Volume 1 Chapter 70: Going Out on a Date

  Zhao Ganqun turned his head back and lectured Song Shuyu: "It's all you, when did your mouth become so loose?"

  "If you care too much, what are you going to do when you go up? She loves to be nosy, if you care less, she won't end up in this situation."

  Song Shuyu bit his lip and turned black, he waved his hand impatiently, with a look of annoyance: "Let's go, let's go, what are you making noise here for? We'll be going down soon."

  Xiang Hong also smiled awkwardly at Zhao Gan Kun: "Sorry, let everyone worry, you all go down first, I'll rest for a while."

  Zhao Qiankun raised his hand and took the equipment of the two men, distributing it to others. He waved his hand and led the group away.

  The two of them watched as everyone else shouldered their backpacks and rifles and ran down the mountain, only then did they withdraw their gaze and look at each other. Song Shuyu felt both heartache and regret:

  "Come on, you can't even run properly, why don't you just give up? A 19-year-old male athlete in the Guangzhou marathon ran to the end of the Guangzhou section and died of cardiac overload a few days ago. Nineteen years old, in his prime, only two years older than you."

  Song Shuyu couldn't help but scold her.

  Xiang Hong smiled awkwardly: "Hehe, I've always been lucky, every time I break through the limit, I have similar experiences. I shouldn't have said that one sentence, exhausting my breath and fainting; that feeling was really too terrifying, fortunately you're here."

  She raised her small hand and grasped Song Shuyu's large hand, which had a faintly damp sweat in his palm.

  "What's wrong? So tense I am? Hehe, so to speak, this one faint is quite a bargain." San Hong hooked his hand and pinched him.

  Song Shuyu let go of her hand, pulled out a tissue to wipe her hands, was silent for a while, and sighed helplessly, entangled in an unusual knot:

  "Do you think I'd really faint wherever you are and bully you there? Are you torturing yourself like this just to avoid being bullied by me?"

  "You knew I was just scaring you, how could I bear to?"

  The voice got smaller and smaller until it was almost a whisper.

  Xiang Hong smiled, her little face red: "At first I thought so, with a bit of a defiant look, but later on, what supported me to run up was actually your exemplary role;

  "Such a long distance, and your physical strength is not much different from mine. You can actually muster up the courage to chase after him, and you even caught up with and surpassed Captain Zhao! It really makes me admire you; how could I be so much weaker than you?"

  Song Shuwei heard the admiration and praise in her words, his heart felt sweet and his mouth couldn't help but curve into a smile, he said with some embarrassment:

  "Did you see? Didn't I tell you not to look up? Not listening."

  Xiang Hong pouted and lowered her eyelids: "How can you possibly not look at me? Can you really do it without looking at me?"

  Song Shuwei shook his head speechlessly and ran upwards, how could he look downwards?

  "Maybe we feel differently, hehe, anyway, you're my lifesaver." Xiang Hong smiled sweetly.

  "Benefactor who saved my life? What's in it for you? Are you now thinking of offering your body as payment?"

  Song Shuyu didn't play along with her joke.

  "You rascal, always thinking of rogue things." Xiang Hong said, rolling her eyes and staring at the sky in silence. "Can I get up now? I don't feel anything different from usual."

  "Hmm, if you're feeling uncomfortable, I can carry you down the mountain." Song Shuyu said with some concern.

  "Thanks, I'll let you know if I don't feel well," said Sang Hong, sitting up and propping himself up with his arm.

  Her legs, which had been trembling with fatigue from exercising, were soon pulled into Song Shuyu's arms, who wrapped his hands around her back and pointed to the east: "Look, the sun is out."

  Xiang Hong looked in the direction of his finger, and saw that the east was filled with a magnificent and resplendent glow, where the sun rose.

  The sunrise is always so magnificent!

  Nature is so wonderful and beautiful, they quietly watch the scenery.

  Although it wasn't their first morning waking up together, it was absolutely their first time watching the sunrise together.

  She felt unprecedented happiness, having such a bosom to rely on. This man yearned to share everything he had with her and, apart from being exceptionally outstanding, also knew to remind her to watch the sunrise. Shouldn't she be content?

  He is not unfamiliar with romance.

  She secretly made up her mind to know that cherishing the blessing, and also to take it slow. It's not easy for a man who is almost woodenly silent to say such tender words. Moreover, she clearly felt that his words over the past two days were much more dense than usual.

  Song Shuwei patted her back and squatted down, indicating for her to get on his back.

  Xiang Hong gazed at that broad back that made her drool, hesitating, aching, reluctant to part with it, and entangled.

  "Come up." Song Shuwei's tone was an unyielding strong command.

  "Alas... you're also tired, or else..." The consideration in her heart took precedence, and Xiang Hong softly declined.

  "Carrying you won't be tiring, come on, take a break for a while. When you feel better, we can go down and run." Song Shuyu didn't intend to get up.

  Although Sang Hong was extremely happy and couldn't wait to stick to his back, the excitement in her heart and the unexpected surprise made her unsure of how to express herself, hesitating about what posture to use to climb up.

  It is either openly and boldly pouncing on his back, showing oneself to be open-minded, or shyly and gently leaning down, showing one's own delight.

  She finally decided to listen to the call from her heart, leaning forward and placing her small palm on his shoulder. Song Shuyu raised his hand, grasped her wrist, stood up, and wrapped her legs around his waist, striding forward with a powerful pace.

  His strength and stride gave her a full sense of security, she couldn't help but recall the broad back of her father in her childhood, she felt how lucky she was to receive so much care from him.

  ……

  Two people chatted and laughed as they walked down the mountain, and in the afternoon, they conducted some simple training. Song Shuyu pretended to be nonchalant while observing her reaction, but didn't see anything out of the ordinary, yet he still couldn't put his mind at ease.

  After lunch, Song Shuyu said that no matter what, he had to drive her to the hospital for a check-up. He didn't want to experience that moment of terror again. Thinking back to what Qin Luoshui had said, her mother's congenital heart disease, and having just undergone a coronary bypass surgery, he was secretly worried.

  Xiang Hong instinctively thought of the female military doctor he knew, and couldn't help but feel a little resistant. But then she thought that they would meet sooner or later, and with him by her side, what a great opportunity to take on the challenge, why be afraid!

  ……

  They soon arrived at the Military District Hospital, where Song Shuyu took Sang Hong to see a famous cardiovascular doctor, who had always been a proponent of Mei Lan's expertise.

  Mei Lan wore a white coat, mask, hat and gloves, fully armed in her own clinic.

  That crane standing in a flock of chickens generally has an elegant and refined figure, even if only revealing a pair of phoenix eyes, it also shows extraordinary and unconventional temperament.

  At noon time, there were hardly any people around.

  Her beautiful eyes sparkled as soon as she saw Song Shuyu, and she immediately narrowed them with a gentle and affectionate gaze. She even stood up, took off her mask, removed her gloves, and elegantly extended her hand.

  Song Shuoye shook hands with him briefly and let go: "Hello, long time no see."

  She smiled and greeted him:

  "You also know it's been a long time? Why didn't you come see me? Not even a phone call after the military exercise."

  Her delicate face, tinged with a hint of sulking and anger, exuded a subtle charm. Song Shuyu smiled calmly and said:

  "Hehe, I'm busy, aren't I? But as soon as I have some free time, I'll come over." He chuckled fluently.

  Mei Lan'er couldn't help but notice the implication in his words and looked him up and down: "What's wrong, it's rare to see you so worried?"

  Song Shuwei then remembered and reached out to pull out the little girl hiding behind him.

  Sang Hong had nowhere to hide, so she could only pretend to be cute and poke her head out to smile at her: "Hello, Dr. Mei."

  Song Shuwei was taken aback, he hadn't even introduced himself yet, how did she already know him?

  "Hello, hehe, Shu Ye, this is...?" Her elegant voice trailed off slightly as she turned her head to look at him, waiting for an answer.

  "Mei jie, this is my girlfriend Sang Hong, let's get acquainted." Song Shuyu introduced her calmly.

  Girlfriend!

