Lantern: Behold the Bayonet

Chapter 63: Extraordinary family trifles (1)

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Deep winter, early morning.

The bedroom was shrouded in blue-gray shadows, Chu Ci opened his eyes.

The room was silent, only Han Yue's steady and long breathing was beside him. Chu Ci tilted his head slightly, and glanced at the head of the bed. The alarm clock showed that the time was just past five o'clock, and the dark sky was shining through the heavy curtains.

too early.

There was no sound of birds outside the window, and there was the vague sound of vehicles passing by on the road in the distance.

Chu Ci closed her eyes, opened them again after a while, got up from the bed almost silently, and walked into the bathroom with bare feet.

The thin gray-white silhouette reflected on the mirror surface is like a distorted and elongated color bar in the interlacing of light and shadow.

Chu Ci stared at the expressionless, inorganic-cold face of the person in the mirror, and then moved his eyes down for a while, staring at the winding scars on his abdomen.

In fact, the color is already very light, and it is difficult to notice without careful observation.

After all, it has been so long since the operation.

He gently pressed the scar, feeling his own skin, muscle fat, and half-cut internal organs under his fingers.

Fragmented, mutilated, he thought, looking at his body in the mirror.

Chu Ci let out a sigh of relief, and went to take a hasty shower. Come out and put on a bathrobe. He was leaning against the sink to wipe his hair, when he woke up at some point and was leaning against the door frame of the melting room.

Good morning. "Han Yue said in a deep voice.

Chu Ci paused, and said after a while: "... Good morning."

The two sat at the table and had breakfast, and the morning news was on TV. A certain leader went to a certain place to inspect and was satisfied with the local infrastructure construction project; Clean, streamlined organization...

"I'm coming back late tonight."

When Chu Ci heard this, he was picking up the medicine bottle in front of him, and he raised his eyes to meet Yue Yue's gaze.

"… Ok?"

"The meeting of the Military Commission may be delayed a little later."

Chu Ci silently nodded to show that she understood, then lowered her eyelashes, opened the row of large and small medicine bottles, and poured out the doses to be taken today in turn.

Han Yue's focused eyes on the other side of the table did not move away, and one could even clearly feel the burning sensation of those eyes on the skin. After a while, Chu Ci put down the cap of the medicine bottle, raised her head and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Can you come pick me up?"

From Han Yueduo's point of view, Chu Ci seemed to be stunned for a moment, but it was as short as an illusion.

"Okay," he said.

When he left the house that day, Han Yue stood downstairs, looked back, and saw Chu Ci standing on the balcony of the high-rise apartment building, holding a watering can in his hand and concentrating on watering the flowers.

For a few seconds, Han Yue had the illusion of "Is he watching me off", but then he wanted to take the lead and laughed a little self-deprecatingly.

It has been half a year since Chu Ci had the operation, and all the indexes have risen steadily, but overall she still needs to rest, and has not recovered to the level where she can go to work every day like a normal person. So he only goes to work once or twice a week, and spends most of his time at home, watering the flowers and reading books, and occasionally taking a walk in the small garden that is heavily monitored and protected.

His mood was always calm, even to the point of a little indifference. Han Yue sometimes wondered if all this person's emotions and impulses were used up in the kiss before entering the operating room.

—Of course it is quite possible.

Chu Ci traveled back and forth between life and death, and survived. Then it was logical to return to the usual calm and calm state of mind, it seemed that all the dark shadows and painful memories in the past were invisible, unable to leave any traces on the ice-like handsome face.

Sure enough, there was a meeting that afternoon, and it didn't end until after seven o'clock. Han Yue came out from the military industrial unit, surrounded by a group of people present at the meeting, walked through the sentry box and walked down the steps while exchanging greetings.

"I will be the host of Chang'an Pavilion tonight, Second Young Master Han, you must give this face tonight..."

Han Yue interrupted the other party with a blank hand, and said: "I have something to do at home, I really can't get out, I'm sorry."

