Qin Xiaowen looked at the dull Lang Hua and couldn't help but feel a little funny.
So she held back her smile and teased Lang Hua: "What's wrong? I disappoint you with my appearance?"
"I...not. I am..." Lang Hua rubbed his hands, feeling a little embarrassed.
He and Chen Xinyan bickered all day long and learned a lot of glib ways. Unexpectedly, he couldn't even say a word at this time.
At this moment, he thought to himself - it would be nice to say a few witty words to lighten the atmosphere.
But once I opened my mouth, I didn't know what to say or do.
Lang Hua and Qin Xiaowen looked at each other, and the scene suddenly became quiet. The cicadas chirping outside the courtyard wall suddenly amplified and filled every space. It was so quiet that Qin Xiaowen secretly regretted it and wanted to take back the joke she said.
No one expected that Xiangxiang would be the first to speak at this time.
She hugged Qin Xiaowen's slender waist, her small face pressed tightly against her waist through the fabric of her clothes.
Qin Xiaowen could feel the little girl's palm gripping her so hard that it even hurt her. .
"Sister, don't leave."
There was a cry in Xiangxiang's voice, and Lang Hua secretly yelled "Oh no" when he heard it.
"Sister, don't leave. My parents are gone, and brother Hua Zi doesn't come to see us very often recently. Don't leave..."
Xiangxiang raised her head and burst into tears, her big eyes watery, which made Qin Xiaowen feel distressed for no reason.
She burst out crying "Wow" in a blink of an eye. After a while, Xiangxiang felt that it was humiliating to cry, so she wiped her eyes vigorously with the back of her hand while crying.
My eyes soon became red from the fragrance. A few strands of hair were messed up by slender green fingers and rested diagonally on her thin cheeks. The little girl burst into tears, causing Lang Hua to immediately become confused.
Lang Hua had never been able to cope with such a scene, and now he was even more confused, wandering around a few people aimlessly.
Qin Xiaowen hurriedly knelt down and comforted her softly: "Xiangxiang, don't cry. If your eyes are red from crying, you won't be beautiful."
She took out her handkerchief to wipe away the girl's tears, not forgetting to glare at Lang Hua at the end.
"Xiangxiang doesn't cry, Xiangxiang is a good child." Xiangxiang choked, "The dean and auntie said that no one will like children who like to cry."
"Be good, be good." Qin Xiaowen gently patted the other person's back and comforted her, "No. Everyone likes Xiangxiang the most."
Xiaohu couldn't squeeze out two tears, but wiped a large amount of saliva on the ribbon Qin Xiaowen used to tie her waist.
Qin Xiaowen's comfort seemed to have a miraculous effect, and Xiangxiang soon became tired of crying, and was led back to the bedroom to rest by her hand.
Lang Hua stood alone in the yard for a while, feeling very bored. Suddenly he thought of something and ran away hastily, as if he was about to flee.
But who knows, it's still a step too late.
"Hey." Qin Xiaowen was coming out of the room and couldn't help but joked when she saw this scene.
When this word fell into his ears, the "casting" effect on Lang Hua was like a talisman.
"Why are you running? Try running."
Lang Hua immediately stopped, turned around, lost his momentum, and lowered his head like a child who had done something wrong.
A piece of clothing was thrown over by the other party, covering Lang Hua's head.
Um? Lang Hua twitched his nose. It seems... there is a faint floral scent.
He opened his eyes... and saw a shirt with camouflage patterns in front of him. The sunlight shone through the fabric, and the blurry outline of the beauty opposite could be vaguely seen.
Lang Hua thought to himself: Aren't these my clothes?
Qin Xiaowen saw his stupid look and said with a sweet smile: "Hey, idiot. Don't you want any clothes?"
She explained: "I wanted to come to you to return my clothes that day, but I couldn't find you anywhere. So I kept them here."
Oh, then it all makes sense.
"How do you know this place?" Lang Hua asked.
"There's nothing strange about this. I've been here for a while in Nata Mountain. I was wandering around before, but I didn't expect to stumble upon this place."
"Well, that's it." Lang Hua nodded.
The space in the base is not big, so this is reasonable.
Lang Hua's reaction was neither painful nor itchy, which made Qin Xiaowen roll her eyes dissatisfied.