  Mei Lan's smile on her face was somewhat unsustainable, her eyes swept over the gloves on the table, and it would be impolite to put them on now. She could only force a smile and politely extend her right hand, saying:

  "Oh, hello, you're also from the troops?"

  Xiang Hong looked at her with a gesture full of disgust, stretched out her hand to symbolically touch the tip of her finger, and smiled:

  "Ah, I'm a soldier, nice to see you. Just look at my hand, it's filthy! I just came from the training grounds and didn't have time to wash up. He insisted on dragging me over here to get checked out. Look at me, do I really look like I'm sick?"

  Mei Lan'er listened to her words, glanced at her holding Song Shu Yu's hand and swaying back and forth, suddenly the smile on her face struggled a bit, her eyes occasionally glanced at her own right hand that had been touched by Sang Hong.

  "Mischievous." Song Shuoye stretched out his hand to pinch her face, his fingers swirling around before using his fingertips to flick her forehead in punishment.

  He turned his head seriously and said to Mei Laner: "Don't listen to her nonsense, she has washed her hands many times."

  "Wow, your girlfriend is really cute." This explanation made Mei Lan'er extremely puzzled. No matter how many times she washed her hands, it still sounded like "this place has no silver", wasn't he clearly telling his little girlfriend about her taboo? This little woman was still so wicked, truly detestable.

  She blinked and rubbed her right hand, still in doubt, but she made a rational effort to distract herself from the matter of washing hands.

  "They say doctors are clean freaks, the thing they do most every day is washing hands, haha, she just wants to observe the reaction." Xiang Hong spoke in a deliberately sweet and childish tone.

  Meilan pursed her lips and politely got straight to the point: "Where are you uncomfortable?"

  "It's comfortable everywhere." San Hong shrugged slightly uncooperatively.

  Song Shuwei opened his mouth with a good temper: "Honghong, don't make trouble," and then said to Mei Lan'er, "She had special training today, carrying heavy loads across the field, running to the top of the mountain and suddenly stopping breathing for a short time. I want to bring her here to check her heart, and also come to see you."

  "Oh, has your heart ever had such a situation?" Mei Lan'er asked very gently.

  "Never have." Sang Hong was very certain.

  "Does the family have a history of genetic heart disease?"

  "What is the likelihood of me inheriting it if my mom has heart disease?"

  Suddenly, Sang Hong asked.

  "It's just a genetic disease, everyone is different, and it's quite accidental, don't worry too much, just take an X-ray and it'll be clear."

  She said and opened a note, tore it off, stopped her pen suddenly and wrote another note, and handed them over together.

  Song Shuyu took it over, looked at it one by one, raised an eyebrow and exchanged a glance with her, saying: "Let's go take the picture first, come back later."

  He hastily went to swipe his card and pay the fee, took the receipt from the transparent room and a small medicine box, and walked over while looking at it, putting the small box into his pocket.

  She led her to the observation room in another building.

  Xiang Hong nervously grasped his large hands with distinct joints, and when they reached the door of the observation room, she clutched the corner of the corridor and refused to let go.

  "I don't want to go for a check-up, I'm really fine, can't we just skip it?"

  She pitifully begged him.

  "If the heart is not good, finding out the problem early can lead to early treatment; if nothing's wrong, then you can rest assured." Song Shuyu looked at her worried eyes with concern, let go of her hand and comforted her by holding her shoulder.

  "No, no — don't"

  Xiang Hong shook his head, tears swirling in his eye sockets, swirling so much that it pained his heart.

  "Hey, what's wrong? Tell me and I'll help you feel better!"

  Song Shuwei patiently comforted him.

  "I had regular physical examinations for both the college entrance examination and the military school entrance examination, if I had such a dangerous disease, how could I have passed?"

  Moreover, my body has always been great. Since I was nine years old, every weekend or holiday, I worked in the gym until I went to college. Whatever sport it was, I studied very hard and did very well. How could I possibly have heart disease?

  "Today, I've exhausted all my strength and fainted from overexertion. Don't be too anxious."

  Xiang Hong clearly and meticulously proved her own body.

  Song Shuwei pursed his lips, gazing at her resolute and stubborn eyes, finally sighed and threw the receipt and film strip into the trash can together, saying in a low voice:

  "Let's go, you don't want to check, we'll just go back. It's strange, as long as it's something related to you, my nerves are so sensitive that I'm getting anxious."

  Xiang Hong suddenly choked with sobs and smiled, making Song Shuyu stare blankly, she was indeed a little girl, crying when she said cry, laughing when she said laugh.

  He then took her and turned to leave.

  As soon as they were out of Meilan's sight, she quickly walked into the inner bathroom and put her hands under the faucet to rinse.

  She indeed has a mild case of mysophobia, but this mildness is relative to whom she's compared with. For instance, compared to her mother who would wash her hands at least five times after using anything, she's considered mildly mysophobic. After all, she only gets the urge to wash her hands after shaking hands with someone, and she only washes three times, using disinfectant soap twice.

  As a doctor, she knew too well the various ways diseases were transmitted.

  Washing hands so seriously and meticulously, with no detail overlooked.

  Her mind kept rolling with Sang Hong's youthful and sweet smiling face.

  She envied Sang Hong's bright and clear eyes, which were like ripples on the water, envied her tender and innocent face that showed all her emotions, and even envied the bright sweat on her face.

  That youth makes her jealous and melancholy.

  Thinking of Song Shu Yu's doting care for her, that small face had once again turned into an annoying expression.

  The cunning glint in the eyes of this little girl made it impossible to dislike her. She was straightforward and spoke whatever came to mind, without remembering when she last spoke from the heart.

  Her mother had extremely high expectations of her since she was a child and worked hard to cultivate her into the ideal girl in her mind.

  She has always been proud of her own cultivation and temperament, but today she is somewhat disgusted with this personality.

  That little girl was obviously trying to provoke her and make her lose her composure. It couldn't be denied that she was somewhat unbearable. Had she found out from Song Shuyu's mouth that she didn't like shaking hands with people? Otherwise, how did she notice the tolerant smile on Song Shuyu's face?

  Song Shuyu is really strange, how can he quietly fall in love with such a young girl, at that age, the generation gap in communication is probably very wide.

  And how can that ignorant and shallow appearance be worthy of standing alongside him?

  However, thinking of Song Shuoye's deep affection and doting on Sang Hong's small nose, she couldn't help but feel jealous and helpless. He must have been moved, otherwise, how could there be so many expressions on his paralyzed face? His face was filled with anxiety and worry for Sang Hong.

  I remember when I first noticed him in college, he stood out like a crane among chickens.

  He is obviously a person from the Central Plains, but his Mandarin is more authentic than many native Beijingers. He distinguishes between flat and rising tones, as well as front and back nasal sounds, with crystal clarity. His voice is truly pleasant to listen to - crisp yet powerful, warm yet approachable. It's like a beam of transparent sunlight on a winter morning that's slowly turning into spring.

  His features were cold and sharp, his eyes deep and profound, with a hint of indelible sorrow that seemed to be hidden. But once you tried to discern it, you would inadvertently sink into his world.

  It was just a few words with him in the student union, he spoke little, but his eloquence was absolutely not bad. Later she found out that he had been challenging various clubs in school soon after enrolling, practicing all kinds of kung fu and special skills, and when he became good at them, he would go find the leaders to have a one-on-one match.

  For a time, her reputation soared, and she was also the one who used her medical knowledge to rescue him in a timely manner when he fainted from exhaustion during a training session. From then on, his attitude towards her became different from others.

  That winter, her idol singer Zheng Jun came here for a concert, and he asked her to go together.

  The sisters in the same dormitory helped her analyze that he must have had some thoughts about her, otherwise, such a wooden person would not take the initiative to invite her.

  She was thrilled to go on a date, even when she was wildly waving her arms at Zheng Jun, shouting and crying or laughing, he remained steady, only occasionally opening his arms to help her block out people who could squeeze in.

  On the way back, he asked: "Which song of Zheng Jun's do you like best?"

  "Cinderella", maybe every girl dreams that her crystal shoes can help her find a prince.

