie Li, who received this answer, seemed to be about to cry, frowning and his eyes were red, as if he was the one who was betrayed, and he was the one who couldn't speak now.

But when facing him, Xie Qingqiu's heart was soft, not so mean and ruthless, so she decided to accept the other party's empathy without her permission.

She reached out and rubbed the pear's head, silently made the word "it's okay" with her mouth, and sat down straight to the dining table without her clothes and hat, and motioned to the other party to hurry up and start eating.

Adjutant Ou looked at his major general helplessly, beat her side, and stretched out his hand to her. "Major General, hang up your coat and hat."

So Xie Qingqiu remembered this, and naturally took off her hat and coat, and then put it on her hand.

The advantage of being injured is that the people around her always have to be much gentler with her, and Adjutant Ou is not so babbling, although such gentleness is dispensable on weekdays, but Xie Qingqiu still feels comfortable.

A meal is really ironed, and after the hot soup is eaten, the whole body is warmed up, and people want to become lazy and casual.

She was very tired, and after eating, she walked around the suite a few times to eat, and then went back to her room to rest, and fell asleep not long after lying on the bed, and she didn't know anything about the outside of the room.

She woke up in the middle of the night, her throat was a little itchy and dry, and it looked like it was about to burn.

She subconsciously put on the bedside table, only to remember that she locked the door when she came in, and Adjutant Ou's water could not be delivered, so she could only get up and pour water outside to drink.

Adjutant Ou keeps the kettle warm all year round, just to ensure that Xie Qingqiu has hot water to drink at any time.

But in fact, she can't quite understand why Xie Qingqiu has such a big obsession with hot water, as if hot water can cure all diseases.

After pouring a cup of hot water, Xie Qingqiu felt that he was much more awake, and his throat was not so uncomfortable. She stretched her body and walked around the suite, only to hear the slight sobs coming from Pear's room.

She thought it was a mishearing, and when she entered the door, she realized that it was a real cry.

Xie Qingqiu twisted the doorknob and didn't open it.

She wanted to knock on the door directly, but she felt that if she knocked directly, the other party would definitely wipe away her tears in that short period of time and make it look like nothing happened.

So I glanced around and found that the windows of Xie Li's room were very close to the small windows of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and there were decorative and structural protruding plaster lines on the exterior walls.

It can be passed without much effort.

Xie Qingqiu leaned out of the small window to confirm that the other party did not close the window.

So in the next second, she quickly climbed through the window, but in a few steps she crossed the distance between the two windows, and then silently slipped through the other party's window, and even the curtain was not lifted too much.

Xie Li is indeed crying, and he is very engaged.

The whole person lay on the bed, his voice muffled from the futon, wet with tears, and his body trembled slightly.

Xie Qingqiu walked to his side, but he still didn't find out.

Then she crouched down, very close to his face buried under the covers, and if he looked up, the breaths of the two would mingle.

She hummed a syllable out of her nose.

After one more breath and one more such prompt around him, Xie Li found that someone was coming.

He sat up from the bed with a cry of surprise, and looked at her with crimson eyes and a look of horror on his face, for fear that his body was still shaking.

As Xie Qingqiu thought, he was wet.

Through the meager moonlight that leaked into the room, Xie Li finally found out that it was Xie Qingqiu, and his body was not shaking, and after a few seconds, he hurriedly wanted to wipe away the tears on his face.

However, he was caught by Xie Qingqiu's hand.

"Crying for what?" She said this, a hissing, hoarse voice came out of her throat.

Xie Li also understood, and chose to lower her head without wiping away her tears.

"Huh?" Xie Qingqiu clamped his chin with his other hand, forcing him to lift his head. "Speak."

After watching it for a few seconds, Xie Qingqiu felt that his tear-stained appearance was really pitiful, so he let go of his chin and used his fingertips with gun calluses to help him wipe away his tears.

The tear stains were erased, but there were a few red marks on his delicate skin, which looked more like he had been bullied.

Xie Qingqiu asked several times in his rough and indistinguishable voice, and Xie Li was finally willing to speak.

"My sister is injured and can't speak."

"I'm at home, only at home, but my sister is outside."

"I can only cook for my sister, and I can't do anything but cook."

"My sister can't speak, it must be painful, there are a lot of bad people outside."

Because he cried for too long and was too engaged, he still hiccuped when he spit out the words, and there was no logic in his staccato sentences.

But Xie Qingqiu is smart and empathetic, and he still understands what he means and understands his emotions.

He cries because he is in pain, and he suffers because he is powerless. He complained and hated himself, he couldn't do anything but cook, he couldn't accompany her in the bloody storm, and he didn't have the ability to defend her against the enemy.

But it doesn't really matter.

Xie Qingqiu didn't blame him, there were many people who could accompany her to the battlefield to kill the enemy, but there was only one Xie Li, and only one Xie Li would cook for her and wait for her to go home.

And Xie Qingqiu is not qualified to blame him, because he has done a lot of good enough.

He is a fragrant magnolia, a weeping begonia wet by the rain, and a cluster of white camellia, so there is no need for anyone to grow spikes.