The other party was still waiting to persuade, but Han Yue had already taken out his mobile phone and was about to call the driver to pick it up—the next moment he raised his head, and suddenly saw a silver Mercedes-Benz 600 parked on the side of the road under the steps not far away, with the door leaning against it. A young man wrapped in a dark gray windbreaker with his hands in his pockets.

That was Chu Ci.

The background road was full of traffic, but his straight and thin figure was so conspicuous, standing abruptly in the crowd in the wind.

Han Yue was stunned for a moment, and then quickly moved forward, "Why do you..."

"Come to pick you up.

They were only half a step apart, Han Yue hesitated, but Chu Ci asked back: "Didn't you ask me to pick you up?"

Han Yue was actually very surprised - it was just a casual remark in the morning, and since there was no movement during the whole day, he thought that Chu Ci had silently turned this trivial matter over.

In fact, Chu Ci often turned over these trivial matters, which was his habitual passive resistance. When they first met a long time ago, wherever Han Yue took him or told him to go, as long as he didn't stare closely, he would definitely not appear; the things Han Yue gave him were forced to wear by both soft and hard. Every time Han Yue didn't pay attention, Chu Ci forgot, or lost it, or couldn't find it at all.

It was as if no matter what he said, he was so windy that he wouldn't listen to it at all.

"... How are you? Are you dizzy? What did you eat today? Are you hungry? I'll drive on the way back."

Chu Ci didn't move, and glanced at the people behind him: "You didn't socialize tonight?"

Han Yue immediately said: "No."

"Go ahead, I'll drive back by myself."

"Really do not have."

Chu Ci's expression seemed to be disbelieving, but he didn't argue anymore, so he opened the driver's door and got in: "Get in the car."

In the end, it was still Chu Ci who drove the car.

The street was bustling with noise, but the carriage was silent. Han Yue sat on the co-pilot, and finally couldn't help but find something to say: "Why did you drive this car today?"

"I guess I'll run into your colleagues."

Han Yue didn't understand at first, but after thinking about it, he realized with a smile, "That's not my colleague."

"Basically, they're all the same people to me."

When the green light came on, the traffic was moving slowly, and Chu Ci turned right with the light on.

"...Do you have any colleagues, friends, etc.?" After a long silence, Han Yue suddenly asked without warning, "Or some relatives with undergraduate classmates, do you want to walk around occasionally?"

"No."

"Not one? Colleagues from previous units can also come and go, if I need to come forward..."

"No." Chu Ci said, without any change in her tone of voice, "My mother and brother left without any relatives in my hometown. In the past few years, I have been getting along with my colleagues in the work unit. When I was in college, I was too busy working as a tutor. I didn’t know a few of them, and after graduation, I gradually became estranged, and now I don’t even know their names.”

The mother and brother he was talking about were the middle school head teacher and her son who were killed by Han Qiang's drunk driving.

She was brought to Beijing by Chu Ci as a adoptive mother, and her son's school had been arranged at the beginning, but it was a pity that everything came to an abrupt end with the harsh sound of brakes.

Han Yue glanced at the driver's seat out of the corner of his eye, but saw Chu Ci with one hand on the steering wheel, staring at the front window of the car casually: "Why do you ask this all of a sudden?"

"... I think if you don't go to work now, will it be boring at home, do you want to socialize with the outside world... and so on."

"what?"

"It's because I'm afraid that you will be lonely if you stay alone."

When Han Yue said this, he was actually a little uneasy, but then he saw Chu Ci turned his head and looked at himself, and his expression seemed a little strange:

"No, I'm used to it."

When Han Yue returned home that day, he found that dinner was ready, including steamed fish, three delicacies, stir-fried vegetables, and pork rib soup left over from yesterday; he did not expect that Chu Ci would prepare dinner. Throwing the keys of the Mercedes Benz on the shoe rack in the entrance: "Let's eat."

"Why are you so excited today?"

"What interest?"

"Cooking," Han Yue pointed to the table.

Chu Ci took off his windbreaker and hung it on the hanger, frowned and said, "Didn't you say you would be back late today?"