  "You don't need to envy Cinderella, in school you're treated like a princess everywhere." Song Shuyu smiled softly, as if her words were very amusing.

  She quietly took off her gloves and put them in the large pocket of her down jacket, and warmed her hands by putting them to her mouth.

  "It's so cold!" She shivered.

  He turned his head: "Where are your gloves? I clearly saw you wearing them when we were watching the performance just now."

  She muttered, only able to stammer out: "I accidentally lost it."

  He took off his thick woolen gloves and handed them over to her.

  She took it and put it on, stealing a glance at him, he was still walking forward, with an air of being completely absorbed in his own thoughts.

  She sighed for a while, unwilling to give up, and after a moment, she said: "Eh, my hands are still cold."

  He muttered: "Aren't you wearing gloves? How can your hands still be cold?"

  "The warmth in these gloves has dissipated, I have a small fire, it's not warm enough." She said with a thick face, the implication of her words was very obvious.

  He stopped in his tracks, facing her with an outstretched hand: "Give it here, I'll help you warm up."

  She was so nervous that she couldn't speak, can't you hold hands quietly? How could he stretch out his hand and wait for her to reach out, so blatant.

  She didn't move, waiting for him to come over and lead her himself.

  He indeed leaned in, his hand approaching hers, and she felt dizzy with tension and happiness, feeling a chill on her hand, then - the glove that was on her hand was taken off by him.

  She stared blankly at him with wide eyes.

  He put on his gloves while flashing a smile at her: "Don't worry, it'll warm up in a bit, I've got plenty of energy."

  She gazed at his deep, clean eyes with a mixture of anger and shyness, where warmth and concern dwelled, without a hint of boyish passion or awkwardness, giving her the feeling that he was just like a big boy, as if he hadn't reached the age to be sentimental.

  She didn't have the courage to say anything else. That night, the most intimate thing they did was that he warmed up his gloves and handed them to her, she warmed them for a while and then handed them back to him.

  Not long after the winter break, I never saw him again. It was said that he actually came from the army and was admitted to the famous Royal Military Academy in Country Y. He wasn't someone who didn't have feelings; his heart belonged to a certain woman in a foreign land.

  Later on, it was so long ago that she could only feel the passage of time, but there were no new memories to fill it.

  ……

  Alas, has he given up on that hopeless love affair?

  It's really hard to predict the affairs of the world. Such a cold and dull guy, with eyes like still water, was actually made to lose his composure and sense of proportion by this little girl. It's truly "what is love in this world? Only one thing can conquer another."

  Just like herself, there are many pursuers, why remember that piece of wood that lacks reaction to her?

  He brought his girlfriend here today, which isn't a bad thing for her either. After all, it's better to strangle the romance that only existed in her imagination at the right time. She can't wait any longer because she can't afford to wait.

  She was certain that she liked Song Shuyu, the feeling was like liking a star in the sky or the bright moon, always maintaining an admiring posture. He was noble and pure, not someone she should have hoped for, but he had always been single, so she couldn't help but keep her eyes on him.

  ……

  Wiped clean hands, put them under the hair dryer to blow dry, and then sprayed a common gas disinfectant again, only then did I feel at ease.

  As soon as she came out of the restroom, she saw a woman with an even more displeasing profile. She herself wanted to retreat back in, but was called out: "Sister Mei, I've been waiting for a while now!"

  Zhao Yanran heard the voice and smiled at her, beckoning her over.

  Mei Lan's mouth twitched twice, fortunately wearing a mask, so that people can't peek.

  She had always hated it when people called her "older sister", especially since she was only one year older than Song Shuyu. But he insisted on respectfully calling her "sister". And now, Zhao Yanran was even more detestable, having only met her a few times and yet following Song Shuyu's lead in calling her "sister" too, and even adding the prefix "older". Every time she heard this "older sister", she couldn't help but think of the foolish older sister from "Dream of the Red Chamber".

  Alas, cultivating one's temperament sounds good when put nicely as "self-cultivation", but sounds bad when put bluntly as "self-torture". Because no matter how complex and twisted your emotions are inside, they can only exist in your heart. No matter how disgusting the people you meet look or sound, you still have to smile on the surface.

  "How come you have time to come over today?"

  She forced her eyes into a curved smile.

  Zhao Yanran also received that majestic and carefree sitting posture, and like her, smiled brightly and generously, but in her mouth, she seemed to complain helplessly:

  "My throat is a bit inflamed, I've been performing too much lately."

  Mei Lan'er smiled and thought to herself - pretending to be reserved, today I'll let your smile fall to the ground. Then she said: "Today is really a coincidence, just guessing who I saw?"

  Zhaoyan Yan despised this boring tone, but she couldn't help but put on a surprised look: "Who is it that made you so unexpected?"

  Mei Lan'er sneered in her heart, and soon you will be unable to keep the smile on your face.

  "Song Shuyu, when is he coming back from his military service? I even forgot to ask."

  Zhao Yanran indeed did not disappoint, seemingly nonchalantly saying: "He's been back for several days already, it was this Tuesday that he came back, I remember very clearly; on that day, Dad asked me to call him along the way and have dinner together at home.

  What did he come here for?

  "What's he doing in the hospital with such a great body?"

  Mei Laner felt suffocated, listening to her speak as if Song Shuyu had become a member of their family, and couldn't help but feel some jealousy, saying in a light and airy tone:

  "He didn't come alone, he brought a tender and delicate little girl with him to see the doctor."

  After finishing speaking, he glanced at her complexion.

  As expected, Zhao Yan's charming face first showed puzzlement and confusion, but was soon covered with a smile: "I'm afraid it's the new recruits in their group, something unexpected happened."

  "This isn't very clear, but he did introduce her to me as his girlfriend."

  "What, girlfriend? He said she's his girlfriend? How is that possible?" Zhao Yanran was shocked and pale, her voice trembling uncontrollably, the undisguised shock, loss, grievance and annoyance made Meilan'er feel relieved.

  "That little girl looks very spoiled, doesn't even look at people properly, says she's not willing to come to the hospital for a check-up. From her tone, it seems that Shu Yu is too tense about her, because of training fatigue, shortness of breath and shock."

  Mei Lan'er spoke vividly and in great detail, provoking Zhao Yanran's jealousy to burn fiercely.

  "Temporary shock, I've seen people shocked from intense training before. They usually recover after resting, what's the need to come over and check?"

  Zhao Yanran was a soldier after all, and she knew that this kind of situation wasn't uncommon during training.

  "Otherwise, how could I have seen his concern for that little girl?" Mei Lan'er retorted.

  Zhaoyanran was getting restless, she no longer pretended to be elegant like Meilan, and asked bluntly: "What about them, did they go for an X-ray?"

  Mei Lan'er nodded and muttered to herself: "Don't be like this, what's the use of going? It will only add to the heartache."

  Zhaoyanran stood up, turned her head and sneered at her: "Adding to the heartache? You're probably more self-inflicted, with strong endurance and no bottom line. But I'm different from you, I won't be able to smile and chat with people as if nothing happened after hearing this."

  After she finished speaking, she walked out in big strides.

  Mei Lan sat down with a huff, raised her eyebrows and said, "What else can I do?"

  Generally, pretending to be strong and smiling, after a long time, the smile will become more natural.

  On the other side, Zhao Yanran was walking hastily, but after turning around the staircase, her footsteps gradually slowed down.

  Eyes brimming with tears, on the verge of collapse.

  She thought she would be his girlfriend's best candidate, with the right timing and location, but it turned out to be a case of "near water tower empty moon".

  She hesitated when she reached the floor of the radiology department and finally stopped in her tracks.

  She is also not brave, she can't affirm herself, when Song Shuyu introduces his girlfriend to her, will she lose her composure and cry painfully?

  She had carefully loved someone for many years, but in a moment of carelessness, she was actually taken away by an unknown little girl. She felt suffocated and wanted to cry and scream, but knew that such things could only be done behind closed doors.

  Know yourself and know your enemy, you can win a hundred battles without danger. What's wrong with my girlfriend? Even if they get married, they will divorce. Let alone two people who are not compatible at all. She needs to calm down and think carefully, cannot be too reckless, or everything will be ruined.

