At the end of June, Zuo You no longer went to the military headquarters for training, and Zuo Shengyan used to go out early and return late, and now he often stays all night.
The suitcase was placed next to the living room. Qing Ruo, Zuo You, and Aunt Fang saluted. Zuo Shengyan explained it two days ago, and they were ready to leave at any time. With the spread of the war, even the residential area of the military headquarters would not Safe again.
Not long after lunch, Aunt Fang was still embroidering, as if her homework was interrupted before teaching Zuo You.
Qing Ruo pointed to the words on the book, she read, Zuo You read along, and at the same time wrote down on the exercise book, Qing Ruo watched him write, and pointed out where he was wrong.
The door of the living room was open, and Zuo Shengyan's car drove into the yard.
There is a lot of dust on the black car body, and it looks even dirtier when it is reflected under the sunlight at noon.
It's been a long time since Zuo Shengyan came back at noon, almost every few days. When he came back early in the morning, he hurriedly changed a set of clothes, explained a few words, and left.
And this time with Cheng Jin.
Another black vehicle followed behind, and it was Liu Cheng who was driving after stopping for a mile.
He didn't need to speak, the scenes like this already showed that something was going on.
Aunt Fang put down the things in her hand, sat on the sofa nervously and watched Zuo Shengyan lead the two into the room with big strides.
Zuo You was still holding the pen in his hand, turning his head up to look at Zuo Shengyan's serious face.
Zuo Shengyan entered the room, the two people behind him greeted Aunt Fang and Qingruo, Zuo You stood up from the chair and said hello.
Zuo Shengyan waved his hand, and Cheng Jin and Liu Cheng went straight to the suitcase that had been standing in the corner.
Aunt Fang sighed, and tightly pinched her sleeves with her palms, "Aunt Fang, what else do you need to bring, go pack it now."
Aunt Fang shook her head, after thinking about it, she got up and walked to the room, "I'll go and have a look."
Zuo Shengyan walked up to Zuo You, tall and condescending, "Xiaoyou, you still have things to take away, go and pack now, ten minutes."
Zuo You pursed his lips, with a serious face, nodded and turned around to clean up the books and papers on the table.
Zuo Shengyan took a long breath, turned to face Qing Ruo who had been looking at him softly since he entered the door, raised his hand to stroke her hair, she chuckled, Zuo Shengyan directly hugged him in his arms.
Liu Cheng and Cheng Jin were still in the living room. Seeing Zuo Shengyan's actions, they didn't open their mouths, and their eyes didn't change at all. They were very tired. The eyes of the three men were bloodshot, and they all cheered up. Fortitude is like an old city wall, forever strong.
Qing Ruo put a hand on his shoulder and let Zuo Shengyan carry her up the stairs.
Zuo Shengyan took big steps, only took one step on the two steps, and carried her up to the third floor and into the room with a thumping sound.
Qingruo's things have basically been moved from the second floor to Zuo Shengyan's room, and there are not many things brought over. Now there is another suitcase in the living room, basically only one or two cheongsams are left hanging in the closet, and clothes A shawl hanging on a hat rack.
Zuo Shengyan closed the door, put Qing Ruo down and directly leaned against the door to hug her tightly.
Without saying a word, his arms kept tightening, so clear that his whole body felt like he was about to suffocate.
Zuo Shengyan lowered his head to kiss her, lingering but fierce, half licking and half tearing, his cold breath became heavy and long.
Qing Ruo hugged his body back, and patted his back comfortingly.
Zuo Shengyan gradually calmed down, bent slightly, leaned his head on her shoulder, closed his eyes, and said softly, "Qing Ruo, I'm sorry."
In the end, he still had to say sorry to her.
Qing Ruo chuckled, and patted his back again, like a reed in the wind, soft but tough, "Don't worry, I will protect them."
Zuo Shengyan raised his head, hugged her sides and looked down at her. His eyes met hers. He wanted to ask her if she could do it. When the words came to his lips, he changed to another sentence, "Are you afraid?"
Qingruo nodded, with a gentle curve on the corner of her mouth, "I'm afraid, but I'm not afraid, and there are Xiaoyou and Aunt Fang, I can't be afraid."
Zuo Shengyan raised his hand and stroked her hair, "I can only send you away before the situation is completely out of control. The last base camp is our last guarantee."
Qing Ruo nodded, and raised her hand to hold his hand on top of her head. She hasn't had much rest recently. Not only is Zuo Shengyan's face tired, but even the skin on his hands has traces.
She put his big palm on her own and rubbed it lightly, watching his bloodshot eyes and confessing her distress. "Be careful yourself, we are waiting for you."
Zuo Shengyan just looked at her like this, with distressed, tolerant, brave and fearless eyes. Her face was always soft and full of spring breeze. With such eyes, it should have been contradictory, but now that it appeared on her face, it was just Like the moon that appears at the turn of day and night, it naturally carries the strength of life cycle.
Zuo Shengyan laughed suddenly, "Qing Ruo, I was really scared before going home, really." He took two steps back, and distanced himself a little from her before, and the entanglement and stickiness of the two people rushed in. "But looking at you now, I suddenly believe that we will win in the end."
Qing Ruo smiled and nodded, "Well, this country is ours in the end."
"Hey." Half sighing and half responding, Zuo Shengyan pinched her face, it felt very good, her skin was delicate, while his fingers were rough, after pinching twice and letting go, there was already a slight blush mark.
Probably because of some pain, Qing Ruo frowned slightly, but said nothing, walked around him and walked to the empty dressing table.
Zuo Shengyan didn't know what she was going to do, so he didn't make a sound, and followed her quietly, if he sat down, he stood behind.
