Quick Wear: Another day of being criticized for falling in love at first sight

Chapter 866 80 Brother Soldier, a drop of water does not need to be repaid with your body 59

"Well, we wrote letters to each other for a few years. He was my mentor in my studies. If it weren't for Comrade Lin, I probably wouldn't have persisted in studying until my senior year of high school. But everyone has their own strengths and weaknesses, and I wasn't a student at all. I felt really bad for not passing the exam.

Later he joined the research institute and we lost contact."

When Miaomiao said this, she suddenly felt something was strange.

Are people so friendly and kind these days? Can they persist in writing letters to a friend they haven't seen for a long time, even to encourage him/her?

Miaomiao thought about it subconsciously. The content of the letter was mostly about some exchanges on study, and even some changes in the outside world. Miaomiao didn't remember any content that would make people think of something wrong.

Maybe she was overthinking it?

Lu Jingxing saw that Miaomiao had a subtle expression, and his heart sank slightly, but his expression did not change much.

"This nerd, my aunt used to say that he likes to teach others, but I didn't expect that my Miaomiao is also one of them.

Do you still have the letter Zhengting wrote to you? Can I take a look at it?"

Miaomiao didn't expect that Lu Jingxing would be curious about the letter written by his cousin. But there was nothing to be shy about.

"They're all here, in the wooden box next to the bed. Take them yourself."

As a result, as soon as Miaomiao finished speaking, Lu Jingxing stood up, bent down and took the so-called wooden box from behind Miaomiao.

He secretly glanced at the little girl who was also tilting her head to look at the wooden box. Her expression was no longer as thoughtful as before, and it was obvious that she hadn't figured it out yet. Only then did Lu Jingxing breathe a sigh of relief.

He opened the wooden box directly and poured out the thick stack of envelopes inside onto the table.

There were dozens of letters, and just seeing them neatly arranged made Lu Jingxing's heart ache.

"This kid's handwriting is quite neat, but it looks like a textbook, dry."

He picked up a letter and flipped through it, the words in his mouth were quite sour.

Miaomiao had already started to take off her hair, but perhaps because they had been together for too long and had already interacted with each other verbally, she didn't mind Lu Jingxing being around.

"He was originally talking to me about studying. What else did you think?"

Her words were full of curiosity, which immediately made Lu Jingxing more alert.

"I'd say he's a blockhead."

Lu Jingxing quickly took over, deliberately making his tone extremely relaxed, as if the person who had just said the sarcastic words was not him at all.

He is just a good brother who loves his cousin but is a little helpless about his cousin being too childish.

"When he was little, he was very introverted and would blush whenever he spoke. But he got much better after he was sent to Red Star Village.

At that time, he asked me how to change this bad habit. I said if you don’t want to talk, then you can practice writing letters first. Writing more letters to others is also a way of expressing yourself.

He is a very good cousin. A few years ago, I heard from my aunt that although he is not good at speaking, he writes letters to many of his classmates. This not only relieves his study pressure, but also helps him slowly change his introverted habits.

But I didn’t expect that among the people who wrote the letter, my daughter Miaomiao was one of them.

I’m jealous.”

As he spoke, he stared at Miaomiao. Seeing that she just smiled and even pinched his nose with her fingers, the stone in his heart finally fell to the ground.

He pushed the letter aside and then moved his face closer to Miaomiao, letting her feel more comfortable with his pinch.

"Come to think of it, I'm jealous because you haven't even written to me.

I have never written to you either. We met too late.

I used to hear soldiers in the army who had partners writing letters to their partners, but no one wrote to me.

Miaomiao, can you write a few letters to me too?

It doesn't have to be too much, just a little more than what I have now. I will write to you too.

good or not? "

In order to get Miaomiao's consent, Lu Jingxing rubbed his head against Miaomiao's shoulder. This intimate look seemed a little obscene to outsiders.