  Thinking so, she stepped down and walked out of the building, her eyes easily finding the familiar military vehicle parked at the hospital entrance.

  She had just stood still when she felt something was wrong and hastily hid behind a snow pine tree.

  Before long, Song Shuyu's tall and straight figure gradually approached.

  By his side, a little girl with quick steps followed him. Her footsteps were not calm at all, sometimes walking on his left, sometimes on his right, and even walking backwards in front of him. No matter how she walked, it was obvious to Zhao Yanran that she was facing Song Shuyu to talk.

  Is this a soldier?

  Song Shuwei's stern face, with a serious expression, walked quickly, surrounded by a little girl who fluttered around him like a butterfly.

  As she approached, she heard that crisp laughter and saw the dazzlingly beautiful smile, that face with flying eyebrows and dancing colors, for the first time making her feel envious of her own appearance. This gait, this aura, was unmistakably that of a teenage girl.

  Song Shuyu actually likes this dish.

  She raised her hand to cover her forehead, feeling a little dizzy. She had apparently also walked around Song Shuyu like this before.

  From the moment Song Shuwei appeared in her line of sight, to now when he walks past her without even a glance, he hasn't uttered a single word. However, his bright and dark eyes are very vivid, and the joyful expression on his face cannot escape her sharp observation.

  Song Shuyu lifted his foot and got on the car, went into the driver's room to push open the door on the other side with his hand. The girl grabbed the edge of the car, her body jerked, and she lightly sat down in the seat.

  Zhao Yanran couldn't help but laugh, he didn't even bother to get out of the car to open the door for her, it was clear that he wasn't particularly concerned about her. In Zhao Yanran's opinion, although his face was a bit cold, his gentlemanly manners were always very strict.

  For example, when she got in the car, he was always very thoughtful and considerate to open the door for her first, making sure she was seated properly before turning around to drive.

  A glimmer of hope rose in her heart as she watched the one she loved and his little girl disappear into the distance.

  ……

  Xiang Hong's face, which had been filled with anxiety and terror, immediately disappeared as soon as Song Shuoye let go of the inspection sheet and stopped pushing her towards the radiology department. In its place was an unrestrained brilliant smile.

  She even laughed loudly and threw herself into his arms, hugging his waist and jumping up and down.

  The patients in the corridor and medical staff from various departments all poked their heads out to take a look at them.

  She was still unconscious, still hugging his waist and swaying back and forth.

  Song Shuoye's black line on his forehead finally fell down, he pulled open her hand expressionlessly: "Pay attention to your image."

  Xiang Hong's eyes rolled around, and she suddenly blushed with shame, lowering her head, covering her face, and quickly fleeing outside in small steps.

  Song Shuwei couldn't help but smile, this girl, just now wasn't that called joy beyond control?

  He seemed to recall that when he was a few years old, his father brought him to the hospital for an examination. Due to some unexpected business, he couldn't accompany him, so he asked his mother to come and take care of him. After he acted coquettishly for a long time, his mother finally couldn't help but laugh, wiping away her tears, patted his head, and took him home in the car.

  His feeling at that time was almost like being reborn, and all the way he was involuntarily happy, which should be similar to her recent experience.

  As expected, as soon as he walked out of the hospital's office building, he realized that she was chattering non-stop with her small mouth, jumping around him and saying all sorts of things, as if using every method she could think of to try to cheer him up.

  "Number 0 met number 8 on the street and, seeing that no one was paying attention to itself, said angrily, 'You little thing, you go dancing in a nightclub and forget that you were once a zero like me.'"

  "I saw you, number 9, sitting in the restaurant like a human being, and I couldn't help but look down on you. With your head held high, I wouldn't have recognized you as a fellow loser like me! Pretentious!"

  ……

  Her voice was extremely ridiculous, he had never seen anyone turn a joke into this extent, tone of voice, action, dialogue, emotion and situation... He could easily see that all the information that could be conveyed through her in a joke, she didn't let go of any of it.

  Song Shuwei really wanted to laugh with her, but his usual strict military demeanor made it impossible for him to show even a hint of expression.

  He was sorry that whenever he appeared in public, he had to put on a stern face and be on his guard, unable to make himself look easy-going or laugh at her jokes.

  He clearly remembered that after he put on his military uniform, his father told him - a soldier is the pillar of the country, every move and every word must be cautious, once you wear this uniform, you represent the honor and image of the soldiers, let people see it and feel reverence and trust.

  Dad is always stern and serious at home, so is mom. He has always been curious about ordinary people's families and how their parents interact with each other.

  Being with her, there are always unexpected moves that surprise him.

  "Hey, I told a joke and it was a total failure, why didn't you even crack a smile?"

  Xiang Hong felt a bit depressed, "In order to repay your kindness to me, I have used up all the skills of speaking, learning, teasing and singing that I have been familiar with since childhood. Even my old dad who was furious with me could be quickly settled by me, how can you still have a poker face? I don't believe it, let's change one and come again——"

  Song Shuyu glanced at her with disdain, seemingly thinking she was very childish.

  Xiang Hong sneered with a smile: "I'll ask you a question, have you ever had a bottle of jasmine honey tea that can be drunk in five different flavors just by adding one thing?"

  Song Shu shook his head calmly.

  "Thinking that you haven't tried it yet, I'll share a secret recipe with you, to change your dull taste and imagination."

  Song Shuwen furrowed his brow in thought. That was honey tea, what could be added to bring out five flavors without conflicting with each other, and blend the front and back together to barely enter the mouth?

  "Want to listen? Give some applause to encourage him!" San Hong saw that he seemed a bit confused.

  Song Shuwei endured with narrowed eyes, not planning to look at her, he dared to bet that she absolutely couldn't bear it.

  As expected, Sang Hong said without hesitation: "It's simple. Buy a bottle of jasmine honey tea at the supermarket, drink half and add half water to make it jasmine clear tea. After drinking another half, add half water again, what flavor will it become?"

  Song Shuwei shook his head, and the answer was clearly beyond his imagination.

  "Haha, it's become Jasmine Tea Zero Sugar version!"

  Song Shuwei pursed his lips, raised an eyebrow, and a hint of a smile appeared on his face.

  "Have you had three flavors already? Then what's half and half water become?"

  Song Shuwei is so silly, and he's still adding water, what flavor can it have?

  "Heh heh, of course it's a bit sweet like Farmer's Spring."

  "Isn't there another flavor?"

  "It's simple, just add half water and drink it as mineral water, just right to clear the sweetness of the honey tea! Haha, how is it? Enough for five flavors?"

  Song Shuwei silently curled up his lips at her, seemingly smiling, and teased her: "What's so funny?"

  Xiang Hong was despised and didn't think much of it. After a moment's thought, he said, "Have you read Lu Xun's 'The Diary of a Madman'?"

  The man nodded, such a classic phrase is probably unknown to very few people.

  "You must have never heard of the Xuanhuan version then."

  My eyes are wide with wonder, will there be a fantasy version of that too? I really haven't seen it before, honestly shaking my head.

  Xiang Hong covered her mouth to stifle the laughter that was bursting out, and chuckled complacently for a moment before gesturing to him to listen: "After the ancestral worship that year, Runtu followed his father back to their hometown, and Lu Xun often thought of him;

  Years later one day - Lu Xun was walking on the road, suddenly heard someone behind him shouting "Xun Ge Er", turned around to see a red-lipped and white-toothed beautiful young man coming towards him.

  What is Lu Xun asking you?

  Young man said, Brother Xun, have you forgotten the boy who stood under the golden round moon, in the green watermelon field, with a steel fork and a silver hoop on his neck?

  Lu Xun excitedly grabbed him, "Run Tu, you are Run Tu!"

  The young man smiled at him and said, "No, I am not a wild boar, I am a raccoon dog."

  Song Shuoye finally couldn't help but laugh at this unexpected punchline, and after letting out a "hey", he fell silent.

  Is this supposed to be funny?

