On the fifteenth day of school, Lin Nianhe sat in courtyard No. 88, looking at the south in a daze.

Since they left, she only learned the true news once from Dad Lin's mouth - they were all fine and not injured.

When the war is raging, making a phone call is a luxury, and there is no time for children to be long-term.

The kind of drama that uses the sound of gunfire as background music to lull his sweetheart to sleep simply does not exist.

She counted with her fingers crossed and muttered softly, "I should be back soon, right?"

A few days ago, the news of the victorious withdrawal of troops in the self-defense war had already come back.

Counting the time, it's time for them to go home, right?

"Wang!"

The wind chime suddenly stretched out its front paws and landed on Lin Nianhe's legs.

Lin Nianhe subconsciously lowered his head and faced the watery eyes of the wind chime.

It nudged her leg slightly, as if coaxing her.

Lin Nianhe reached out and rubbed its head, and whispered, "Thank you."

"Wang!"

The wind chimes screamed again, rubbing their furry heads against her.

"Hezi, don't think about it, no news at this time is good news," Wen Lan said as she flipped the ground, "Besides, the battle has been won, what is the problem with withdrawing it?" It's just not easy to make phone calls, and they can't run around with the telephone."

Recently, Sister Lan has learned to coax people.

However, Wen Lan has also been depressed recently - there are war correspondents in this war, and she feels that she should be the best in the army of reporters, why don't you let her go to this job?

Wang Shumei also said: "Nian He, you hurry up and eat dinner, look at your recent weight loss, in a few days, your brother Yun Cheng will come back, see you lose so much weight can't you feel distressed to death?"

Lin Nianhe was still lazy, and responded, "Don't be hungry, I'll eat later."

She really can't eat anything lately, and she's not in the mood at all.

Seeing that it was getting dark, Wen Lan put down her hoe and asked her, "Shall I sleep with you tonight?"

Since the beginning of the war, Lin Nianhe has had nightmares almost every night, and she has tried all kinds of methods, but they have not worked.

Later, Wang Shumei and Wen Lan took turns sleeping with her, and called her up at the first time she had nightmares.

"No need, I'm fine," Lin Nianhe shook his head, "I'm going to work overtime tonight, and I'll copy the design drawings of the lighter production line if I have a little more...... I'm done."

She was so absent-minded that she almost told the truth.

Wen Lan wanted to say something, but Wang Shumei dragged her and shook her head lightly to say no.

She felt that Lin Nianhe probably wanted to be quiet.

Lin Nianhe really wanted to be quiet.

She drew pictures, listened to the rustling sound, and muttered and scolded Su Yuncheng and Lin Huaizhou a hundred times.

"Even if it's a message from someone...... I don't know if I'm going to die in a hurry......

"If you don't care about it when you go to war...... I don't know how to call when I get back......

In the dead of night, Kobayashi quietly vented his emotions on the drawings.

During the day, she mostly didn't dare to do this, always afraid that others would worry.

"Heh......

At the sound of brushstrokes, she suddenly heard a low chuckle.

She had "heard" such laughter many times before.

But every time I opened the door in a hurry, all I saw was the thick night.

But every time, she would rush straight to the door and pull it open.

This time, it wasn't night outside the door.

Su Yuncheng was still wearing a military uniform, dirty, and seemed to smell of gunfire.

He stood in the moonlight, the corners of his mouth raised, and looked at her.

"Brother Yun Cheng?"

Lin Nianhe was a little uncertain and rubbed his eyes.

Open it again, he's still there.

She pinched her leg and it hurt.

"You...... You're back?"

Lin Nianhe's voice trembled slightly, and he asked a nonsense.

Su Yuncheng looked at her, his eyes were full of tenderness, at this moment,

He only had her in his eyes.

He nodded lightly: "Well, I'm back, Huaizhou is still on the way, I'll come back first."

There were many other people who came back with him, but Lin Nianhe didn't recognize those people, and he didn't need to say it.

Lin Nianhe pursed his lips lightly, cautiously stretched out his hand, and touched his face.

Real touch, warm body temperature.

It's true...... It's him.

Lin Nianhe's eyes burst out with surprise, she wanted to hug him, but she was afraid that he would be injured, and she would hurt him if she rushed to pounce.

Her hands dangled up and down for a long time, and finally grabbed the corner of his clothes: "You, you come in, show me if you're hurt."

Su Yuncheng: "......!"

Judging by what she said, should it be ......

The lights on the opposite side were also lit up at this time, and Wang Shumei's sleepy voice came out: "Nianhe? What's wrong?"

As she spoke, she and Wen Lan came out with their clothes draped one after the other.

Seeing the tall black figure in the courtyard, they were stunned for a moment and then breathed a sigh of relief.

"You're finally back! If he doesn't come back, Lin Nianhe will have to starve himself to death!" Wang Shumei joked with a smile, and then said, "You two are chatting, I'll cook a bowl of noodles."

With that, she dragged Wen Lan into the kitchen.

Lin Nianhe was also not polite, and raised his voice to instruct: "Remember to add two eggs!"

"Got it!" Wang Shumei's tone was very brisk.

When Su Yuncheng came back, the atmosphere in Courtyard 88 suddenly relaxed.

Wang Shumei and Wen Lan didn't complain because they were woken up in the middle of the night, but they also followed suit.

Su Yuncheng was dragged into the house by Lin Nianhe.

Under the light, he was visibly thinner, and his eyes were tired.

Lin Nianhe saw that he didn't move, and directly started to unbutton him.

Su Yuncheng's pupils constricted: "Nian He!"

"I've been dreaming of you all scarred every night lately," Lin Nianhe's eyes were red, and he insisted unreasonably, "I don't care, I have to see it with my own eyes."

Su Yuncheng looked at her pointed chin, and saw the dust on her fingers.

He was silent for a moment, then took her hand and said, "I'll come."

"Hmm."

Lin Nianhe didn't care about being awkward or shy at all now, he just wanted to see with his own eyes whether he was hurt or not.

Su Yuncheng was injured, his arm was scratched by shrapnel, it was not serious, and the gauze had been removed, leaving only scabbed scars.

His ears were red and dripping blood, and he said to her in as steady a voice as possible, "Look, I'm really fine."

Lin Nianhe looked at him, tears welling up in his eyes.

She had never imagined that a person could have so many scars on his body.

Aged knife wounds, round gunshot wounds, they fell on him and eventually converged into a five-pointed star on his shoulder.

Compared to this, the scratch on the arm did look very light and light.

"Does it hurt?"

Lin Nianhe's voice trembled slightly, and his fingertips caressed a scar on his heart.

The scar looks latest, and it shouldn't be a few years old.

"Nian He."

Su Yuncheng lowered his eyes and looked at her, his expression was very complicated.

He grabbed her hand and whispered, "It doesn't hurt, but don't touch it."

Lin Nianhe subconsciously raised his head and saw his eyes, and his emotions were interrupted instantly.

Well...... It doesn't seem good......

She looked at him, was silent for a moment, and stood on tiptoe to kiss the corner of his lips.

Su Yuncheng: "......!"

Damn.