Qing Ruo took out the scissors from the drawer, and put down the hair she was holding. The soft hair was let go and fell down freely, almost to the waist.
Qing Ruo looked at the mirror, gestured to herself, pulled the hair from the neck and scissored without any hesitation.
Zuo Shengyan's whole body was stiff behind her, and he couldn't even look away.
Qing Ruo found out the rope from the drawer, there was no red one, took the black rope and tied up the cut hair, combed it twice with her fingers, and put it in the drawer.
The hair is very long, and the drawer is too straight to fit, and it is folded inside.
Qingruo took the scissors and trimmed the corners of her hair in front of the mirror. The fine hairs scattered from the edge of the scissors and fell on her neck, the light-colored cheongsam, and the light-colored floor.
The sound of scissors clicking was mixed with her gentle and firm words, "I hope I can see you next time when I have long hair, and I will wait for you to give me hair."
Zuo Shengyan clenched his hands behind his back tightly into fists and squeezed them tightly. He let go of his arms and tightened his arms close to the top of her hair. He made two small movements, retracted his hands, and stabilized his trembling voice. Nodding and agreeing, "Okay."
After trimming her hair, Qing Ruo put the scissors back in the drawer, stood up and shook off the broken hair on her body, then turned around and said, "Since we have to leave, long hair is too troublesome, so cut it."
"En." Zuo Shengyan nodded, and bent forward to remove the fine hair on Bo's neck for her.
Qingruo stopped her hand, grabbed his military uniform, lowered her head and let his rough fingers brush off the hair on her neck bit by bit.
The military uniform hadn't been changed for several days, it was not clean, and there were many traces of dust, Qingruo sighed, patted his clothes lightly, but couldn't remove anything, put his arms around his waist and leaned against his arms.
"Sheng Yan."
Zuo Shengyan stopped, stretched his arms around her thin body, and wanted to hug her tightly, but he didn't dare to use force because she was too thin and tender.
Hoarse voice agreed, "Well, I'm here."
"I will protect Xiaoyou. Before I die."
A tear from Zuo Shengyan pattered down from the socket of her eye, ran down her cheek and hit her hair from the corner of the wheel.
"Clear as..."
Qing Ruo leaned into his arms and shook her head, signaling him not to say anything.
Zuo Shengyan stopped speaking, hugged her, her smell was in the breath of his nostrils, and her touch was in his arms.
The two leaned against each other quietly for a while, Qing Ruo withdrew from his embrace first, "Let's go, Xiaoyou and Aunt Fang should be waiting below."
Zuo Shengyan nodded silently and followed her out.
Qing Ruo reached out to open the door of the room, Zuo Shengyan pulled her arm, Qing Ruo turned around, her eyes were smiling and gentle, and her words were gentle, "What's wrong?"
Zuo Shengyan pursed his lips, her short hair made her look younger than her actual age, her small face was so delicate, he suppressed the darkness in his heart, and said in a deep voice, "If I die..."
Qingruo interrupted him with a smile, raised one hand and made a gesture of assurance, "I will raise Xiaoyou to grow up."
Zuo Shengyan twitched the corners of his mouth, and suddenly some vicious emotions spread, "And then, marry again or come to me?" As soon as he finished speaking, he himself said in a sarcastic tone, "Oh, don't use the word remarry, you didn't marry yourself Pass."
Qing Ruo froze for a moment, dropped her hand on the door railing, and turned back to face him.
"Do you want me to come to you?"
Her words were light, without anger, not even resentment.
Looking at the eyes, light, like fog.
Zuo Shengyan squinted at her, suddenly picked her up and threw her on the bed behind her, pressed her whole body on her chin with one hand and bit her lips, with a cold and harsh voice, "I hope, I hope you Always by my side, don't leave for a second..."
He bit hard, as if the corner of his mouth was broken, and the smell of blood spread between their lips.
Zuo Shengyan pressed her body and stretched out his hand to pull her cheongsam, his palm rested on the neckline, tears fell down, he licked her bitten lip and did not make any other movements.
Qing Ruo turned her head, tears slid down the bed.
His tears hit her face, mixed with her own tears, rolling all over her face, and the bed under her cheeks was also wet.
Zuo Shengyan stopped crying, sat up without saying a word and hugged her in his arms, his lips fell on the top of her hair, he hugged her like a child and patted her on the back gently.
"This is really a family enmity, and all those little Japanese must be dead." Zuo Shengyan closed his eyes and lowered his head to kiss her neck from the top of her hair all the way down to her neck. The hair stuck to his lips, and Zuo Shengyan rubbed it off her collar, "If I die, I will marry someone who is good to you. Xiaoyou... find someone who is good to you, and also to Xiaoyou." .”
Qing Ruo didn't speak, Zuo Shengyan hugged her and stood up, put her on the ground, straightened her skirt and smoothed her hair, watched her little face that was crying so close to kiss and lick her, The salty taste in his mouth made his heart ache all over his body.
Pull her out.
When the two passed by the second floor and were about to reach the first floor, Zuo Shengyan turned around again. He walked two steps ahead, raised his head slightly to see Ruo clearly, frowned tightly, and said dryly, "If I die Are you really going to find someone to marry?"
Qingruo laughed, tilted her head and stuck out her tongue to lick the place where he had bitten her, but didn't answer.
Zuo Shengyan looked at her with pursed lips, and waited for a long time without her answer.
The eyes that have cried are clear and moist, and the lips that have been bitten look even more attractive.
He sighed, pinched his thigh with the other hand through his pants, turned around and continued to lead her down the stairs.
**
I regret.
Life is my person, death is my ghost.
Not allowed to marry.
—[Black box]