He asked so naturally, even a little inexplicably, that Han Yue choked, and nodded slowly after a long while: "...OK."

It's not that Chu Ci doesn't know how to cook. Although the steamed fish is not as delicious as Han Yue's cooking, it is still fat and tender; half a piece of chopped garlic is put in the fried vegetables, which must have been learned from watching Han Yue's cooking, and it tastes unique.

After eating, Han Yue washed the dishes and wiped the table, and Chu Ci went to the study to read. After a while, Han Yue passed by the study and saw him taking a shower. There was a copy of "Advanced Analytical Chemistry" spread out on the table.

Han Yue casually flipped through the book, and saw that the book was full of key points and annotations, which were written neatly and meticulously. There is also a stack of draft paper next to the textbook, on which are densely written a series of incomprehensible formulas and calculation diagrams.

For some reason, the handwriting made Han Yue feel an indescribable feeling, a little heavy and a little erratic.

Chu Ci stayed alone in this room every day, weak, tired, deserted, with no family, no friends, no connection or fetters with the world, and everyone had the same strange face to him.

Does he just pass the time by reading reference books over and over again

So is there any difference for him who goes home on time every day, cooks and eats, and shares the bed with him, compared with thousands of strangers in this world

That night, Han Yue pressed Chu Ci on the head of the bed, sniffing the fresh breath on his neck after bathing, his breath was as hot and rapid as a beast. However, his movements were unexpectedly gentle, he kept kissing Chu Ci's cheeks and the corners of his lips, repeatedly kneading his buttocks, and constantly stimulating and rubbing against his lower body.

In the dark bedroom, the body temperature was entangled, and Chu Ci couldn't stand being rubbed, so she couldn't help but struggled slightly to dodge. The range was actually very small, but Han Yue immediately let go of the hand rubbing him, moved to the front and began to stimulate the motionless organs of the lower body, and gently rubbed the front end with his fingers.

"Don't..."

Han Yue bowed his head and kissed him, forcing him to swallow all the vague murmurs back into his throat.

That feeling was a bit strange to Chu Ci.

When he first met Han Yue a few years ago, the matter of sex represented violence, oppression and humiliation, like a shadow running across the depths of his consciousness all the time. Later, when Han Yue was transferred back to Beijing, contact and sex became more frequent, which once brought Chu Ci to the brink of collapse.

Fortunately, Han Yue began to realize something later, and slowly began to reduce the compulsion and impatience, and even tried to understand his feelings.

—but that period was too short. Soon Hou Hongchang was killed, Han Qiang was killed, Chu Ci fled Beijing with the help of Long Jiwei, his fate turned into flesh and blood under the speeding wheels; when he returned to Beijing two years later, he was already dying , and entered the operating room on the line of life and death.

Everything happened so fast that he was already in the present, but some fearful memories and shadows were still lingering in the past.

"Don't do it...it's useless," Chu Ci ambiguously panted, "Come if you want, don't..."

What Chu Ci meant was to force it, start quickly and end quickly, regardless of his feelings-this is indeed their most accustomed bed mode.

In fact, Han Yue didn't try his best, but he still didn't respond for more than ten minutes. The organ was still lying there docilely, and his lower body was already so hard that it was about to explode. Usually, if Chu Ci said so, he would definitely not be able to help but pounce on it immediately, and ruthlessly thrust his scorching penis into the tight and hot entrance; but today he took a deep breath, as if he was holding back his food in the dark. The hungry wolf of desire had a sharp cold light in his eyes.

He inserted his fingers into Chu Ci's hair, kissed his forehead comfortingly, then bent down, and took the sexual organ that had not moved until now into his mouth.

"..."

Chu Ci immediately began to resist, but Han Yue pressed his crotch tightly, sucking and licking hard, and the warm mouth made everything heat up quickly. Countless small electric currents covered the nerve endings in an instant, and the organ was congested and erected almost unexpectedly, and the pleasure from the whistling face instantly swept Chu Ci to the ground.

"Ah... Han Yue..."

