After not seeing much for several days, my daughter finally came home. She was sitting on the sofa munching sugar cane alone. The piece of sugar cane in her hand was as long as a standard dead-iron straight knife. When she took a bite and took it away from her mouth, it looked like she was swinging a knife.
I feel sorry for my teeth! Xin's mother knew at a glance that Xin Yaoqiao was angry. She walked back and forth from the balcony to the kitchen, and from the kitchen to the bedroom, passing by the living room several times.
Finally, he couldn't hold it back anymore, so he gloated and asked, "Is your sugar cane still sweet?"
"..." Xin Yaoqiao sat upright, looked at her mother, rubbed her neck and said, "Sweet!"
"Showing off." Xin Ma smiled and came closer, and then said: "What's wrong? Did I offend you? You finally found that you can't handle it anymore, right? Hahaha, tell me, what did that guy do?!"
Xin Ma’s heart told her to tell her quickly to make her smile and relieve her stress.
Regarding this point, Xin Yaoqiao naturally couldn't tell the truth. He couldn't say that Han Qingyu wanted to enter the old site of the second school, but he chose to help him without any principle at all.
After thinking about it, I had no choice but to put the blame on the publicity team, saying that dozens of them were halfway through the dance rehearsal and went to watch Han Qingyu's actual sparring. Han Qingyu drove people away, making people angry and wronged, and now they have to go Apologize.
"Superficial!" Right? Mom."
Xin's mother looked at her daughter's sincere eyes and knew that she was seeking support, so she said backhand: "Make it seem like you were not superficial and blind as before."
In fact, there is another sentence at the end. Don’t forget that you just looked at a photo file and ran to see people. You are much more superficial and blind than them. Xin's mother thought for a while, it was her biological child after all, so she held back.
"Then I'm different." Xin Yaoqiao said.
Xin’s mother: “Huh?”
"What do you mean at the beginning?!" Xin Yaoqiao puffed up her chest and said, "I'm still superficial and blind now."
Xin’s mother: “…”
On the sofa, Xin Yaoqiao laughed to herself, and then explained very seriously: "I have already contacted and understood him, and I also know his problems, but I am still superficial and blind... Then my superficiality and blindness , it’s reliable.”
In the past few days, Xin Yaoqiao has even learned the nickname of Han Qingyu, Die Tiezhiren, and has also heard about some of his deeds. Sometimes he is angry, and sometimes he finds it interesting just thinking about it.
"From a scientific point of view, it seems to be quite logical." Xin's mother thought about her daughter's words, smiled, and nodded.
She has never been in contact with Han Qingyu, and she has always subjectively believed that he is the kind of pure warrior who wants to protect the blue wholeheartedly, so she has no distractions.
Even if her daughter couldn't help but reveal his obsession with the source energy block, Xin's mother felt that it was just the pressure of responsibility and the yearning for strength.
"How about this? You take out all the energy blocks you saved, and then mom goes to find your dad, your grandma, your grandma, and the rest of us can help you get it together..."
"Then give it to him directly?!"
Xin Yaoqiao asked in confusion, and then a picture suddenly appeared in her mind: her mother threw a bunch of energy blocks in front of the stubborn man with a straight face, and said forcefully, our family Qiaoqiao has fallen in love with you, she is very blind. ...This is the betrothal gift, take it! Our family has a big background, you know, do you dare to give it a try? !
Oops, it seems pretty good, a bit exciting.
The evil girl from a big family forcibly marries a dead Iron Naoto, haha. Then he put on a red hijab, unwilling to accept the grievance and married in first... Then I slowly coaxed him into love.
Xin Yaoqiao imagined this for herself, and she lost most of her anger.
But Xin's mother didn't seem to think so. She sat down and said, "Why give it to him directly?! Mom was thinking of scraping together forty or fifty yuan to buy a metal block, cut it into a heart shape, and then wear it again." I'll give you a red rope to hang around your neck."
