The Commander said with a smile, “Don't you need to be happy in situations like this?”

Yu Lanjie listened to what he said and couldn't help laughing, which made her cough more severe! “G.o.d, the Commander is so narcissistic!” She choked with fear while he thought it was because she was too happy!

The Commander didn't realize the problem at all. Seeing Yu Lanjie's smile, he felt very happy.

He continued to say to himself, “But I'm also surprised. How can I get to know you for only a few days and have the idea of getting married to you? However, there will be major tasks in the army soon. It's not convenient for me to get married at this time. I only asked for two days' leave to accompany you at home.”

Yu Lanjie wanted to say: who gives you confidence? How can you decide on our marriage on your own?

Yan Yan coughed twice and said seriously, “I was born in a remote mountain area in the Shandong Province. There was a flood in my hometown. My parents died early and I had no brothers or sisters. When I was young, I was adopted by an old beggar, who had to beg everywhere. I've been used to the fickleness of the world and human nature since I was a child. So, I'm iron-hearted and don't know what the tenderness of an iron man is. However, I promise that I will do my best to love you all my life. As for that Yan w.a.n.gchuan, I'll have him stand for five hours and then let him go home. After that, you need to forget him completely.”

Yu Lanjie's soft heart was touched by his tragic life experience. Maybe they could give it a try?

From that day on, Commander Yan really changed his att.i.tude and was much more gentle towards Yu Lanjie.

After two days of relaxing, Yu Lanjie resumed her training with the other recruits, and gradually found that she fell in love with the feeling of being a soldier, burning with righteous ardor.

She was popular and the other recruits were also willing to help her. Even Fu Xinjie, who regarded her as a rival in love, didn't embarra.s.s her on private or public occasions because of her emotions; instead, she helped her from time to time.

She did her best to be a good instructor for every recruit. She was fair and didn't embarra.s.s others in private. She was indeed an open and aboveboard heroine!

When the situation was getting better for Lanjie, the situation for Fan Xiaolu, another good friend of Long Xi, was still terrible.

Those entertainment reporters got the gossip from somewhere and swarmed in, surrounding the hospital where Fan Qianqian lived.

Although Xiaolu arranged Fan Qianqian's bodyguards to guard at the door of the ward, Xiaolu was also very embarra.s.sed and in a low mood because the doctors and nurses in the hospital were hara.s.sed by reporters.

When Fan Qianqian called her friend, she finally found out that Lu Hua had been missing for several days.

She was very worried, so Xiaolu had to tell her the truth, that director Lu Hua had died on a deserted island to save her.

Fan Qianqian loved Lu Hua very much. Because of Lu Hua's death, she was in a state of emotional collapse and told Xiaolu the secret that had been hidden for many years.

Unexpectedly, Director Lu Hua was Xiaolu's biological father!

When Fan Qianqian started her career twenty-one years ago, he took on the film directed by Lu Hua.

They appreciated each other and fell in love because of the film.

But because they were both public figures, and they didn't want to hype up the gossip, they had been maintaining their secret love relations.h.i.+p for three years.

Then, they found that it was easy to fall in love but it was hard to get along with each other. They both had strong characters and often quarreled.

Finally, they decided to break up peacefully and were still friends!

After breaking up, Fan Qianqian found that she was pregnant with Lu Hua's child. Since she still loved Luhua, she was unwilling to have an abortion, so she gave birth to Xiaolu and raised him alone.

She didn't tell Lu Hua that she had his child because she didn't want him to marry her because of his responsibility.

Later, Lu Hua met a gentle and virtuous woman and got married.

It wasn't until the media revealed that Fan Qianqian had an illegitimate child that Lu Hua realized that Xiaolu was his and Fan Qianqian's child.

He asked Fan Qianqian and she also admitted it.

In fact, Lu Hua had always kept his love for Fan Qianqian. They rekindled their flame and often met secretly…

Fan Qianqian, who knew that Lu Hua had died, was suffering from severe melancholy and several times wanted to die!

Xiaolu hired a private doctor and nurses to take care of her. He took a leave from the company and went home to accompany his mom.

He was afraid that the media would exaggerate the matter, so he kept the secret.

He only told two people about that secret: Long Xi and Bai Bing.

After Bai Bing recovered and left the hospital, she took the initiative to go to Xiaolu's home.

Because there were many people in his house, so that conversations could flow freely, Xiaolu invited her to go to the back garden of the house, where the environment was beautiful and quiet; no one else would disturb them there.

It was destined to be a night when Xiaolu suffered from sweet strikes many times.

In fact, the weather that night was not very good.

The cloud was light, the stars were spa.r.s.e, and the scattered stars blinked their tired eyes.

The hazy yellow moon in the sky seemed to witness the imperfection of the human world.

Bai Bing wore the pure white high neckline tight sweater and looked particularly gorgeous that day.