The two words groaned made Han Yue suddenly surge with great excitement, and he immediately increased the force and speed of sucking fiercely, torturing the too hard organ mercilessly with his lips and tongue. And Chu Ci's chest was heaving violently, and he tried his best to raise his chin, his hands clutched the bed sheet convulsively, and then Han Yue grabbed his wrist violently.

The next moment he squirted out in such a panic that he didn't even have time to fully withdraw from his mouth, and the semen was scattered everywhere.

Chu Ci fell into the pillow and panted violently, the intense pleasure stimulation made his mind go blank. Han Yue stood up and looked down at him condescendingly, made a swallowing movement, and slowly wiped away the white liquid from the corner of his mouth.

"..." Chu Ci opened her mouth, wanted to say something but didn't say it, and then closed her eyes.

However, Han Yue didn't move, and he didn't even move for a few minutes. In the darkness, he could only hear his depressed and heavy breathing. After a while, Chu Ci opened his eyes, the fundus of his eyes were moist and reddish due to the aftertaste of the orgasm, and Han Yue seemed to smile in a blur.

It was a very warm and a little sad smile.

Chu Ci was in a daze, and saw Han Yue get up and get out of bed, and went straight to the bathroom, and soon there was the sound of rushing water.

When Han Yue returned to the bed, the cold moisture on his skin was still dry. Chu Ci lay on his back on the pillow, without moving or making a sound, and suddenly reached out and turned on the heater.

"You didn't sleep?" Han Yue asked.

"Ok."

"What's wrong?"

"… are not you cold?"

Han Yue said: "What is this? I can lie down in a pit and fall asleep in the wild at minus ten degrees."

Chu Ci kicked the quilt towards him, and said coldly, "We'll talk about this when you get rheumatoid after you're fifty years old."

Han Yue laughed silently, turned around and hugged Chu Ci's shoulders, letting him lean into his arms, and after a moment of deliberation, he said in a low voice, "Well, actually, my handwork is average, and I didn't have a chance to practice before..."

"Ok."

"Fortunately, the mouth job is okay, and the talent is extraordinary." Han Yue asked for proof, "—Is it?"

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the moving lights of vehicles passing by flashed across the night wall and reflected in Chu Ci's downcast eyes. After a while, he calmly said: "It's okay, although there is no sample reference."

Han Yue asked with great interest: "Do you want to have a better one?"

"..."

"Do you want to try on me?"

Chu Ci's muscles visibly stiffened, and Han Yue could almost feel the stiffness of his entire back. A few seconds later, without warning, he got up suddenly, straddled Han Yue, and stared at him condescendingly: "Do you think I dare not?"

Han Yue raised his hand as if surrendering: "Dare, dare, what else can you dare to do?"

Chu Ci looked down at him, her cold and beautiful eyes narrowed, flashing an appraising look. After a while, he snorted softly and stepped down from Han Yue's body: "Forget it, I'm not interested."

"Hey? It's cool, why aren't you interested?"

Chu Ci covered him with the quilt and ignored him.

"Why aren't you interested?" Han Yue was reluctant, "Close your eyes and be a woman, and you won't feel anything if you really go in. Do you still insist on being a straight man for the rest of your life?"

Chu Ci turned over and didn't speak, but Han Yue forcefully turned him back, asking questions all the time, and making gestures to turn on the bedside lamp. In the end, Chu Ci got really impatient, and pushed him away: "I can't! It's okay!"

Han Yue laughed: "Don't tease me, men can do this, don't girlfriends... eh?! Have you ever had a girlfriend?"

"No."

"Haven't slept with anyone?!"

"...Han Yue, be reasonable. A normal person who has never been in a relationship means that he has never had sex. Not everyone has the same secondary sexual development experience as you... um."

However, Han Yue didn't understand the euphemistic connotation of the academic school at all, and said in amazement: "You haven't talked to someone? You haven't talked to college? Then what did you do in college? You didn't go to a military academy?!"

Chu Ci stretched out his hand to rub the frowning brows, and finally sighed.

