In October, the golden wind brings coolness and sweet osmanthus fragrance.
At one o'clock this afternoon, facing the bright golden sunlight, Xu Xinghe was discharged from the hospital.
Ling Changfeng had something to do, and it was still Qin Yuan and several other guards from the Marshal's Mansion who came to pick him up.
Xu Xinghe is also used to the busyness of Marshal Ling these days, so he is not at all surprised by Qin Yuan's arrival.
I just vaguely look forward to meeting tonight.
Ling Changfeng said in the email that he would go back early today to give himself a "surprise".
And I also prepared a small surprise for Ling Changfeng.
I don't know if he will like it.
The adjutant who came to pick him up complained that Marshal Ling should give him a raise, and took the luggage from Xu Xinghe's hand, and opened the back door for him himself: "Get in the car, let's go home."
Marshal Ling's pure black car was speeding on the empty track, and there were two other military vehicles clearing the way.
Xu Xinghe and Qin Yuan sat in front of the bar in the back seat of the car with excellent sound insulation. Xu Xinghe poured himself a glass of juice and asked Qin Yuan, "What do you want to drink? Are you so busy recently?"
Adjutant Qin shook his hand: "No, thank you... Isn't this just to make up for the two-week vacation, so the recent work should be brought forward and postponed, and things will be squeezed together. But don't worry, It's almost over soon."
Xu Xinghe was slightly taken aback: "Two weeks off?"
"Honeymoon vacation." Qin Yuan said, "Oh, by the way, the vacation location can be selected. Do you have any favorite places? Give me a few options, and I will help you arrange them."
Xu Xinghe: "..."
Seeing his expression, Qin Yuan was surprised and said: "You won't forget this, right? Otherwise, why do you think he is working so hard these days?"
Xu Xinghe looked at the sky. He really forgot about it!
Qin Yuan waved his hand and said, "It's okay, it's not a big problem. Anyway, Ark has already asked for leave for you. After Changfeng is done working for a while, your body should have almost recovered. When the time comes, the place will be determined. You can come back anytime." You can start your honeymoon."
Xu Xinghe struggled and said: "...not this problem."
The problem is, the same problem—
Ling Changfeng confessed to him.
This layer of relationship paper is now half-broken between them, which makes the planned honeymoon trip a little bit different.
What's the point of going on honeymoon together without agreeing to his confession
In this way, it all feels like hint and tacit approval.
The inconspicuous rumor even suddenly appeared in his mind.
Spend two full weeks alone with Ling Changfeng
Wouldn't it really be an "accident"
Qin Yuan persuaded him: "You should use these two weeks of vacation to travel and relax, isn't it good?"
Xu Xinghe whispered: "At first I thought it was pretty good..."
Originally, he readily accepted it, and even looked forward to the trip. Because he always likes to play around, just like what Qin Yuan said, even if this vacation is not a honeymoon with Ling Changfeng, it is a pretty good choice just as a half-month paid vacation.
However, after that night's confession, he could no longer regard this nominal honeymoon as a simple trip.
The so-called "simple travel" should be like when he travels with his classmates or colleagues, he has his own bed, space to be alone, the right to act alone, etc.
He and Ling Changfeng said that they were simply going on a trip, and they lied to ghosts
Will they live in separate rooms
Not only do they not separate the beds, they definitely don't even separate the beds!
Thinking of this, the image of him and Ling Changfeng having an awkward conversation together under the quilt appeared in Xu Xinghe's mind.
In the past, they shared a bed, so to speak, for the monitoring of the main brain system.
Now that I have confessed, I still have a bed...
Not suitable, really not suitable.
Qin Yuan looked at Xu Xinghe's tangled expression, and asked in a slow tone: "Do you have any concerns?"
Xu Xinghe: "..."
There are too many worries.
He took a sip of the juice, raised his eyes and asked Qin Yuan: "Tell me, can we live in separate rooms when we are traveling together?"
This time it was Qin Yuan's turn to be speechless.
The almighty adjutant was silent for a while, and tentatively said: "This...you should go directly to discuss it with Changfeng? The two of you will agree on your opinion, and then tell me the result."
Xu Xinghe: "..."
He didn't want to discuss this issue with Marshal Ling at all. No matter how he discussed it, it would be a pitfall, and he might be turned against the general.
Qin Yuan saw his worries, and comforted him: "Don't worry, if you really don't want the two of you to share a room, you can tell him directly, and he will definitely listen to you."
Xu Xinghe remained silent.
It's weird to take the initiative to mention this kind of thing.
While the two were chatting, the car had already arrived at its destination.
The tall black military vehicle landed slowly on the tarmac of the Marshal's Mansion, Qin Yuan patted Xu Xinghe on the shoulder and said: "Forget it, the time and place have not been fixed yet, why did you start thinking about the problem of getting up or not sharing beds in advance? Don’t think about it, there must be a way for the car to reach the mountain, let’s think about what to eat tonight.”
After a pause, he smiled at him again: "Welcome home."
When he entered the Marshal's Mansion, He Han, the chief of staff, had been waiting at the door for a long time.
