Chapter 229 (1/2)
On the fifteenth day of the first month, the Lantern Festival.
Zhang Qingqing woke up at 6 a.m. as usual. Since she received my farewell letter two months ago, she confided the truth between the lines, and if there was any hint, I might never come. It was like the letter of her last letter, which made her very uneasy these days. If the roses signed by Chen Yu were not sent at seven o'clock every morning, she didn't even know why she insisted.
During these days, I trained in Myanmar, and Zhang Qingqing's wedding photo has become my belief; Zhang Qingqing, who is in Lihai City, also takes the red rose signed by Chen Yu every day as his belief to stick to it.
After she got up and washed, she changed into a British style dress, white blouse, simple and loose nine point women's trousers, shawl and hair, wearing a pair of red lace up high-heeled shoes on her feet, combined with her beautiful face, a bit like a fashionable office girl.
After Zhang Qingqing came out of the bedroom, Zhang Dagui was reading the newspaper while eating breakfast in the side hall. Xu Shuqin came out of the kitchen with a plate dressed in three poached eggs. When she saw Zhang Qingqing, she said, ”Xiaoqing, have breakfast.”
”I'm not hungry. I have no appetite.”
Zhang Qingqing sat down on the hair sofa in the living room, reached out and turned on the TV with the remote control. She looked absently at the local morning news in Lihai. She couldn't help glancing in the direction of the door, as if she was nervously waiting for something?
Xu Shuqin could not help but frown, reached out and pushed her husband who was reading the newspaper, then nuozhu to Zhang Qingqing in the living room outside and whispered, ”Lao Zhang, what's the matter with your daughter? Everything you've done recently is absent-minded. You don't have a date every day, but you dress up at home like going out for a date every day. What's the situation?”
Zhang Dagui glanced at Zhang Qingqing in the living room outside and said faintly, ”the woman is to please herself. Xiaoqing dresses up more beautifully, of course, because she misses Chen Yu. It is estimated that she wants to wait for Chen Yu to come back and let Chen Yu see her most beautiful side at the first sight.”
Xu Shuqin was a little angry when she heard the speech: ”Xiao Qing said that Chen Yu went to the province to participate in what student Olympic mathematics competition. Lao Zhang, I don't understand this mathematics competition. However, does it take more than two months to participate in a mathematics competition?”
Zhang Dagui shook his head and said, ”I don't understand learning. Don't ask me this.”
Xu Shuqin saw that it was almost seven o'clock. She was a little relieved and said, ”however, although Chen Yu is not old, he also knows that he loves his wife. These days, he will regularly ask the florist to send a rose to Xiaoqing. I think Xiaoqing must be waiting for the rose given to her by Chen Yu now.”
Zhang Dagui looked at the living room. Sure enough, although Zhang Qingqing was watching TV on the surface, her eyes always couldn't help aiming at the door, and her face seemed very nervous and anxious.
Xu Dagui shook his head and said sadly, ”this girl, isn't Chen Yu's roses delivered very punctually at seven o'clock every day? What's her worry? Moreover, even if the roses haven't been delivered, they just haven't received the roses today. Can you be so nervous and care?”
In fact, they don't know that there is a reason for Zhang Qingqing's anxiety and tension. Since I left, Zhang Qingqing went to find Li Mengting again and asked Li Mengting where I had gone?
The shrewd Zhang Qingqing has noticed something wrong, mainly because the farewell letter like a suicide note makes her feel uneasy day and night. Since I went to purgatory in Myanmar, Li Mengting was also anxious. At that time, she couldn't help revealing a little information to Zhang Qingqing. Li Mengting told Zhang Qingqing that I had gone to a dangerous place, a bit like a mercenary training base. Li Mengting also told Zhang Qingqing that if my roses were not sent one day, it would mean that I might not be in the world and let Zhang Qingqing forget me.
Therefore, receiving red roses every day is not a simple rose for Zhang Qingqing. It is more a signal that I am still alive. She is afraid that the red roses sent on time will stop suddenly every day.
The clock hanging on the wall has pointed to seven o'clock, but the knock of the flower delivery boy in the florist hasn't sounded yet
”Wow”