"... dear, it's like this. I'm a standard poor student. If I don't get the full scholarship, it's the kind of crime. So I spend most of my time in the library and laboratory. In addition, I tutor everywhere in my free time, and I take the high school entrance examination. I have taught college entrance examination students, taught chemistry, physics, mathematics, biology, and English, and even sold my pre-exam review notes...so I will not do such high-consumption things as falling in love."

However, Han Yue couldn't be persuaded: "Don't be kidding me dear, now that men and women are equal, it's not normal for women to chase men, and no little girl has ever thought badly about you?"

"Which girl can fall in love with a poor student who either goes to work all day long, or is a poor student with blind eyes in the laboratory? Who am I? It's not that I'm so handsome that I punch Leung Chiu Wai and step on Andy Lau, and I'm crazy."

Han Yue looked at Chu Ci's face, but didn't make any comments on the above remarks: "—Then what about after you work?"

"With a monthly salary of 8,000 plus without a house or household registration, how can I learn to fall in love with a man? Girls are not stupid."

Han Yue vaguely guessed what was going on in his heart, but further proof was needed. So he cautiously probed Wen: "Then where is your...that female assistant who had dinner with you when we first met?"

Chu Ci was indifferent and a little baffled.

"Her? She is a relative of the director's family. She came to rub my subject. After the rubbing, she insisted on inviting me to dinner to thank you. What?"

Han Yue understood what was going on.

There is indeed such a kind of person in this world. When you hold a rose in front of his eyes, he will say to you with question marks all over his head: Why, the flower shop has a discount

"Those women only look at the appearance, it's too superficial." Han Yue comforted hypocritically, "It's okay, don't worry about it, what I like is your connotation!"

Chu Ci let out a weak breath and covered her eyes: "Go to sleep, okay?"

Han Yue finally died down and lay down on the pillow again. In the dark, the quilt sniffed for a while, and suddenly his voice sounded again:

"So you've never done it with anyone else?"

Chu Ci got up suddenly, grabbed a pillow from the carpet, and slammed it on Han Yue's face with his head.

Han Yue groaned, and the bedroom finally became completely quiet.

When the birdsong rang the next morning, Han Yue's crotch was so hard that it was about to explode. He rubbed against Chu Ci in a daze for a long time before getting up restlessly to take a cold shower.

After a few minutes, Chu Ci also got up, walked into the bathroom, opened the door, and turned on the hot water faucet without saying a word.

Han Yue was a little dazed standing under the warm water, Chu Ci frowned and glanced at him, then turned around to brush his teeth and wash his face.

"Are you reading at home today?" Han Yue pretended not to care while eating breakfast.

For breakfast, Chu Ci put black rice, black beans, and black sesame together in a soymilk machine last night. He didn’t know where he read the health book. Recently, he always typed this. Although it doesn’t taste good, it smells strange It's delicious, and Han Yue also drinks with him.

Chu Ci was holding the bowl, raised his eyes from the edge of the bowl: "Huh?"

Han Yue asked: "If you have time, can you come to the unit to pick me up at night?"

He lowered his eyes: "Yeah."

Han Yue didn't expect him to agree so easily. During the day at work, he couldn't help but want to send a text message to confirm, but after thinking about it, he felt that it would be too tiresome to repeat such a trivial matter, so he refrained from mentioning it.

As a result, when I came out of the unit compound at night, I saw the car parked on the side of the road with the engine turned off. Chu Ci was sitting in the driver's seat with her elbows resting on the open car window, and she was concentrating on holding a book. Look. When Han Yue walked over, he realized that what he was reading was actually a professional book with dense notes and molecular formulas on it.

"... Are you still studying at this time?"

Chu Ci looked up, closed the book and threw it into the passenger seat: "Get in the car."

Han Yue then walked to the other side and opened the car door: "What did you eat during the day? Don't tell me you are cooking at home again?"

"No."

"Then let's go home and cook or what, it's past six o'clock." Han Yue thought for a while and asked, "Do you want to eat barbecue?"

