Rebirth of a Female General

Chapter 232
Someone once said that when it comes to love, the one who is tempted first is destined to be humble.

He used to find it funny.

Now, I also find it funny.

It's laughing at yourself, being stupid and not knowing it.

Looking deeply at the person in front of her, Meng Shulan really wanted to say to her with a smile, as she imagined, "I was just joking, don't you take it seriously?"

But the fact is that he can only look at her like this, even breathing carefully, a little heavier, a little more anxious, and it hurts his heart and lungs.

Meng Shulan finally stood up straight, slowly, dawdling, trying to move her stiff legs to distance herself from her.

She doesn't like people getting too close to her.

The cool night wind came in and passed between the two of them, blowing away the scorching heat.

But it made Yan Qing, whose ears were full of drumming and thunder, startled.

With lowered eyes, she saw Meng Shulan moving back half a step, her rapid heartbeat emptied, and before she had time to think, she had already taken a step forward.

The sudden contact of body temperature caused Meng Shulan to freeze suddenly, her numb and imperceptible heart was suddenly stung by something, and she came back to life instantly, but because of this, she suffered the pain that was not noticeable at first, and was distributed to all the limbs. .

He stood still and stiff, his throat rolled, his eyes fell straight into the void, and his mind was blank.

He didn't dare to think about what Yan Qing's sudden move meant.

Afraid of being wrong, afraid of empty joy.

But the heartbeat of the people in front of him was exactly the same as before, but it made him uncontrollably expect.

The throbbing heart was carried away, and the sound passed quickly, and the fine pain also passed by one after another.

Meng Shulan stiffened her arms, clenched her hands tightly, and dug her nails into her flesh, restraining her uncontrollable urge to reach out and wrap her hands around the person in her arms.

Meng Shulan didn't move, but the person who bumped into her in her arms seemed to have finally come to her senses, she gently pressed her forehead against his shoulder, and said in a muffled voice, "I don't know."

The voice was as soft as the moaning of mosquitoes, scattered in the wind that filled the city tower, mixed with the thunderous heartbeat, so soft that it was almost inaudible, but it really made his whole heart come alive.

"Meng Shulan, I have never liked anyone, and no one has ever told me this. I don't know what kind of mood is called liking, called love."

"If I have to think about it, it's probably the relationship between father and mother. When they are together, they laugh and scold; when they are not together, they miss each other all the time. They think about each other in everything, and they will remember each other's preferences. Will tolerate each other's bad..."

The chattering voice suddenly paused, as if very confused.

"I don't know how to put it...but it feels like it should be."

"I don't know how to respond to you, and I don't know if I have the same love as my parents for you, but..."

As he spoke, Yan Qing's voice became quieter again, he could hardly hear it.

Fortunately, he put all his attention on her, almost forgot to breathe, and finally heard the sentence clearly, "If I really want to find someone to live my life with, I probably can't think of anyone else."

Meng Shulan was ecstatic, no matter how hard she could restrain herself, she stretched out her hand to wrap her in her arms, bowed her head on her neck, whispered hoarsely, as if lost and recovered: "You stupid goose, what should I do with you? "

Almost.

Meng Shulan slapped her eyes heavily, and smiled choked up, unable to tell whether she was happy or fortunate.

Just a little.

If she doesn't stay, probably he really won't have the courage to stay by her side.

He once wanted to trap her in his heart with all his heart, but he could only trap her in his heart.

It seemed that he had trapped her, but in fact, she had taken root in his heart and trapped him.

He couldn't do anything to her.

The warm breath sprinkled on the neck, itching and piercing the heart.

The hot tears that fell down the diaphragm's chin, moistened the skirt of the clothes, and even scalded people's hearts by surprise.

Yan Qing never thought that a single word from himself would make Meng Shulan lose his composure like this.

In my impression, he always smiles and rarely changes his face, let alone shed tears.

Yan Qing wasn't sure if something he said was wrong, which touched his heart.

She is not sure.

In her perception, if it wasn't for life and death and the inability to return to heaven, there should be nothing worthy of tears.

It's a pity, but it's a common thing after all.

Life is full of regrets.

Yan Qing couldn't figure it out, but she felt that there were some things that should have been said first.

"Meng Shulan, I don't know if I can't let go of you, whether it is the same emotion as you. If..."

"nothing."

Before Yan Qing finished speaking, Meng Shulan suddenly interrupted, "I've been waiting for five years, and it doesn't make any difference if I wait a little longer. As long as you are willing to let me stay by your side, as long as I can stay by your side, One day you will figure it out."

"So, can you, don't drive me away?"

A deep voice sounded on the side of the neck, slightly hoarse, almost pleading.

But this pleading came without reason.

"Should I just kick you out?"

Yan Qing asked back in a muffled voice, feeling that his question made people feel displeased.

Meng Shulan was obviously stunned for a moment, but immediately hugged her even tighter, and smiled silly: "Don't go."

He couldn't go away long ago.

But if she was really tired of seeing him, he probably wouldn't dare to show off by her side.

"Since you provoked me, I will rely on you. How can you get rid of it so easily?"

Meng Shulan rested his chin on her neck and whispered foolishly.

The hoarse voice, mixed with the muffled reverberation in the chest, stirred in the chaotic and rapid heartbeat, like a feather caressing the tip of the heart, scratching the heart.

Yan Qing hesitated, raised his hand lightly and stiffly, and slowly hugged Meng Shulan back, imitating the way his mother coaxed her when he was a child, and gently patted him on the back.

Meng Shulan's back stiffened, and Shu Er tightened her hands, and circled her a little tighter, as if she wanted to rub her into her arms.

Yan Qing, who had never been so close to anyone before, froze completely, and the hand holding Meng Shulan was stiff, not knowing where it should fall.

She was the most taboo of being approached by people, but at this moment, listening to the firm and rapid heartbeat from her tight chest, she unexpectedly felt at ease.

The stiff hand gently landed on Meng Shulan's back, and her ears were filled with chaotic heartbeats. For a moment, Yan Qing couldn't tell who the chaotic heartbeats belonged to.

The next day, two things spread throughout the barracks.

One is that Generalissimo Meng estimated that the residual poison had spread to his brain, and everyone looked smug when he saw it, but he didn't know that he was smiling so stupidly.

The second is that the little general who was ready to return to northern Xinjiang after his injury had recovered had to postpone his return because of the cold.

It is worth mentioning that Marshal Meng also caught wind and cold last night.

What's more worth mentioning is that more than one person saw the two standing on the tower, blowing the wind for half the night.

It's a pity that there were two guards, Hongzhuang and Suiying, they only took a look from a distance, and they didn't understand anything because it was so dark.

But I can't help but everyone can guess!
(End of this chapter)