The window was open. Guan Chongshan stood by the bed and looked at the unsportsmanlike appearance of Xiao Lu. How could he be so spineless as to approach his daughter?

"What are you looking at? They're getting married, the Qing Dynasty has fallen, and you don't have a braid anymore. Go to bed."

Guan's mother grabbed Guan Chongshan's ear and pulled him onto the bed. He was already her future son-in-law. Besides, they didn't do anything else, just held hands, so what was the big deal?

Can holding hands make you pregnant?

It's really about having your cake and eating it too.

Miaomiao was so annoyed by Lu Jingxing that she felt her scalp tingling when she saw the stack of envelopes beside her.

She still had to write letters to Lu Jingxing? There were even more than these, and this pile must have at least thirty or forty letters.

But the more someone rubbed against her, the more fire started to burst out in his eyes. Miaomiao thought of how he had held her in his arms and kissed her before, and her mouth hurt for a whole day before it healed.

If she got angry now, Miaomiao was really worried that Lu Jingxing would be beaten to a pulp by her father.

As a saint, she could not accept the scene of being socially killed in front of her parents just because someone kissed her in this day and age.

There was no other way, Miaomiao had to find the letter paper.

Lu Jingxing's eyes lit up. He didn't expect Miaomiao to write to him now.

I couldn't help it and started to push it a little further.

“I have to write ‘To My Beloved Jingxing’ to show that I am different from others.”

Miaomiao was annoyed at him for being childish, but the pen still wrote those words.

Lu Jingxing stared at the letter, his mouth grinning from ear to ear, but he was thinking in his heart that when he returned to the capital, he would find an excuse to go to his aunt's house and get all the reply letters that Miaomiao wrote to his cowardly cousin.

Keeping those things would be a nuisance. Since he failed to catch up with his wife, he might as well get rid of them completely. He should call her sister-in-law when he sees her again.

We might as well burn it clean.

As for the nonsense that Lin Zhengting just told Miaomiao about liking to write letters to others, although it was false, it didn’t matter.

When dealing with a love rival, one should strike back with a thunderous blow. My cousin is completely broken, so I should give all my love to him and not let my love rival get away with anything.

Being soft-hearted towards his love rival is cruel to himself. He absolutely cannot accept Miaomiao in his arms and thinks of Lin Zhengting.

He was right to encourage Miaomiao to study, and he would find a way to express his gratitude, but not for anything else. What was his would only be his.

Lu Jingxing looked at Miaomiao's profile as she bent down to write, the halo of the oil lamp dancing on her eyelashes. His heart was beating fast because of her obedience.

It felt like a bug was crawling in my chest, making me itchy and restless.

But he was not going to show it again. This was a letter written to him. After destroying those letters from Lin Zhengting, it would be the only letter in the world.

"Wife, don't be in a hurry. Write slowly. Write the first one for me and we can do the rest slowly."

Lu Jingxing suddenly reached out and brushed the hair by Miaomiao's ear, and his fingertips couldn't help but gently rubbed her earlobe.

"I haven't seen enough."

Miaomiao's cheeks turned red instantly. He told her to go slower, but her actions were quite sexy.

She pushed the letter toward him.

"Well, it's finished. Read it yourself."

Lu Jingxing picked up the letter paper, which had more than a hundred words on it.

Lu Jingxing read every word very carefully, as if it were some rare treasure.

It was written heartlessly, but he found it particularly beautiful.

His little girl should be so heartless.

It’s best for Lin Zhengting to keep his thoughts to himself and never let her know.

The moonlight outside the window shone through the window lattice, illuminating the stack of letters on the table.

Lu Jingxing calmly pushed them to the corner again, and some of the letters were about to fall to the ground.

After Lu Jingxing hummed twice, he clenched the love letter written by Miaomiao and repeatedly stroked the words on the paper with his fingertips.

No one should even think about coveting his girl. Not in the past, and certainly not now.