  Xiang Hong was extremely dissatisfied, her face completely fell, and this guy inadvertently became a stiff face: "Don't you think it's a pity that a person can't even express their happy smile in a unrestrained way?"

  Song Shu Yu felt a bit unbearable: "Do you think I can adapt to laughing and cheering with wild gestures in public if I dress like this now?"

  Xiang Hong was taken aback for a moment, then tilted her head and looked him up and down before finally letting out a meaningful sigh:

  "Tsk tsk, it's indeed unimaginable, and might give people a sense of chaos reigning supreme."

  "But, you as the team leader, I don't know how much this uniform will torment you in this life. In the future, let's just wear casual clothes when we go out. By the way, was my previous appearance not damaging to the military image?"

  Song Shuwei was taken aback, not knowing how to respond, so he simply told the truth: "You look quite lovely like that, and your way of releasing pressure after a heavy load is pretty good, enough to express your joy."

  "Did I ask something like that?" San Hong was fooled by him and covered her face with some embarrassment, twisting and turning.

  Song Shuyu adjusted his mindset with a hint of surprise: "The image of the military is up to me to maintain; at first glance, anyone can tell you're a new recruit, no one will be demanding."

  But later on, we'll change into casual clothes anyway."

  "Ah, this is a good idea." San Hong heard no blame in his words and was even happier.

  "Now it's too late to catch up with this afternoon's training, is there anything you want to buy?" Song Shuyu asked.

  "Shall we buy some vegetables at the supermarket?"

  "No need, Wang Xiaoshuai goes there every day to tidy up the room and prepare ingredients." Song Shuyu said casually.

  "Clean up the room?" Sang Hong was shocked, her little secret ahahah, she got up early to compete with him and didn't even have time to throw it in the washing machine.

  "What's wrong?" Song Shu Yun looked at her suddenly flushed face.

  "Ah ah ah - why did he have to go and tidy up the room? Why?!" Xiang Hong was frantic but couldn't express her concerns.

  "Are you worried about that little cutie you lost on your bed?" Song Shuyu thought for a moment and guessed.

  Xiang Hong's face turned red as she nodded repeatedly.

  "When you were washing up, I put it in the washing machine."

  Song Shuoye couldn't help but laugh, this little girl was lovely in her innocence, so pure and clear, she wouldn't even let a stranger see the underwear she had discarded, thinking that he would slowly uncover all her little secrets, enjoying them alone, which made him quite happy.

  Xiang Hong patted her chest, took a deep breath, and leaned against his shoulder: "You scared me to death. You really didn't tell me beforehand. I heard someone coming in to clean up and was so humiliated that I wanted to die. From now on, our bedroom won't be allowed to be tidied up by him."

  "Hmm." Song Shuyu nodded in satisfaction.

  "It's too early to go home without going to the supermarket, it feels like I'm not doing my job properly." Sanhong was somewhat puzzled.

  Go home? Song Shu Yu ruminated on her words, feeling warm inside. Had she already considered the place with him as home?

  "Otherwise, I'll take you to the gym and we can have a game of darts. We can also tune up that thing of yours at the same time?"

  "Alright, alright, I was worried that I'd be late for training." As soon as San Hong heard "gym", she got excited and her eyes sparkled. She really wanted to give it a try.

  Song Shuyu drove straight to a high-end fitness club in B city, holding a permanent membership gold card, and took her directly to the equipment room.

  Xiang Hong finally opened her eyes, the gym in A city where she used to stay, compared with this one, there is a gap.

  She walked with sparkling eyes, very familiar with the route, planning to go back and improve some necessary details, and told her original boss that in the service industry, only by constantly updating and adjusting can we keep up with the pace.

  "Go polish your equipment first, then we'll have a match." Song Shuyu asked.

  "It should be a trial first, go back and polish the equipment, rare training opportunities, gyms are usually charged by the hour, wasting is distressing."

  Xiang Hong cautiously suggested that with such a grade, consumption must be very high.

  The staff member following them smiled and said: "Miss, don't worry about playing, Mr. Song's gold card is lifetime free."

  "Ah?" Xiang Hong looked at Song Shu Yu with a surprised expression, but he didn't even glance at her.

  Here is an ordinary VIP card, the annual fee will not be less than 500,000, and this guy can have it for free for life, Sang Hong was so envious that she was about to die.

  The staff led them to the equipment grinding room. As soon as the door opened, Sang Hong was a bit stunned. This place was like a manual workshop. Various signs on the edges of the equipment were written with suitable grinding materials. Song Shuyu instructed the staff about something, and he nodded and left.

  He turned back and easily grabbed the blue denim work apron, beckoned to help Sang Hong tie it up, and changed into one himself with ease.

  She led her straight to a corner of the killing blade area, where there were four positions, with various sharpening stones fixed on the table.

  "Each guest here has their own custom-made dart, and the weight and shape can be adjusted through personal grinding." Song Shuyu introduced, raised her hand to take out the dart from her pocket, and looked at her with a puzzled expression, "You really put this thing in your pocket."

  "It wasn't like there was no time back then." San Hong's face turned slightly red.

  Song Shuoye opened the flying dart case, took out the five small darts inside and put them on the table: "Later, Master Polishing will come to guide you. Where do you plan to carry this thing often?"

  "Of course it's tied with a belt, haha." Xiang Hong thought it was quite strange that he even had to ask.

  Song Shuyu didn't say a word, his left hand pulled at his sleeve, and he showed her the watch on his right wrist.

  Xiang Hong looked puzzled, she had seen him wear this watch before, which could detect surveillance cameras. He took it off every night and placed it on the bedside table, a Swiss brand with a leather strap. She honestly said: "It's two o'clock in the afternoon, what's going on?"

  Song Shuoye lost his smile, and with a lift of his left hand, he retrieved a small flying dart from the strap of his watch.

  That handle was only as wide as his thumb and as long as an embroidery needle.

  Xiang Hong glared at him with wide eyes, then looked away again.

  "How is this dart?"

  "Awesome, just like a special agent!" exclaimed Sang Hong excitedly.

  Song Shuwei said somewhat awkwardly: "This isn't about showing off, the weapons on me are all for self-protection, yeah, that's what this thing is polished into."

  Xiang Hong was depressed, she pinched the small flying dart on the table that was dull and had no edges, unable to imagine how long he took to grind it out.

  Song Shuwei obviously saw the emotions in her eyes and comforted her in a gentle voice:

  "Your strength is not enough, but your aim is very good. So, you can't polish it to this level. Wait for a professional technician to come and give you specific guidance."

  At this moment, a thin man in his fifties walked in.

  Song Shuyu made an introduction and the man took out a key to unlock a small door behind them.

  The lights were turned on, and the decoration was obviously imitating natural light. When people stood inside, they couldn't see a single shadow at all.

  The room is about thirty square meters in size, presenting a square shape, with precise dartboards hanging on the four walls.

  The man had her stretch out her hand and then calmly took a leather case from under the counter and handed it to her.

  Xiang Hong took it and saw that on top of it were densely packed, shiny flying darts with red tassels, totaling forty or fifty.

  He handed her another strap: "Stick this thing to your waist, where it's most convenient for you to reach out and shoot."

  Then put another set of darts in the corner: "When the time comes, you will change into this one, wear it on your left arm, and try again."

  Xiang Hong understood that this was about observing her movements, searching for the best way to wear it, and couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement.

  She took out a flying dart and touched it, shooting two of them casually to get a feel for it.

  The man pulled out the darts and reinserted them in their original positions, praising her: "Not bad, not bad."

  Xiang Hong had always been confident in his darts skills and didn't show any excitement upon hearing this.

  He nodded at Song Shuyu, and the two of them backed out and stood outside the door, where a huge display screen was mounted on one side of the wall.

  The man stretched out his hand and pressed the button next to him with ease, setting it to four screens. The movements of Sang Hong and the situation in the room were clear at a glance.

  Those flying saucers began to twinkle on and off.

  Xiang Hong understood that this should be a signal for her to shoot the flying dart, and immediately followed the changes in light, with swift movements, wherever it was bright, she would hit there.

  It's great, this testing room is well designed.

