As a result, the dagger didn't want to come back.
Shao Qing was not going to tell Meng Shen that she was Qinghuang. She didn't want to mention the things that have passed. Looking at Meng Shen's expectant eyes, Shao Qing wanted to say that Qinghuang was dead, but in the end it was I couldn't help but change her mouth: "She was injured. After recovering, her body couldn't keep up with the intensity of the task, so she was discharged. I heard that she had already transferred back to work and married her son."
Meng Shen opened his mouth, but didn't say anything. He lowered his head slightly, unable to conceal the disappointment between his eyebrows and eyes. After a long time, he said: "She is doing well and I am relieved. Originally... I thought. Return the dagger to her."
"She doesn't need it anymore." Shao Qing got up and said, "I'll go and see if I have cooked food."
Meng Shen nodded and held the dagger tightly. There were some things that he couldn't forget. Whenever he dreamed back at midnight, he would dream of the white hand and gently pull him up, even in the smoke-filled space. Here, he could smell the faint scent of her body, very shallow.
He had inquired about the people who participated in that mission several times, but Shao Qing was in a secret army and could not reveal any news at all. The only thing Meng Shen knew was that her name was Qinghuang.
Then, after a long, long time, just when he thought he would never find her again, and would never get any news about her again, Shao Qing told him that the man he dreamed of had already retired from the army and returned home to marry someone. .
In the end, it was just a vague unrequited love. Perhaps to death, Qinghuang wouldn't know that there was someone who had fallen in love at first sight and loved her unforgettable.
Seeing that Shao Qing was about to walk up the stairs, Meng Shen couldn't help but asked, "What is her real name?"
Shao Qing paused, shook her head, and walked upstairs. Yan Hanqing wore an apron and walked out of the kitchen. The apron was provided by Shao Qing. The small floral pink apron looked very girlish.
At the beginning, Yan Hanqing was a little bit ashamed, but now he can wear an apron calmly as a cook.
"I boiled fresh milk for the baby. Would you like to add some sugar?" Yan Hanqing asked in a low voice. Shao Qing thought for a while, and said according to Xiao Baozi's hobby: "A spoonful of sugar can't be digested if he is too much, and he has to vomit it in the end. "
Yan Hanqing nodded and turned around to add sugar. His back is very broad, his back is as solid as a mountain, full of security.
Now she is wearing a pink belt, which looks a little ridiculous, but it makes Shao Qing feel very warm and at ease. Like her, people who are accustomed to being born to death, hovering on the edge of death, what they desire most is warmth and a sense of security. .
That's why she fell so quickly when Lin Qifan poured her gentleness on her. At that time, Shao Qing felt that she had found her lifelong support and found a man who was willing to be her solid backing.
Later, I learned that there is a kind of man, wearing a gentle coat, accustomed to sweet talk, and put his conscience away from the sky.
Shao Qing leaned on the door frame and sighed: "If the person I met in the first place was you, it would be great."
Yan Hanqing couldn't help shaking his hands and spilled half a spoonful of sugar in. He silently stirred the milk with a spoon to prevent it from overflowing. When it was almost done, he stopped the fire and brought the milk pot down.
"I'm going to wake up the baby." Shao Qing did not sigh any more. When she returned to her room, she naturally couldn't see it. Yan Hanqing looked at how gentle her eyes were.
Called Xiao Baozi to get up and drank the milk, then Shao Qing wiped off the milky beard around her mouth for Xiao Baozi, before holding him out for a walk.