She suddenly suggested: "There is a small river to the north of the woods. How about it, would you like to go for a walk with me?"
"I..." Lang Hua hesitated.
Qin Xiaowen rushed to say: "Don't say no!"
"Uh, I'll go."
Section 2
The two of them were walking along the river, seemingly aimlessly.
A bright stream flows through the valley. The water is gentle and gentle. Not far from the two of them, it meanders along the grassy and rocky shore. The air rich in water vapor smells of plenty of grass and earth.
Sometimes there will be a stream of water that is slightly turbulent, hitting the moss-covered pebbles and splashing pearls and jade, making a sudden sound like a piano string.
Qin Xiaowen ran up and kicked lightly, and a piece of gravel flew to the center of the stream and disappeared. The circular ripples dispersed around with the sound of falling water. Several shrimps and river crabs at the bottom were also disturbed and fled in all directions.
She turned her head and stood on a high rock on the shore, watching Lang Hua hesitate to speak.
Lang Hua also looked away at this time and looked at her.
"how?"
Qin Xiaowen asked carefully, "Are their parents... gone?"
"Well," Lang Hua lowered his eyebrows and nodded, "They are all poor children."
"Will you come to see them often?" Qin Xiaowen jumped down from the stone and came closer. "I think they are very close to you. When chatting with them, they always say good things about you."
"It's like," she didn't seem to know how to describe it, "it sounds like you are their god."
"Maybe it's just because they are close to me." Lang Hua scratched his head, a little embarrassed, and then complimented in return: "If I were a god, then Miss Qin, you would be their angel sister."
Qin Xiaowen lifted up the hem of her skirt, turned it around in a circle, and asked him, "Why, doesn't it look like it?"
The floral skirt was swaying, and her figure was slim and graceful. She looked extremely elegant and incredibly beautiful at the moment.
In a daze, Lang Hua only felt a colorful pink butterfly in front of him. The butterfly fluttered its wings and hit his heart lightly, making him a little dazed for a moment.
"Can you tell me something about you?" Qin Xiaowen stopped and turned her head to look at him.
She stayed at the Qin family all year round, never leaving the front door or taking a step outside, and was always curious about the outside world.
Lang Hua raised his eyes and thought for a moment, then asked seriously: "Do you want to hear it?"
"Well," Qin Xiaowen nodded, "I'm very curious about what kind of person the 'omnipotent brother Hua Zi' they call will be."
Lang Hua looked at her: "Maybe you will be disappointed."
"Who knows for sure?" Qin Xiaowen winked at him, a little playfully, "Tell me about it, maybe I will fall in love with you."
Lang Hua didn't mind this level of joking. He just grinned slightly, his smile soft, like a ray of warm sunshine penetrating through the dense forest in the mountains in the early morning.
Qin Xiaowen looked at him against the setting sun, suddenly feeling a little dazzling.
"In the past? The past should be very far away for me." Lang Hua spoke slowly.
"After the 'Advent Day', the cataclysm broke out and the Doomsday Era began. Everyone's life has undergone earth-shaking changes. It is not an exaggeration to say that... it feels like a world away."
"The disaster is like a watershed. My life also started to change on that day four years ago..."
Qin Xiaowen, who has never been in the world, does not know that asking others about their experiences is a very private matter in the apocalypse.
Because secrets mean weakness, they also mean danger.
But that day, Qin Xiaowen opened Lang Hua's heart with her reckless energy.
From a lonely and helpless childhood, to a fight in the apocalypse with no way forward. Abandonment, disaster, friendship, sacrifice, mountains of corpses and seas of blood... Lang Hua has experienced too many things in his more than ten years of life, but he rarely has the opportunity to confide it all to another person.
The setting sun shines slantingly, penetrating the cloud branches and reaching this side of the world, adding a touch of warmth to this riverside corner.
That day, the two people sat by the rocks on the river bank for a long time. One person's thoughts are far away and he talks a lot, while the other person does nothing but listens quietly.
The sun slowly sets, and the cool breeze blows through the forest, bringing a sense of comfort.
Night falls quickly. In between, nothing happened again.
But for Second Lieutenant Lang Hua, who was full of wounds both physically and mentally, perhaps unknowingly, another heart was getting closer to him.
The spring sun melts the snow, starting from a heart-warming day.