Chu Ci actually likes to eat barbecue. He also drinks beer, eats junk food, and likes to play World of Warcraft. If he grew up and worked in a normal environment, he would probably be no different from the single young engineer in the research institute who invites friends to watch football and drink; however, life does not give him too many opportunities to be a normal person.

Theoretically, he still needs to control his diet, but after all, his indicators have recovered very well, and it's not a big deal to have a tooth sacrifice once in a while. Han Yue was sitting on the co-pilot with a GPS to guide the way. The two drove around for at least half an hour in the cobweb-like alley. Suddenly, they saw a simple but lively barbecue restaurant by the side of the road. , At least a dozen people lined up at the door waiting for seats.

"The barbecue in Dongcheng District is a must, and Ren Jiayuan recommends it wholeheartedly." Han Yue turned his head and went to the back seat to get his regular clothes, "I have to change this one."

Chu Ci slowly reversed the car in the alley: "How do you stop here?"

"You let me stop."

Han Yue quickly took off his military uniform and casual clothes, revealing his lean upper body, and his abdominal muscles were very obvious with the movement of raising his hand. Chu Ci glanced over, but didn't speak, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

... In fact, it is not bad from the perspective of pure appreciation. It is different from the muscles trained in the gym, but the rough and solid lines tempered in the field all the year round. If you judge by the degree of sexual attraction...

Chu Ci paused suddenly.

How could I have thought of sex appeal? Is it natural to get used to it

Chu Ci was in a daze, when suddenly Han Yue turned his head and smirked at him: "What are you looking at?"

"...It's nothing." Chu Ci suddenly looked away, and without looking back, pushed the door to get out of the car, "Hurry up and change, I'll go to line up."

However, Chu Ci only stood at the end of the line for less than half a minute. Han Yue laughed and walked over, grabbed his shoulders forcibly, walked through the line and walked in the door under the eyes of everyone. The two lead to a newly vacated table.

Chu Ci looked at the people still queuing up outside the door, and was stunned: "Your privilege can be used in this kind of small shop?"

"yes."

Han Yue calmly ordered kebabs, chicken wings, beef, mushrooms, and mixed cucumbers, etc., returned the menu to the waiter, and said with a smile, "Do you have a new understanding of my husband's strength?"

"..."

Chu Ci couldn't find any words to answer at all, and then Han Yue skillfully took out two one-hundred sheets from his wallet, and handed them to the service girl:

"The old rules are for your boss, thank you for saving your seat!"

The younger sister happily left, leaving Chu Ci twitching slightly at the corner of her mouth.

"Honey, what about privilege, don't use it when you can, so that it can produce the greatest effect when you have to use it. As the saying goes, good steel should be used on the blade." Han Yue put the wallet back in his pocket, slightly Smiled, "So when you can use money to solve problems, try to use money as much as possible. For example, when Hou Yu, Pei Zhi and Ren Jiayuan and I come every time, we give him an extra two hundred and one one. As long as money can solve the problem, it is not a problem."

Chu Ci held back for a long time, and finally said: "Then next time you eat at home, you should pay two hundred first."

"But all my property belongs to you. Is it interesting to put the left pocket in the right pocket? How much more do you have to pay in personal income tax?"

This counterattack was really powerful, Chu Ci took a drink of water, lowered his eyes, as if he didn't hear anything.

The barbecue in this restaurant really lives up to its reputation. The mutton skewers are sizzling and oily, the grilled beef tongue is fat and tender, and the scones that are torn into strips exude a burnt aroma. The fly in the ointment is that Chu Ci can't touch alcohol. When he was halfway through eating, he raised his chin at Han Yue's beer can, and Han Yue poured it out of a small cup, and warned: "Just one sip, don't drink too much .”

Chu Ci said, "You might as well give me a Coke."

"Neither can Coke, nor can you drink carbonated drinks. In fact, you should eat less barbecue."

Chu Ci muttered in a low voice, how could he be so strict, but he still drank the beer, put down the bamboo sticks for a long time and was full, and asked the waiter girl to bring a pot of hot tea to remove the oil.

