After four years of marriage, the military officer husband came back

People who tell lies always feel guilty. After hearing Lu Jingzhe ask "Really?" in an obviously questioning tone, Xia Qingning still felt a little flustered unconsciously.

I was struggling with whether or not to reveal a little about my origins to him, but the thought only flashed through my mind for a second.

If it were a parallel universe, she would consider telling him the truth, but this was just a world of fiction.

Lu Jingzhe is a soldier, they have a strong sense of national responsibility. The deceased Zeng Xiaodao and his comrades-in-arms swore to defend the territory of the motherland until their death. And the eldest uncle and the second uncle fought for the people and were wounded and bleeding...

If Xia Qingning told him now that this was just a fictional world created by later generations and that everything they did would not be recorded in history, I wonder if Lu Jingzhe's beliefs would collapse from then on.

Telling him would only cause him more trouble, so why should he know the truth?

"Yes." Xia Qingning adjusted her mentality, looked at Lu Jingzhe and said seriously, then pretended to be puzzled and asked:

"what happened?"

Lu Jingzhe met Xia Qingning's sincere gaze, and a moment of disappointment flashed by, but he soon returned to normal:

"Nothing, just a little unexpected." After saying that, he continued to walk forward, and said naturally as he walked:

"Sometimes I wonder if there's something about you that I don't know."

After hearing what he said, Xia Qingning felt inexplicably guilty. Just as she was getting anxious, she heard Lu Jingzhe suddenly ask her:

"What about the Propaganda Department? Aren't you going there?"

Xia Qingning didn't know whether he changed the subject intentionally or unintentionally, so she followed his lead and said:

"Captain Mu said he would discuss this with the head of the Propaganda Department and he would probably still draw the blackboard newspaper."

"Are you tired? Are you physically okay?" Lu Jingzhe asked, with undisguised concern in his tone.

"No, the Propaganda Department's blackboard newspaper can usually be finished in one day, and Director Mu said that the art troupe won't assign too many classes for me." Xia Qingning comforted him.

"Don't you practice on weekdays? Today is Sunday, and I see many people from the art troupe are practicing in the classroom." Lu Jingzhe said, fearing that his wife would be tired.

After hearing his words, Xia Qingning suddenly smiled. At this moment, the two of them had already walked into their own courtyard. Xia Qingning raised her hand and naturally pulled his arm, and asked softly:

"Have you forgotten what I just told you? I am here to be a teacher. I only teach them and don't need to practice with them after class."

"Yeah." Lu Jingzhe then realized that his wife's identity was different from that of the cultural soldier. It was good this way. She was a teacher, and when she went to the regiment, other female soldiers would not dare to bully her.

After entering the house, Lu Jingzhe took off his military uniform and was about to hang it up when he suddenly felt a tightening around his waist. Two white and slender arms like lotus roots instantly wrapped around him from behind. The person behind him gently leaned over and called his name tenderly and affectionately:

"Lu Jingzhe."

Xia Qingning's sudden intimacy made Lu Jingzhe slightly stunned. After a moment, he covered Xia Qingning's hand with his big hand and responded:

"Well, what happened?"

"It's nothing, I just want to hug you." Xia Qingning buried her head in his back and said in a muffled voice.

After hearing what she said, the man in front raised his arms, gently embraced her from behind to his chest, and held her in his arms.

Xia Qingning put her arms around his thin waist, rubbed her head against his chest, and said softly:

"Thank you for today."

He always shows up when I need him, and helps me solve problems quickly and effectively, and never takes credit for it afterwards.

It was precisely because of this sense of security that she could so calmly tell Xia Guyu today that she would write the article exposing Mo Zhenzhen.

A good lover not only loves you, but also gives you strength and confidence.

"I said, there's no need to say these two words between us."

Lu Jingzhe's deep voice rang above her head. Xia Qingning looked up. There was no light on and no window open in the room, so the light was a little dim.

Lu Jingzhe's three-dimensional facial features looked like a silhouette at this moment. Xia Qingning couldn't help but raise her hands and hook them around his neck.

No one knew who took the initiative, but by the time they reacted, they were already kissing each other. In the midst of the confusion and passion, Xia Qingning's hands became uncontrollably restless.

Just when she wanted to go further, her hand was caught by Lu Jingzhe. Because of the kiss just now, his breathing was a little rapid, and he lowered his voice to remind her:

"A Ning, it's not dark yet..."

From his rapid breathing and slightly rising and falling chest, Xia Qingning could tell that he didn't want to do it at all, but was clearly trying hard to restrain himself. Her hand deftly slipped out of his palm and continued what she had just done. Her eyes were like stars shining faintly in the dim light, and she said in a bewitching voice:

"blacken."

*

The next day was Monday, and Xia Qingning went to the Propaganda Department to report early.

Yesterday, Director Mu of the Art Troupe had already met with Section Chief Zhang of the Propaganda Department. No one knew what excuse she used, but as soon as Xia Qingning arrived, Section Chief Zhang called her to his office and told her half-jokingly and half-seriously that she could go to the Art Troupe, but she couldn't be too partial and the quality of the bulletin board must be guaranteed.

Xia Qingning has never been a person who does things perfunctorily. Since she has agreed, she will do it seriously. So she sincerely told the minister that she will do it well.

"Qing Ning, how about this? We will pay you 20 yuan a month as salary, and you will only be responsible for drawing the boards. If the department needs your help in the future, we will calculate the labor fee for you separately."

Section Chief Zhang said that since you are here to work, the salary must be discussed clearly.

Xia Qingning thought for a moment and replied:

"Chief, I only draw on boards, and 15 yuan is enough for my salary."

In her opinion, blackboard painting can usually be completed in one day, and if done once a week, that is about four times a month, so the salary of 20 yuan is indeed a bit high.

I didn't expect that the comrade in front of me had such a good consciousness. This behavior of not wanting to take advantage of the army also made Section Chief Zhang appreciate Xia Qingning's character even more:

"Well, the salary is 18 yuan, half of what regular employees get. Our former colleagues who were in charge of board painting made more than yuan a month."

Hearing what Section Chief Zhang said, Xia Qingning did not refuse anymore and nodded in agreement.

I finished drawing the blackboard for the Propaganda Department today. Tomorrow is September 1st, which is also the day when the new recruits of the art troupe report for duty.

Xia Qingning is not a new recruit, so she does not need to report. She has already made plans. She still has some finishing work to do for the printmaking competition at the school. She will finish it tomorrow and start physical training with the new recruits of the art troupe the day after tomorrow.