  The red light flashed a dozen times and the lights in the room came on.

  She raised an eyebrow, unfastened the leather belt around her waist, and regretfully looked at the many unused flying darts left on it. She bent down to pick up the one on the ground, stuck it to her left arm, which was a bit cramped, and moved forward once before fixing its position.

  Then started testing again, this time feeling much smoother.

  She can even shoot out two darts at once.

  Song Shuoye's serious face couldn't help but reveal a hint of a smile, this little girl's vigilant and agile movements far exceeded his expectations, sometimes she didn't even need to turn her head, the flying dart could hit the target behind her.

  He took a cold breath as he looked at the record on the target.

  This girl is always surprising him.

  The young man nodded slightly: "Good, without five or six years of hard practice, which family's miss would be willing to suffer such hardship?"

  "Hehe, in the army, this is just considered slightly above average level, how can it be worthy of your praise?"

  Song Shuyu smiled and replaced Sang Hongqian with modesty.

  The man saw that he didn't want to talk more about her background, and naturally understood that this woman was extraordinary for him.

  The two men went in, and the man put the two flying dart sleeves flat for comparison. After examining them carefully, he said: "There is no obvious bias between left and right hands, and the agility is almost the same. The flying dart sleeve is placed on the arm, which is obviously faster than the back waist."

  Song Shu Yun furrowed his brow and interjected, "However, with both hands approaching, this would obviously raise alarm in an enemy's movements."

  "This dart seems a bit heavy in her hand, you should help her grind a set of handy tools."

  "You've seen it all, more than half of my skills have been stolen by you, worrying is chaotic, where in the world can there be a perfect situation?"

  The man couldn't help but laugh and tease him.

  Song Shu's mind was shaken, this is the second time he heard the four words "concern leads to chaos" today, he calmed down and tried his best to be more objective in judging which way would allow her to exert her strengths to the extreme, without considering the direction of perfect and flawless.

  The man pressed out a data sheet and a position chart and handed it over to him:

  "Her technique still has weaknesses, I can only feel that there is still room for improvement, specifically need to calculate, it's up to you to take care of it, I'm old, the possibility of calculation errors is quite high."

  "Great uncle, where do you get the idea that I have a deep foundation? At most, I'm just a half-baked expert. And where did you get the idea that I've aged? Clearly, I'm still full of energy and vitality." As soon as San Hong heard his words, her eyes lit up, as if she had met an enlightened master.

  He actually wanted this guy to instruct her, and she quickly spoke up to help herself seize the opportunity.

  She understands that human experience is the most valuable capital, and she has today's skills. To be honest, she doesn't easily let go of any learning or reflection opportunities, and absolutely has gathered the careful guidance of all the masters she has met who can talk sense.

  No one can bear to refuse a diligent and clever little girl.

  The man somewhat surprisingly shifted his gaze from her face to Song Shuyu's, seeing that he was looking extremely depressed.

  He burst out laughing and said with a sly tone, "Shu Ye, what have you done to make the young lady look down on you like a half-witted fool?"

  Song Shuwei smiled humbly and said, "In this flying dart technique, who can compare to you? She's right, it's rare for you two to have a chance encounter, so why not condescend to give her some pointers?"

  The man narrowed his eyes and scrutinized Song Shuyu, while Sang Hong looked at his posture and expression, apparently somewhat embarrassed and unwilling to respond. Moreover, the tip of his foot was clearly pointing towards the door, as if he had something urgent to attend to.

  Xiang Hong was left speechless by the man's words, and upon hearing Song Shuyu's words, she immediately spoke up and asked:

  "Senior, I'm not talented, but when it comes to people, I don't care about their reputation, only their actual ability. It's rare for us to meet like this, so why don't we go in and exchange a few moves? In just eight minutes, we can see how the other person fares based on their skills."

  Song Shuwei was stunned. How could this girl talk like that? She didn't know how to advance or retreat, and she had never seen him so humble before. What was she trying to provoke with her words?

  He shot her a severe glance from the corner of his eye at once.

  The man looked at her with a burst of energy like a newborn calf, raised his wrist to look at his watch, nodded and said: "I really have something to do, but it's not bad for this moment, meeting this girl is also fate, Shu Ye, you come in too."

  After finishing speaking, he turned around and entered the house. He said to Sang Hong who followed him in: "Show us your most skilled move, let's take a look."

  Shang Hong had long since tied the two flying dart holders to his body, and at the sound, he moved without hesitation, launching various poses against the target in front of him.

  In just one minute, the target was densely filled with her flying knives.

  The man and Song Shuyu exchanged a glance, laughing comfortably: "Great, treating it as an acrobatic feat, still not losing his head."

  "Haha, it's rare to have such an audience like you guys, and my potential burst out all at once."

  As soon as she finished speaking, the target that had been pierced by the flying dart suddenly fell to the ground with a loud crash.

  "Ah, I've actually broken it. San Hong's smiling face was awkwardly twitching: "I really didn't do it on purpose.""

  Song Shuyu comfortingly patted her shoulder.

  The man picked it up in the past, admired it for a while, and pointed at the direction of those blades.

  "I say these are nitpicky words, look at the direction of these knife edges, too consistent, making it easy for the target to have a blind spot to dodge;"

  "If you want to shoot accurately according to different directions and even the material of the target, you must change the angle of force, learn to avoid hard objects, and not lose power and target."

  As he spoke, he pinched a few casually and demonstrated them to her.

  They took a closer look, and the knives were spot on, six knives from six directions formed a small circle, and the force was indeed even and perfect, without her kind of one-sided situation.

  "Senior, your words have enlightened me. To be able to control from multiple angles and shoot according to the different objects and positions, one can avoid missing an attack; please demonstrate it for me once again."

  The man smiled and nodded in appreciation, taking the flying dart she respectfully handed over to him. He intentionally slowed down his movements, allowing her to see the entire process clearly, including the position of his fingers, which he deliberately demonstrated for her to see.

  Xiang Hong stood beside him, imitating his movements.

  Two people shot alternately, and surprisingly, two concentric circles appeared on the target.

  The man narrowed his eyes and looked at the circle of darts surrounding Sang Hong, a pleased expression on his face: "This young fellow is formidable indeed! One shot and it's all clear. Shu Yu, bring this little girl over to play often in the future, I like her."

  "Master, are you saying that if he didn't bring me here, you wouldn't see me?" Shan Hong said with a smiling rebuke.

  The man was taken aback, and this master started talking from where.

  Song Shuwei burst out laughing and said, "This isn't what Master is about, others call him Master with just one word, but you've had all your hidden skills stolen by this little girl, what kind of Master are you?"

  The old man smiled and waved his hand: "This girl is quite capable, not someone I can compare to. Forget it, you can call her whatever you want, it's a blessing to have such an apprentice for nothing."

  After finishing speaking, Song Shuyu and Sang Hong sent him off hastily. Returning to the workshop, Song Shuyu accompanied her with ease, teaching her how to sharpen the dagger by hand, all of which was done manually, hand in hand, instructing her. Both of them felt that doing such dull and tedious things together was also filled with a sense of romance.

  Song Shuyu's speed was fast, helping her to polish the things into semi-finished products. Sang Hong entered the testing room to try out the feel, and then adjusted it bit by bit according to her feeling. When the first finished product came out, that small thing held in her hand had a subtle and harmonious feeling with her intention. Sang Hong was so excited that she jumped up and down.

  Song Shu Yu glanced at her with a pampered expression, sneaking a peek at the time, and it was almost five o'clock in the afternoon.

  Xiang Hong sped up, with less time to try her hand, and the grinding was much faster. She took a glance at Song Shuyu, only to see that guy sitting on the other side, cutting a piece of black cowhide with a rough surface, not knowing what he was doing.

  Because this process must be personally overseen by Sang Hong, she is naturally very serious and meticulous. After all, this is the first set of weapons she has personally forged in her life. She does this with utmost piety and joy.

  Song Shuwei's rough fingers clumsily pinched the special thread for sewing familiar cowhide, his eyes occasionally glancing at Sang Hong's arm to compare, pondering for a while, listening to her soft and unhurried grinding sound, occasionally smiling foolishly.