The waiter girl's eyes lit up when she saw Chu Ci just now, and she kept wandering around under their table, with her big watery eyes glancing here and there from time to time. As soon as Chu Ci said "Please...", she immediately responded excitedly, and brought a teapot from the kitchen after a while.

The little girl put down the teapot, and whispered softly: "Be careful..."

Han Yue suddenly felt that it was interesting, so he sat across from him and watched the show with a smile. Seeing Chu Ci pour out half a cup of tea and take a sip, he wondered, "Isn't this flower tea?"

The little girl replied shyly, "Brother has good eyesight, it's rose tea."

"... Your store is too high-end, isn't it?"

"No, it's mine."

Chu Ci: "..."

"As long as you drink it refreshingly!" The little girl blushed, she was about to say something, but she was too embarrassed to say so, she turned around and left.

As a result, Chu Ci sat on the spot, confused, pointing to the teapot for a while and asking Han Yue: "... Should I pay her back?"

Han Yue exerted all his strength to force himself not to burst out laughing: "Yes! You should pay more!"

After the meal, Han Yue urged Chu Ci to pay the bill with bad intentions—Chu Ci was very honest, and gave an extra tea money of 50 yuan, but the little girl refused to accept it, and desperately refused, then The posture is almost to fight with him.

Chu Ci's head was full of question marks, and in the end he had no choice but to give up. Before leaving, he emphasized to Han Yue resentfully: "I didn't mean to take advantage of her!"

Han Yue suppressed his laughter and blushed: "Yes, yes, she is trying to take advantage of you, hahaha—"

There are so many year-end meetings and complicated business affairs, Han Yue's off-duty time is getting later and later, and the number of times Chu Ci is needed to pick him up is becoming more and more frequent. Later, his driver became a habit of leaving early. Every day, the silver 600 parked quietly across the street from the Military Commission compound, and even people in the unit heard rumors.

However, no one said anything more in front of Han Yue. Firstly, Han Yue's temper is not very good, and secondly, anyone who knows Chu Ci will know a series of complicated and bloody details about him.

I don't know if it's because she has to go out every day now, Chu Ci's complexion is better, and she is no longer the pale and haggard appearance just after the operation. One time when he was late at night, Han Yue asked and found out that he drove to the park for a walk before he came, and even bought food to feed the pigeons.

This was something he had never been interested in doing before.

Sometimes they came home late, and Chu Ci would order noodles to make dumplings or something, and sometimes they would go out to eat. He had never been to that barbecue shop again, and Han Yue wanted to show off his status as the main wife, but Chu Ci didn't know it, and just thought it would be bad if he drank the little sister's private tea again, so he insisted on refusing.

Sometimes they go to high-end places for dinner, and sometimes they go to the streets to eat wonton noodles. After eating, Han Yue took Chu Ci's hand and put it in his coat pocket after he walked to the parking lot against the cold winter wind in Beijing. It was warm, dry and comfortable.

One day, Han Yue went to a meeting at the scientific research institute of the military region. When he came out at night, he was in a hurry and didn't change into his normal clothes. I saw that he was wearing a military uniform inside, but outside he was wearing a white coat with his arms open. When he trot down the steps, the hem of his clothes fluttered in the wind, and then he crossed the street and came to the car window. Before he could say anything, he smiled Come.

His strong neck was exposed from the collar, and his skin was dry and cracked in the winter of the military area, but that smile showed a warm and tough handsomeness in the thick black and sharp eyebrows.

Chu Ci was a little dazed until Han Yue smiled and asked, "Where are we going to eat tonight?"

Only then did Chu Ci come back to his senses, and subconsciously turned his gaze away: "The house has stewed under the beef brisket."

Han Yue reached out his hand from the car window and stroked his cheek before turning to the passenger side and getting into the car wrapped in the cold wind.

They sat at the table facing each other that day, the restaurant was lit with warm yellow lights, and the howling of the winter night outside could be vaguely heard from the window. In the warm white mist, Han Yue stuffed beef brisket noodles with chopsticks into his mouth, and said vaguely, "I'm telling you something."