A group of orderlies in the house even organized a welcome parade, with fireworks, paintballs, cakes and champagne, as well as people cheering, which made Xu Xinghe a little flattered.
Xiaoqi was changed into a princess dress, and she squatted obediently at the door, wagging her tail and waiting for its owner's return with the orderlies.
Aaron was beside it, silently hooking up Xiaoqi's fluffy tail with his own long tail, and then gently arched it with the tip of his nose.
Xu Xinghe half-jokingly complained that Xiao Qi didn't miss him at all, but in fact he didn't.
The moment the blue-eyed Braddor cat saw its owner, it spread its short legs and pounced on it, even ignoring the little boyfriend beside it.
As soon as Xu Xinghe caught his baby Xiao Qi, he felt a ball of fluffy flesh bumped into his arms, he couldn't help but "tsk tsk" twice, and looked down at Xiao Qi: "Why are you getting fatter? Seems like you're doing fine while I'm not around?"
Xiao Qi opened her big innocent blue eyes, turned over in the arms of her master, revealing her soft belly, and then let out a contented grunting sound.
The warm afternoon sun streams in through the open door.
It fell on Xu Xinghe, coating his whole body with a layer of golden light.
Xu Xinghe raised his head, looking at the familiar faces around him, his heart suddenly felt warm.
From the moment he stepped into this door, he felt a little relief and peace of mind for no reason.
This subtle feeling made him have to admit that the Marshal's Mansion does feel like a family now.
Xu Xinghe stood amidst the confetti of fireworks all over the floor, and smiled at everyone: "Thank you everyone, I'm back."
He put down the cat, and suddenly remembered something: "By the way, I'm cooking tonight. What do you want to eat? I'll make more for dinner, let's eat together."
After finishing speaking, he turned to Qin Yuan and said, "Are you busy? If you're not busy, stay and eat together."
Unexpectedly, as soon as the words came out, the cheers suddenly stopped.
He Han was taken aback for a moment, his expression became a little strange: "Thank you, but..."
He thought about it, and felt that there was no need to hide this matter, and he couldn't hide it: "The marshal is in the kitchen now, and he said that he will be in charge of today's dinner."
"..."
Xu Xinghe was shocked, and Qin Yuan beside him was also shocked.
"Huh? What???" The mouth of the Marshal's adjutant directly opened into an "O" shape, as if he had suddenly lost his ability to organize language. After a while, he asked tremblingly: "Yuan, Marshal is in the kitchen now. ?!"
He Han nodded, awkwardly said: "Yes."
Qin Yuan swallowed.
After a moment of sluggishness, he suddenly became happy.
He recovered from the shock and resumed his usual laughing attitude. While lamenting in his heart how much change love brings to people, he tilted his head and smiled at Xu Xinghe: "Let's go! Let's go to the kitchen to see our dear Lord Marshal."
Xu Xinghe was also on the spot of petrification, unable to speak for a long time.
Marshal Ling’s cooking incident had a secondary impact on him, and more importantly, he suddenly thought of what Ling Changfeng said that night—“I can slowly learn about things you are interested in in the future. Thank you I will try to understand the topic of interest."
At that time, he thought Ling Changfeng was just talking casually, but he didn't expect him to be serious.
Xu Xinghe and Qin Yuan walked together on the tiles of the promenade, feeling a little queasy in their hearts.
Qin Yuan was there to watch the excitement, but he himself was not.
He didn't even know what he was here for.
Anyway, when he came back to his senses, he had already walked through the corridor and arrived at the door of the kitchen.
Ling Changfeng was actually cooking.
But the kitchen was not as chaotic as everyone imagined.
Marshal Ling stood in the middle of the spacious kitchen in a white home shirt, his brows were slightly frowned, and he was seriously studying with a tablet.
While checking the recipes, he directed several domestic robots to work in the kitchen.
Xu Xinghe laughed, he really thought that Ling Changfeng planned to do it himself and learn to cook fried rice.
But it's fine now, Marshal Ling is probably born to be a commander, even in the kitchen, he can command all the kitchen and bathroom robots in an orderly manner.
The food in the pot looks decent, it's just...
Xu Xinghe sniffed the smell in the air, always felt that the food smelled a bit strange.
Hearing footsteps behind him, Ling Changfeng's ears moved slightly, and he turned his head.
A trace of surprise flashed in the different pupils.
He raised his hand and looked at the time: "Didn't you say you'll be back at three o'clock?"
Xu Xinghe smiled, raised his eyebrows slightly: "Is this the 'surprise' you said in the email and wanted to prepare for me?"
Ling Changfeng tidied up his shirt, nodded lightly: "Yeah."
This pretentious ability can be said to be excellent, or maybe he is like this in nature, as if he is not born with the emotion of embarrassment, so he can maintain a calm and composed appearance at all times.
Xu Xinghe walked into the kitchen, came to the electronic stove, and seemed to show great interest in Marshal Ling's cooking skills: "Is this fish soup cooked? Is it ready to drink?"
Marshal Ling glanced at the set time, nodded and said: "You can drink it, but it may taste slightly astringent now, and it will taste better after a while."
"It's okay, I'll taste it first." Xu Xinghe said, picked up a small spoon at the side, scooped a spoonful of soup out of the pot, and blew on it twice.