  A moment of carelessness, and he had pricked his thumb with the needle. He frowned as he gazed at the bead of blood welling up from the tip of his thumb, puckered his lips, and sucked it into his mouth to stop the bleeding.

  How could such a small thing make him bleed? From then on, he didn't dare to be distracted again and used his utmost attention to do it.

  Finally, Song Shuyu finished first and sat across from Sang Hong, watching her patiently place a few small darts on the microbalance, comparing them back and forth. He felt that this little girl was really extraordinary. This was their first time out alone together, if you could call it a date...this place was truly one of a kind, and what's more, she was completely absorbed in it, very focused.

  "Can you take a look at this for me? I don't see anything wrong with it, but when I hold it and compare it to the others, it feels somewhat different." Xiang Hong looked up and saw him sitting across from her, so she asked for his help.

  Song Shuwei stretched out his hand to pinch it, narrowed his eyes and looked at it for a while, then said to her: "The arc degree that becomes sharp at the top is a bit too slow, you see here, if you grind it down a little more, it will be fine."

  She looked at it and then picked up another one to compare, finally pursing her lips and nodding with a smile: "I see, I was wondering where that extra microgram was, so that's how it is."

  Xiang Hong carefully ground it, Song Shu Yu reminded: "Slow down, three or five times might be enough."

  At last, Sang Hong's five small flying darts were all polished. She stretched her waist and came up with a zombie shake, which made Song Shuyu laugh loudly.

  "It's quite cute, I usually use this method to relieve muscle fatigue." Xiang Hong is very arrogant.

  She walked back to the table, wanting to put the dagger away, and was surprised to frown, looking at the leather clip in her hand with regret: "Alas, the original one is probably not tight enough."

  Song Shuyu leaned his body forward and handed over the thing he had just made.

  "What's that?" Xiang Hong looked at his eager eyes, puzzled and looked at the toy in her hand, looking confused.

  Song Shuyu felt a bit embarrassed, the handicraft he made was really that bad, what use could it be?

  I can only take it from her hand, pointing to her: "This is a wristband, this is where the flying dart is placed, and the exposed handle can be used as a decorative rivet. Do you understand?"

  As she spoke, she pinched the sharpened darts one by one and inserted them, with black leather sleeves and silver handles, looking very pleasing to the eye.

  "Stretch out your arm for a moment, left hand." Song Shuyu looked at her and saw that she still hadn't reacted, and couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.

  Xiang Hong suddenly realized, stretched out her hand and fiddled with Song Shuyu's large hand for a while before figuring out what the rectangular soft leather with embroidered edges was all about.

  He happily stretched out his left arm and let him help put it on.

  Song Shuwei carefully helped her tie it up, and saw that on the slender white wrist was a black leather cuff less than ten centimeters wide.

  The red sandalwood handle retracted into his hand, twisting his wrist, the cowhide was polished very fine, without any friction at all.

  Her right index and middle fingers brushed against each other, and a cold light had already appeared at her fingertips. After trying several times, her charming smile bloomed brighter and brighter:

  "Look at this wristband, it's multi-functional, one move and three gains, cool, beautiful and useful. Who would have thought that I had a hidden trick up my sleeve, haha."

  Song Shuwei gazed at her complacent and carefree appearance, a sense of satisfaction made him feel comfortable all over, as if it was even more beautiful than the feeling of going on stage to receive an award.

  Xiang Hong suddenly connected the fragments in her mind, and asked him with surprise and joy: "Where did it come from? It seems to be tailor-made for me! Oh oh oh, I remember, what were you just doing? Were you making this?"

  Song Shu said with a smirk: "It's mainly because our little arm is so beautiful, it makes that clumsy thing look much better. Just now I was ashamed of what I made with my own hands, especially since you can't even recognize what it is, making me feel extremely frustrated."

  "You... you... this is the best gift I've ever received, thank you."

  Xiang Hong's face was filled with unspeakable astonishment and emotion, he actually personally sewed it for her, it was too unexpected, too surprising.

  Song Shu said with a raised eyebrow and a smile, "As long as you like it, we'll get a professional wrist guard made later when we have time. For now, let's just make do with this for a few days."

  "I won't order a custom one, I'll just wear this. The details are well thought out, and there's even an extra layer of cowhide added here, which makes the wrist guard very effective."

  Xiang Hong's right hand lovingly stroked the protective gear on her left wrist.

  Song Shuwei was thoroughly pleased, this little girl turned out to be someone who understood emotions and valued righteousness. He stood up leisurely and patted her small face: "If you like it, wear it, let's go eat."

  "What's for dinner?" Sang Hong pulled him by the arm and walked out.

  As he walked to the door, Song Shuyu's arm moved stiffly and he looked down at her.

  Xiang Hong nodded hastily and stretched out his hand to open the door for him.

  Song Shuwei suddenly stopped her with a mixture of laughter and tears: "Hey, hold on to my arm and let's go for a walk. If we go outside, I'm afraid I won't be able to walk."

  Xiang Hong silently glanced at him and obediently let go of his arm.

  "Let's go." Song Shuyu wiped away her tears and walked out first.

  As they walked out of the gym club, the two of them headed towards the car together. Song Shuyu asked, "What do you particularly want to eat? I'll take you there."

  "Let me think!" said Sang Hong, with a vision of candlelight dinner and the sound of violin accompaniment floating in her ears.

  She lowered her head and saw the clothes on herself, then looked at Song Shuyu's clothes, and couldn't help but extinguish the idea with a sense of regret.

  At the same time, Song Shuwei's mind also flashed a picture similar to hers, dinner music, elegant and beautiful, girls should all like that kind of atmosphere.

  He furrowed his brow and looked at the clothes on him, there were casual clothes in the car to change into. Looking at Sang Hong, he thought it was necessary to take her to buy a dress, as it was said that men and women who dined there had to wear formal attire or dresses to be allowed in.

  The two locked eyes, and Song Shuyu said in a deliberating tone: "Let's go buy you a suit first, then we can go eat."

  Xiang Hong smiled and understood that they were thinking the same thing, but immediately lost her smile: "That would be too deliberate, how can people be enslaved by clothes?"

  "Hmm... so what do you want to eat?"

  Song Shuyu felt it was rare for her to come out, and on their first date, he had to take care of her emotions.

  She smiled and said, "Otherwise, let's go have Western food. When I was a kid, I saw some kids eating in a beautifully decorated Western restaurant and felt so envious. But no one ever took me there. How about you take me today? The atmosphere is pretty good."

  Song Shuyu nodded and drove her to a nearby authentic Western restaurant.

  This evening, Sang Hong faced her crush and the sunset, eating the first steak of her life.

  The steak sizzled on the iron plate, emitting a fragrance of cumin and various other unusual aromas.

  Green and white scallions, bright red tomatoes, and a rich sauce made from wine with an exotic flavor.

  Song Shuwei started from scratch, and Sang Hong clumsily used her knife and fork together, instantly creating a chaotic scene in front of her.

  He watched as Sang Hong clumsily held the knife and fork, patiently telling her the key points, she grasped it very quickly, almost by the time she was cutting the third steak, she could already skillfully manipulate the knife and fork, this little girl had a strong sense of movement and an astonishing ability to imitate.

  He quietly and gently cut it for her so that she could learn at ease.

  When he cut a plate and pushed it over for her to eat, she looked up at him in surprise: "Is this Western dining etiquette?"

  Song Shuwei was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "Yeah, when a couple is having Western food, they should help each other cut it."

  Xiang Hong took a look at the plate he pushed over, the steak was cut very evenly, and the food was arranged neatly and beautifully; looking at what she had cut herself, it was like a hacking axe, with meat scraps and bone fragments flying everywhere, a miserable sight.

  She followed Song Shuyu's line of sight and looked over, hastily stretching out her hand to cover her plate: "Hehe, wait - let's exchange again when I cut the second dish."

  Song Shuyu nodded, and Sang Hong pushed his plate back with a relieved expression, lowered his head, and started eating voraciously.

  She wanted to finish eating quickly so she could cut another dish and exchange it with him.

