Cen Zhengnian had already walked to the bedside. He was about to lift the quilt and get into bed. When he heard Chu Xia's words, he looked up at her with joy in his eyes.
His wife cares about him so much, and whenever he thinks of this, he can't help but feel sweet in his heart.
He explained to her in a serious tone: "I have never had any private contact with Fang Lingling. When I was at the base, I only focused on my work, so the popularity you mentioned probably didn't happen."
He also carefully recalled the life in the base and the staff around him, and was sure that Fang Lingling was the only one who was not focused on work.
Chu Xia was stunned for a moment when she heard his serious answer. She was actually just joking, but Cen Zhengnian explained it so seriously, as if he was afraid that she would misunderstand.
"I..." She opened her mouth, not knowing what to say.
Cen Zhengnian had already gotten on the bed and sat next to her. He reached out and held her hand: "I know, I was just afraid that you would misunderstand."
He knew that Chu Xia had no intention of accusing him, and even if she did, it was fine, as it was the way it should be. But in this kind of situation, he didn't want Chu Xia to have any misunderstandings at all.
Chuxia's heart was shocked. She looked at Cen Zhengnian and her heart seemed to skip a beat. It was like a drop of honey dripped on her, and a faint sweetness floated up.
"I didn't misunderstand." Chu Xia quickly looked away, fearing that if she looked at him a few more times, she would lose control of her heartbeat even more.
Cen Zheng laughed out loud: "Yeah."
Chu Xia listened to his laughter and suddenly felt her face getting a little hot. Her hand unconsciously held the book that she had just placed next to her, and her heartbeat quickened again.
"Did you see the words?" Cen Zhengnian suddenly asked.
Chuxia took a while to react before she remembered what he said and the poem written on the paper. She blushed and her face became even hotter.
"I have read it." Chu Xia pursed her lips and tried to remain calm as she asked, "Why did you think of writing "Zi Jin"?"
The meaning of this poem is so clear that Chuxia couldn't help but feel her ears getting hot when she thought that it was written to her by Cen Zhengnian.
Cen Zhengnian leaned against the headboard, looking very relaxed. He said with a gentle smile, "When I was writing it, I felt that this poem best suited my mood."
He really missed his wife and children. When he was working, he was fully focused on his work, but when he took a break, the images of him and Chu Xia An'an filled his entire mind.
Cen Zhengnian wanted to accompany An An to school, to help Chu Xia with her homework at night and answer her questions, and to be able to see their faces when he woke up in the morning. That feeling of happiness was indescribable.
Once you have tasted it, you will be addicted and can never quit.
Cen Zhengnian asked her what she thought of his handwriting.
Chu Xia thought for a moment and said, "It's better than what I wrote."
"How does it compare with grandpa's?" Cen Zhengnian looked at her, the tenderness in his eyes seemed to be able to melt people.
Chu Xia quickly avoided his gaze and said quickly, "You two have different styles, there's no comparison. But I think Grandpa's handwriting is free and easy, while your handwriting seems to be carrying something, a bit heavy."
Cen Zhengnian was stunned for a moment, with a complicated look in his eyes. He did bear a lot of responsibilities and sometimes felt tired.
But he dared not relax. He was afraid that he would not be able to complete the tasks assigned to him by the country and the leaders. No one could predict what the future would be like. They could only move forward, correct their mistakes and move on.