Then, under Ling Changfeng's unwavering gaze, he poured the soup into his mouth.
Xu Xinghe: "..."
He maintained the movement of holding the spoon in his mouth, and his facial muscles suddenly became a little stiff.
Qin Yuan asked curiously: "What? It's so delicious that you're stunned?"
Xu Xinghe turned his head away and blinked dryly at him.
Seeing this, Qin Yuan became even more curious, so he also stepped forward and picked up the spoon: "I'll try it too!"
He put some fish soup in a bowl, and swallowed it in one gulp.
The next moment, he suddenly coughed violently.
"Cough cough cough cough cough!"
Qin Yuan was so choked that tears were about to come out, and he looked at his parent officer sadly, "No, your fish soup—cough, cough—why is it sour??"
Adjutant Qin, who had a classmate friendship with Marshal Ling for many years, has always been outspoken in some respects, and never buys into his parents.
For example, at this moment, if he hadn't been so choked up that he couldn't say a complete sentence, he would definitely use a long speech to criticize the weird and unpalatable fish soup.
How can a pot of fish soup that looks so normal be so unpalatable?
Ling Changfeng frowned slightly when he heard the words.
He directed the kitchen and bathroom robot to make it strictly according to the recipe, and it stands to reason that the taste will not be wrong.
He turned his gaze to Xu Xinghe, wanting to ask for proof.
The latter swallowed the fish soup with difficulty, and said euphemistically, "Could you have misread the recipe?"
So Marshal Ling also came over, scooped up a spoonful of fish soup from the pot, and drank it...
Immediately, the frown deepened.
There was a trace of puzzled emotion in the different pupils: "How could this be?"
Seeing this, Qin Yuan burst out laughing.
It had been a long time since he saw such a confused expression on Ling Changfeng's face.
He understands that this is probably because in Chief Ling's world, one is one and two is two. Once the plan is implemented as expected, the expected results will be achieved.
So at this moment, their omnipotent Marshal Ling really didn't understand why the soup he made according to the recipe step by step had the opposite taste from what he imagined.
Fortunately, Marshal Ling did not make unreasonable troubles to the point of turning black and white.
He sighed slightly in his heart, and said to Xu Xinghe: "It's not tasty, don't eat it."
As he spoke, he lowered his eyes slightly.
Xu Xinghe took a closer look and realized that Ling Changfeng's eyelashes are actually very long.
At this moment, the long eyelashes were slightly lowered, covering the originally sharp eyes.
He couldn't see his eyes, but he could feel his emotions.
So a nondescript metaphor suddenly appeared in Xu Xinghe's mind—
If Marshal Ling was a cat, then it would probably have a straight face at the moment, kicking its paws and nestling in a corner, patting the ground with its tail unhappily...
Thinking of this, the corners of Xu Xinghe's mouth twitched, and he laughed silently.
He rolled up his sleeves very calmly, turned around and asked Ling Changfeng: "What did you want for dinner?"
Marshal Ling pursed his lips and replied truthfully: "Yam porridge, fish soup, stewed chicken with Hericium erinaceus...these are simple dishes, but they are good for the stomach."
Xu Xinghe thought for a while: "I seem to be able to do these too."
Ling Changfeng was slightly taken aback, and looked up at him.
Xu Xinghe had already come to the pool and began to clean his hands: "Isn't this yam already peeled? Don't waste it."
Then he turned his head and smiled at Ling Changfeng: "Let me come to dinner, can you help me?"
Marshal Ling nodded, and readily stepped forward to help.
The sun shines through the glass skylight, casting golden light evenly on the two of them.
The room is full of warmth.
"Please pass me the sea salt... No, I said the second box on the left, the one you took is refined salt..."
"How come there are sweet potatoes and millet here?"
"It's also used to make porridge. It is said to nourish the stomach."
"... My stomach is not so fragile."
"Would you like sweet porridge or salty porridge?"
"It will be all right."
"The sweet porridge and the salty porridge?"
"Listen to you."
Qin Yuan stood at the door of the kitchen, feeling a little redundant.
Moreover, the two masters of the Marshal's Mansion were busy in the kitchen, and he was not very embarrassed to stick here like a wooden stick and enjoy his success.
So he asked politely and politely: "How about... I will help too?"
As soon as the words fell, the two people who were busy turned around at the same time.
Xu Xinghe blinked in surprise, his expression seemed to be asking: "Why are you still here?"
Ling Changfeng glanced at him indifferently, as if to say, "Why don't you get out."
Qin Yuan: "..."
He swallowed: "Then I go?"
Marshal Ling nodded in satisfaction, and told him: "Don't get close to Aaron, it will scratch you. Don't try to touch Xiao Qi, Aaron will scratch you."
After speaking, he turned around and continued to help Xu Xinghe.
Behind him, Qin Yuan was full of question marks: "Then what am I doing?"
Marshal Ling didn't turn his head back, but there was still a bit of disgust in his voice: "Go upstairs and drink tea."
The disgusted Adjutant Qin: "..."
He turned and went upstairs angrily.
This home is simply too much to stay in!