  With something in her stomach, she felt better and this time she was much slower, coordinating the knife and fork, quickly grasping the technique, cutting with great relish, her paws covered in oil stains.

  She thought of the dish that Song Shuyu had just pushed over, and she quickly added a piece of tender green lettuce to the edge of the plate, adding some yellow corn flour, and then mixing in some bright red tomato sauce, making it look appetizing.

  She looked at the stack of plates with satisfaction and pushed them over with a smile.

  Song Shuwei saw the plate she pushed over and smiled: "Your fingers are so agile, it's a good sell."

  Xiang Hong immediately smiled and accepted the dish of food he had exchanged.

  That evening, Xiang Hong ate two small portions that were just the right size. Although she had a big appetite, she wasn't overly greedy when it came to food, but on this particular evening, she showed an unusually excited state.

  In childhood dreams, apart from dad, was there ever a fantasy of having a man accompany oneself for Western food?

  There should be.

  Xiang Hong gazed intently at the man sitting across from her, who was eating with elegant table manners, and smiled contentedly. From now on, if he were to accompany her, it would be an unparalleled joy.

  Song Shu Yun finished her meal leisurely, pulled over a wet wipe to clean her hands spotlessly, and gazed at the delicious red wine sauce on her lips. He thought that tonight's most delicious food was it.

  Sighed with regret, stretched out his hand to help her wipe it clean.

  It would be better if they were at home, then he could help her finish eating.

  Suddenly alert - how could he have been assimilated into such a decadent and mawkish appearance in less than three days?

  He had eaten here many times, and usually, when he saw a woman with such poor table manners, he would definitely have no appetite. But tonight, not only did he feel no discomfort, but also...also felt extremely pleased?

  Xiang Hong raised her eyes and glanced at him, asking: "What's with that expression? Do you think it's embarrassing to eat with a woman like me who doesn't understand etiquette?" Her voice was cold and eerie.

  Song Shu was flustered, hastily thinking of a response to avoid being wrongly accused and dying without a place to rest, when he saw the little woman opposite him change her expression, smiling sweetly with a tender voice:

  "I'm also feeling embarrassed, but please don't mind, I'll be more careful next time and absolutely won't make a mess of the table again, making you feel uncomfortable. Remember to bring me here to eat often!"

  A certain man laughed and said, "I'll definitely bring you along, as long as you're willing to give me face; how could I possibly be dissatisfied? Just look at the progress you've made with your knife and fork skills, I'm proud of you!"

  "Alas, even your most disheveled appearance doesn't evoke a hint of disgust in me. You should be proud that you've already devoured me completely."

  Xiang Hong laughed happily: "Wow, you're doing great! Is this the result of being influenced by me? Under my subtle influence, you've learned to speak your mind! I'm really too powerful, able to train someone like you who used to stammer into speaking so fluently. Sigh, it's truly a case of 'planting trees and enjoying their shade'!"

  "Plant trees by yourself and enjoy the shade by yourself? What does it mean?" Song Shuyu didn't understand.

  "Ah——heh heh, just take it at face value." Xiang Hong smiled slyly.

  ……

  After the two finished eating, Shang Hong thought of the treasure on her wrist, and her eyes were full of lingering thoughts. Song Shu Yu looked at her like that, knowing that this new thing was in hand, how could she bear to hold back her itching hands?

  Although he himself was planning to take her to the bubble hot spring, to relieve her fatigue, but also felt that it might be self-inflicted suffering. Gradually and gradually, he secretly warned himself not to ruin the good start that had been worked hard for.

  And also, going home at night, taking a bath together and giving each other massages seems more possible.

  He immediately followed her expression and tactfully suggested going back to play for another hour to digest the food in their stomachs.

  Xiang Hong nodded in agreement and the two of them continued to play for a while, reluctantly ending today's not-a-date date.

  Back home, Xiang Hong rushed to the bathroom to take a bath without hesitation, but as soon as she entered the bathroom, she saw that huge bathtub that occupied half of the room.

  She stood by the bathtub, looking at it again and getting up to the edge, carefully studying the words marked on the keyboard above, thinking for a long time, realizing that they were not English at all, but rather German vocabulary.

  Awesome!

  How could a heroine be intimidated by such a paper tiger?

  Lifted her small hand and circled around the huge keyboard, then put it back with a huff.

  She thought it was better not to make any rash moves, as there was already someone in the house who could serve her at any time. Why did she have to make things difficult for herself? Was asking for help really that terrifying?

  She sighed and did some mental work on herself - after all, women are born weak, and it's only natural to rely on their men from time to time. If they could handle everything themselves and become as strong as a female Ultraman, wouldn't they still like the feeling of depending on him?

  Moreover, being overly independent, won't he also give rise to unnecessary feelings?

  It's better not to be clever and press randomly, inviting trouble. Compared to asking Song Shuyu for advice, it's obviously not worth it.

  She lightly ran to the door of the study, stretched out her hand and gently knocked on it.

  "Come in." Song Shuoye was checking the daily work report of the group on his computer, when he heard a knock at the door, and it was so light and cautious. He raised an eyebrow and wondered what this girl wanted from him, otherwise, why would her usual confident and assertive attitude weaken?

  Xiang Hong pushed the door open and peeked inside, not intending to enter. Seeing Song Shu Yu's majestic figure sitting at a large desk working, she asked in a soft voice: "Uh... can I take up a bit of your time to ask for help?"

  Song Shuwei glanced at her and saw that she was still wearing the same clothes as when she left, what did she go to the bathroom for?

  It immediately occurred to me the possibility.

  "What's wrong?"

  "Can you teach me how to use that powerful bathtub? I've tried but can't figure it out."

  "Oh, can you wait for a moment? I'll be done soon." Song Shuyu's voice was very gentle and sounded quite good-natured, without any hint of evil intentions.

  Xiang Hong nodded: "Oh, then I'll go wait in the bathroom, and wash my face and brush my teeth while I'm at it."

  "Mm." Song Shuyu responded without lifting his head, looking busy.

  What does "xiaoyigui" mean?

  Ah ah ah - She thought to herself, now that he's busy, is he planning on sharing that high-end bathtub with her?

  She wiped her face with a towel, how to refuse him, how to refuse him? At that moment, she made up her mind and decided not to take a bath with him.

  Song Shuyu watched her leave, then smiled and quickly handled the tedious work, got up to go out, thought of something, raised an eyebrow and smiled again, sat down and opened a professional video software on his computer.

  In the morning, when he went to the bathroom to solve personal problems, he casually put several sensitive video microphones in it, ensuring that there were no blind spots in the room.

  Is this thing used to peep at that little woman taking a bath too much of an insult to high technology?

  Of course, this idea was immediately extinguished by him. The more he observed and understood his little girlfriend, the more normal it became.

  There have been cases of people drowning in the bath, and she even had a cardiac arrest once today.

  He confidently persuaded himself, somewhat embarrassedly licked his lips, and quickly entered the corresponding video code.

  On the screen was that little girl brushing her teeth inside, after finishing brushing her teeth, she had a half circle of white foam around her mouth and muttered to herself in front of the mirror.

  He adjusted the audio and listened, his face becoming increasingly strange, until he couldn't help but burst out laughing. Coughing, what was she up to? - It turned out that she was actually practicing how to reject him when he asked her to take a bath together.

  Heavens! - His desire for her was truly so strong that it made her guard against him to such an extent?

  He was secretly delighted in his heart, her reaction proved that she had thought about it many times.

  She has designed various plans for him to open his mouth, and imitated his tone in a vivid and lifelike way.

  Song Shuyu herself didn't have such a strong idea of washing together, but when she saw that her thoughts on how to refuse were quite thorough, it would be a pity to disappoint her after all her efforts.

  And she was so adorable that he couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart, and with just one glance, he had already come up with a countermove.

  He casually saved this video and then shut down the computer and went in.

  "Knock knock knock, may I come in?"

  He spoke in a gentle tone and then pondered his own thoughts, knocking on the door of Little White Rabbit's house with Big Gray Wolf seemed to be exactly the same.

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