Xin Yaoqiao: "..."
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Nie Xiaozhen is the leader of the fifth group of the propaganda team of the 2nd Institute. Although he is the team leader, he is actually only 24 years old. Usually, not many girls in the propaganda team can be active until they are over 30 years old.
Most of them will get married when they reach a certain age, then have children in a few years, and be transferred to other posts. Many of them even take the initiative to be transferred to the front line as logistics, because most of them are married to combat heroes, whether they are officers or soldiers (Azure More than 90% of officers have to rotate to the front line).
Among them, there have been many beautiful, touching, or tragic stories.
Regardless of whether they are a propaganda team or a cultural troupe, in fact, because they are always running from one defense area to another, their lives are actually often in danger.
There were times when all the members assigned to the squad died in battle while protecting the propaganda team on their way to the next area. There were also times when a girl from the propaganda team shed tears and resolutely picked up the equipment and knives left by the soldiers to fight in an almost certain death battle. , the whole group died in battle.
Those belonging to battlefields and blades, hope and despair, blue love... are often more impulsive, more blind, and then or more pure.
"But fighting heroes can't go so far. What are you so proud of?!" Walking with a group of more than a dozen little sisters, Nie Xiaozhen couldn't care less about the exhaustion after the rehearsal. He was still angry and complained.
Although the most powerful recruit in Bancha in ten years, the legendary guy who just killed a hundred people in the canyon of Nepal's trial area not long ago with one man and two swords, he was unexpectedly good-looking when he saw him after he became famous.
But the girls on the publicity team, when have they ever been treated like this? They ran away enthusiastically without even having time to change into their dance clothes, and ended up being kicked out. No matter where they go, they always feel full of enthusiasm and love.
"That's right, I'm so angry." Another female team member also said angrily, "And I'm also starving to death."
Because they went to watch Han Qingyu's sparring session today, their training progress was delayed and they had to make up for it. They didn't get off work until now, and it was already past lunch time.
Dancing is actually very tiring. The team members are all hungry now, and they are inevitably angrier at that self-righteous and unreasonable guy.
"If I go to see him again, I will be a dog." One of the team members said angrily.
"Yeah, me too." A group of people responded angrily.
"And we won't let him watch it. In the future, if we find an opportunity, we will deliberately go to the place where he is stationed to perform, and then name him and not allow him to watch it, so as to target him."
"Great! It's a good idea to relieve your anger."
The propaganda team has an independent venue for daily training. It is a small auditorium-style building with a large doorway and a roof supported by several large stone pillars. The little girls went out, chattering all the way, and walked to the cafeteria arm in arm.
Suddenly, one of them stopped and stood still.
But the people on the left and right didn't let go of their arms, and just like that, a row of more than a dozen people were pulled to a stop.
Then they blocked the people coming out from behind.
"What's wrong?" the person behind asked.
"Look over there." The person in front motioned.
Looking around, he saw a figure standing there under a large gray stone pillar not far ahead, with his head lowered and leaning against the stone pillar. He was wearing the Autumn Combat Uniform of the Only Witness Legion, and behind him were two swords slanted out of his shoulders.
He was arranging the things in his arms. His arms were full of a huge bouquet of... flowers!
"He, he doesn't like any of us, right? One, it's love at first sight!"
"Well, didn't you see the flowers? Although they are all wild flowers, it must be difficult for him to find so many in this winter."
"Yes, it turns out that while he was driving us away, he was secretly preparing flowers."
"Looking at him, he still looks stupid, but he is so direct that people like him."
At this moment, in the eyes of the girls on the propaganda team, the man standing there with his head bowed, the knife on his shoulder, and the flowers in his hand, the composition of the picture seemed to have a bloody romance spreading, which was inexplicably very moving.
It was so touching that it reminded some of them that they were born in the year of Dog.
Or what does it have to do with being a dog?
It's so touching that some people think, if the flower comes to me, I will marry you.