Her thick hair black as ink spread down to the fiber waist like a waterfall. There was no extra expression in her gorgeous face, which made her look like a snow fairy in heaven who didn't care about worldly affairs, full of touching and ethereal beauty.

She and Xiaolu wandered through the overlapping shadows of the trees in the garden.

She seemed to be deep in thought and didn't say a thing in all their walk.

In the dark of the night, the dim yellow street lights played with their shadows, stretching, shortening, casting to the east, casting to the west, separating for a while and overlapping for a while.

Until they walked for two circles and came under a plum tree in the corner, she suddenly stopped, looked into the distance and murmured out two lines of a Song poem, “The dress takes to loosen gradually and I am more and more emaciated, No regretful plying at all, I am rather for her only distressed as I did. Xiaolu, do you think I am thin?”

Xiaolu had never seen her look lost like that, and he also stood still dazedly.

All of a sudden, Xiaolu put his two fingers together and snapped them, then said to Bai Bing excitedly, “Wait a moment. I've got a creative inspiration.”

He took out a harmonica from his bag and blew some notes off and on. At first, it didn't become a tune, then it gradually had an artistic conception.

Bai Bing stood beside him and looked at him without blinking.

Somehow, she could hear some sad and confused feelings from the music. Fortunately, the more the tune went to the back, the more open-minded it was.

She seemed to see herself and Xiaolu trapped in a thick fog, unable to find their way.

It seemed as if there was a breeze blowing slowly and dispelling the fog. They two, hand in hand, groped out from the gap.

When Xiaolu returned to reality from his creative state, he asked Bai Bing how she felt, and Bai Bing told him what she had just thought about it.

Xiaolu smiled and said, “You are a bosom friend! What I want to express in this song is the mood that we are in trouble now.”

He was suddenly stunned after he finished that sentence.

Because he found that he didn't know when Bai Bing had grabbed his hand, and he had no feeling of resistance.

Her slightly pale face instantly turned into a beautiful rose red; her thick eyelashes trembled gently.

She was not much shorter than Xiaolu. Since she was wearing high-heeled shoes, she looked almost as high as Xiaolu in the naked eye.

She was brave enough to go over and kiss his smooth forehead.

He asked, “What does this kiss mean?” Was it for love?

She turned around, smiled awkwardly, refusing to admit it and said, “It's a good night kiss!”

She was still shy to say it clearly, for fear of Xiaolu's face-to-face rejection.

Xiaolu thought about it and said, “Something happened in my family. I'm a little happy. Can you comfort me?”

Bai Bing looked at his expression and found that he was indeed not as happy as usual and felt a little sad.

She said sincerely, “Of course. What do you want me to do to comfort you?”

He held her in his arms before she finished talking.

He couldn't help but say, “Give me your warmth, OK? Just a moment.”

She leaned her head on his shoulder and said, “This cus.h.i.+on is very comfortable.”

He smiled and asked, “Can I hold you closer?”

Bai Bing said like sleep-talking, “OK.”

Then, Xiaolu increased the strength in his arms.

Another gust of strong wind blew through, and fallen flowers were scattering and flying around like snow. A rain of red flowers from plum blossom trees blurred their eyes.

Xiaolu's inner tenderness echoed and he whispered, “Have you tried kissing?”

Bai Bing hesitated for a moment and said, “I haven't tried it. What's the matter?”

Xiaolu was silent for a moment and said, “I haven't tried it either! Would you like to… try it with me?”

Bai Bing blushed and said, “Okay!”

Xiaolu calmed down, lowered his eyes, and felt his throat blocked.

“Oh, my first kiss. Who can teach me?”

He had learned from the men and women in the TV series; picking up Bai Bing's chin, he approached her lips with a shudder.

Bai Bing's hands were wrapped around his stiff neck.

“Xiaolulu!” She had always been elegantly indifferent; suddenly, she became so charming that it could make men lose their souls more than any language.

There was a sparkling fire in Xiaolu's eyes. His Adam's apple slipped, and the fire rose from his lower abdomen. He could not help but go around her waist with his big hands and lean down to ravage her two plump lips…

It was very cold, but they were so enthusiastic that their bodies were burning!

It was because she was so beautiful that day. Firm b.r.e.a.s.t.s, long and straight legs, slender waist and eyes which looked like the fire hidden under the iceberg; all of her was intriguing and charming.

However, both of them knew that an action impelled by emotion should stop within the limit of propriety, so they just touched each other with their clothes on and took no further action.

Anyway, they would have ample time later! It was like climbing Mount Everest. If they could easily climb to the top in the beginning, it would be no fun!

Having enough tenderness, two young people snuggled up to each other in a dark corner, watching the night sky.

The night sky was like the cradle of stars, lulling the baby stars to sleep. The crescent moon seemed to have just woken up and took a bath, so that the moonlight was very clear and bright.