Chu Ci was adding pepper to the soup, when he heard this, he raised his eyes.

"I have to go back to school recently."

"Cough! Cough cough cough... what school do you go to?"

"Recommended by the organization, National Defense University." Han Yue said solemnly, "Master's degree in management."

Chu Ci covered her mouth and put down her chopsticks, and looked at Han Yue up and down for a long time with brand new eyes, as if the man in front of her suddenly sprouted and grew into a morning glory. After a long while, he finally couldn't help asking: "Have you graduated from a bachelor's degree?"

"What are you talking about! If I didn't graduate from my undergraduate degree, I would have been beaten to death long ago. How can I go back to the army?"

"...how did you graduate?"

Han Yue immediately became dissatisfied: "What kind of tone are you talking about, don't you trust me? Don't I look like someone who can graduate from college? I think back then when I hung my head on a beam and stabbed my buttocks, gouging the wall to steal light and studying hard, I took all four and six grades once." Flying at a low altitude, the school called up the surveillance video of the examination room and studied it three or four times, but did not find any cheating behavior... "

"The school doesn't trust you either," Chu Ci said with emotion.

Han Yue quickly scowled.

"I'm sorry I was wrong." Chu Ci said sincerely, "So why do you suddenly want to go back to study, what happened?"

Only then did Han Yue forcefully snort to express his understanding.

"Recently, the army is not in the limelight. Several old men are fighting tit for tat, which makes the people below very nervous. Two days ago, I had dinner with an old man. He suggested that I avoid it for a while. It is best to find a gentle and euphemistic excuse. I think of you I used to study on-the-job graduate students."

"Then I mentioned it a little bit, and the organization immediately recommended my place to the school... This should almost be done."

Before Chu Ci started studying as an in-service postgraduate, he met Han Yue, and his enemy's younger brother dangled in front of his eyes all day long, so he must not have the heart to think about it anymore. However, Han Yue has an instinctive respect for the matter of studying—it comes from a senior student's natural awe of a top student; so under his half-forced half-encouragement, Chu Ci finished the course with a high score. Master's Program.

Chu Ci nodded silently with her mouth half-opened, and said in her heart that you will have this day too.

Han Yue took a sip of the soup, and said after a while: "Actually... I also want to ask you if you want to take a Ph.D. exam or something."

"… what?"

"I see that you are at home every day, and you seem to be quite willing to study. Besides, although I go to school just as a formality, I may not be able to get a degree certificate, but it will definitely take up time and energy outside of work, and I will always leave you alone. Yes, it's not good."

Chu Ci was silent for a while, and the only sound in the room was the sound of tree branches being swayed by the strong wind outside the window.

"Don't you dislike me having too much contact with outsiders?" He asked after a while.

"I didn't understand many things in the past. We stumbled and had many problems. Later, you returned to Beijing and had an operation. Your body was very weak. Even if I had the heart, I wouldn't dare to take risks." Han Yue looked a little slightly Feeling helpless, he sighed and said, "But if you ask me now, I still hope that we can be together, establish a healthy and positive relationship with mutual trust, and live the lives of ordinary people... I feel that you are actually quite I want to continue my studies.”

"You're asking me if I'm 100 percent happy. That's not the point. But I'll support whatever you do, and I hope you know that."

Chu Ci lowered her eyes, staring at the wooden texture on the dining table, her gaze remained motionless.

After a while, he picked up the chopsticks and said lightly, "Let's talk about it."

Engineer Chu looked calm, but time did not allow him to think about it for a long time. He holds a master's degree certificate from his alma mater, so he would not choose another school for the postgraduate entrance examination, and the application deadline for that school is almost a month later.

Han Yue remained calm and observed carefully every day, and one day he finally found a science and engineering textbook "Dialectics of Nature" hidden in a pile of documents on Chu Ci's desk.

He squatted under the desk with a flashlight on, squinted his eyes and turned around for a long time. He proudly found that he could still understand about 20% of the content with his academic ability, so he hid the book back as it was, and left contentedly.

the next day