Era space: flirting with tens of billions of materials

On the fifteenth day of school, Lin Nianhe sat in Courtyard No. 88, staring south in a daze.

Since they left, she had only received real news from Father Lin once - that they were all fine and uninjured.

When the war is raging, making a phone call is a luxury, and there is no time for family love.

The kind of scene where the sound of gunfire is used as the background music to lull your sweetheart to sleep simply cannot exist.

She counted on her fingers and murmured softly: "You should be back soon, right?"

A few days ago, news of the successful withdrawal of troops in the self-defense war has come back.

Counting the time, it’s time for them to go home, right?

"Wang!"

The wind chime suddenly stretched out its front paws and placed them on Lin Nianhe's legs.

Lin Nianhe lowered his head subconsciously and met Feng Chime's watery eyes.

It nudged her leg, as if coaxing her.

Lin Nianhe reached out and rubbed its head, and said softly: "Thank you."

"Wang!"

The wind chime screamed again and rubbed her with its big furry head.

"Hezi, don't think about it. No news is good news at this time," Wen Lan said while turning over the ground. "Besides, we have won the battle, so what's the problem with retreating? It's just that it's not easy to make phone calls. They It’s impossible to run around with a phone in your hand.”

Recently, Sister Lan has learned to coax people.

But Wen Lan has also been very depressed recently - there are war reporters in this war, and she feels that she should be the most skilled among the reporters. Why not let her do this job?

Wang Shumei also said: "Nian He, please finish your dinner quickly. Look how thin you have become recently. Your brother Yun Cheng will be back in a few days. Isn't it heartbreaking to see you so thin?"

Lin Nianhe was still lazy and responded: "I'm not hungry, I'll eat later."

She really couldn't eat anything recently and was completely out of mood.

Seeing that it was getting dark, Wen Lan put down the hoe and asked her, "Shall I sleep with you tonight?"

Since the beginning of the war, Lin Nianhe has had nightmares almost every night. She has tried various methods, but none of them worked.

Later, Wang Shumei and Wen Lan took turns sleeping with her, and would wake her up as soon as she had a nightmare.

"No, I'm fine," Lin Nianhe shook his head, "I have to work overtime tonight, and I'll just copy the design drawings for the lighter production line... and finish them."

She was so distracted that she almost told the truth.

Wen Lan wanted to say something else, but Wang Shumei pulled her and shook her head gently to say no.

She felt that Lin Nianhe probably wanted to be quiet.

Lin Nianhe really wanted to be quiet.

She drew pictures, listened to the rustling, and muttered, scolding Su Yuncheng and Lin Huaizhou a hundred times.

"Even if I ask someone to give me a message...I don't know if I'll be anxious to death..."

"It's okay if you can't take care of it during the war...I still don't know how to make a phone call when I come back..."

In the dead of night, Xiao Lin vented his emotions quietly to the drawings.

She mostly didn't dare to do this during the day, as she was always afraid that others would worry her.

"Ah……"

Amid the sound of brush strokes, she suddenly heard a low laugh.

She had "heard" such laughter many times before.

But every time I excitedly opened the door, all I saw was the thick night.

But every time, she would rush directly to the door and open it.

This time, it's not night outside the door.

Su Yuncheng was still wearing a military uniform, which was dirty and seemed to smell of gunfire.

He stood in the moonlight, slightly raising the corners of his mouth, looking at her.

"Brother Yun Cheng?"

Lin Nianhe was a little unsure and rubbed his eyes.

Open it again and he's still there.

She pinched her leg and it hurt.

"You...you're back?"

Lin Nianhe's voice trembled slightly and he asked nonsense.

Su Yuncheng looked at her with tender eyes. At this moment, he only had her in his eyes. He nodded slightly: "Well, I'm back. Huaizhou is still on the way. I came back first."

There were many people who came back with him, but Lin Nianhe didn't recognize them, so there was no need for him to tell them.

Lin Nianhe pursed her lips, carefully stretched out her hand, and touched his face.

Real touch, warm body temperature.

Really...it's him.

Lin Nianhe's eyes burst with surprise. She wanted to hug him, but was afraid that he would be injured. She would hurt him if she rushed forward rashly.

Her hand wandered up and down for a long time, and finally grabbed the corner of his clothes: "You, come in and show me if you are injured."

Su Yuncheng: "...!"

It depends on what she said, maybe she wants to...

The lights on the opposite side also turned on at this moment, and Wang Shumei's sleepy voice came out: "Nian He? What's wrong?"

While talking, she and Wen Lan came out wearing clothes one after the other.

Seeing the tall dark figure in the yard, they were stunned for a while and then breathed a sigh of relief.

"You're finally back! If you don't come back, Lin Nianhe will starve himself to death!" Wang Shumei joked with a smile, and then said, "You two chat while I cook a bowl of noodles."

After that, she dragged Wen Lan into the kitchen.

Lin Nianhe was not polite and shouted: "Remember to add two eggs!"

"I know!" Wang Shumei's tone was brisk.

When Su Yuncheng came back, the atmosphere in Courtyard 88 suddenly became relaxed.

Wang Shumei and Wen Lan didn't complain about being woken up in the middle of the night, but instead laughed along with them.

Su Yuncheng was dragged into the house by Lin Nianhe.

Under the light, he was obviously much thinner, and there was a look of fatigue in his eyes.

Lin Nianhe saw that he didn't move and started to unbutton his buttons.

Su Yuncheng's pupils tightened: "Nian He!"

"I've been dreaming about you all scarred every night recently," Lin Nianhe's eyes turned red and he insisted unreasonably, "I don't care, I have to see it with my own eyes."

Su Yuncheng looked at her pointed chin and saw the dust on her fingers.

He was silent for a moment, held her hand and said, "I'll do it."

"Ah."

Lin Nianhe couldn't care less about being awkward or shy now, she just wanted to see with her own eyes whether he was hurt or not.

Su Yuncheng was injured. His arm was scratched by shrapnel. It wasn't serious. The gauze had been removed, leaving only a scab.

His ears were so red that they were almost bleeding, and he said to her in as calm a voice as possible: "Look, I'm really fine."

Lin Nianhe looked at him, tears welling up in his eyes.

She had never thought that a person could have so many scars on his body.

Old knife wounds and round gunshot wounds fell on his body, eventually converging into the five-pointed star on his shoulder.

In comparison, the scratch on the arm did seem very light.

"Does it hurt?"

Lin Nianhe's voice trembled slightly, and her fingertips lightly touched a scar on his heart.

This scar looks recent, probably only a few years old.

"Nianhe."

Su Yuncheng lowered his eyes and looked at her with a complicated expression.

He grabbed her hand and whispered, "It doesn't hurt, but don't touch it."

Lin Nianhe subconsciously looked up and saw his eyes, and his emotions were instantly interrupted.

Hmm...it doesn't seem to be very good...

She looked at him, remained silent for a moment, then stood on tiptoes and kissed the corner of his lips.

Su Yuncheng: "...!"

Damn it.