NABC Chapter 401 If I had been a little earlier
Chapter 401 If I had been a little earlier
There were his shoes, the watermelon he bought, and sounds coming from the kitchen.
She saw his figure flash past the kitchen door, but he didn't come out.
With his keen senses, how could he not notice when she came back and opened or closed the door?
She stood at the door for a while, then went upstairs.
I originally intended to take a shower and change into some clothes from home, but when I entered the room, I found a letter on the table.
The envelope bore his handwriting, which read: To Lin Qingping.
Vigorous and powerful.
The three characters he wrote were the most powerful she had ever seen in her life. The last stroke, the vertical stroke of the character "屏" (screen), seemed to have used up all his strength, and it always seemed to cut through the paper.
She roughly knew what was written in the letter, but couldn't quite figure it out.
I opened the letter, unfolded the paper, and saw that familiar address: Comrade Lin Qingping.
It was exactly the same as what he wrote in his previous letter.
Mei Li said that Wu Tianping taught him how to write letters.
It seems that nothing was taught.
Mei Li had inadvertently glanced at the letter Wu Tianping had written to her in front of Lin Qingping. Of course, it wasn't meant for her to see, nor was it intentional eavesdropping; she had simply happened to see the phrase "Dear Li."
So, Wu Tianping was truly a failure as a master...
Look back.
Hello, Comrade Lin Qingping.
I'm sorry it took so long for this letter to reach you; I'm really not good at writing letters.
For example, the last letter must have been written in a way that you were very dissatisfied with, right?
I know this letter is crucial to you and to us, so I wrote it and revised it repeatedly. I even consulted Wu Tianping to learn his methods, but I found that after learning from him, I became even less able to write.
So, Comrade Lin Qingping, this is still a letter from me, a letter from Gu Juncheng. However, there is one thing I have remembered about Wu: be sincere.
Sincerity means saying what you think without hiding anything, right?
So, this is a letter that contains all my heartfelt words.
When Yu Chengzhi took out the shoes, clothes, and letters you made for him in front of me, I felt very sad. I was thinking that you must have suffered a lot back then, so that you would open your heart to anyone who was even slightly nice to you, even if that person was a scumbag.
Lin Qingping, I really regret it so much!
I regret not going to your village to find you sooner, and I regret not contacting you again after I pulled you out of the icy water.
But I'm also afraid. If I really went to find you too early, you'd hate me, wouldn't you? I'm not the person you're looking for. I'm dark-skinned, I'm rustic, I don't know poetry or songs, I'm just a rough soldier, and I'm even older than you.
But what if I had gone to see you like an older brother back then? Like the big brother from the neighboring village, watching over you so you wouldn't be bullied, and exposing the true face of Yu Chengzhi, that scumbag, wouldn't you have been less sad when he left?
Lin Qingping, I can't bear to wear the sweater you gave me. I take it with me wherever I go, treasuring it with me, afraid that my rough hands will snag those lovely, fluffy yarns, afraid that my dark hands will dirty it.
Lin Qingping, if I had appeared in front of you earlier, before Yu Chengzhi, would you have been willing to make clothes and shoes for me?
I'm sorry, it's all my fault that you suffered so much.
Lin Qingping didn't even finish reading the rest of the letter; she only read this far before dropping the letter to the ground.
So, his anger stemmed from this: he hated himself for not being there for her sooner, giving that scumbag Yu Chengzhi the opportunity to hurt her...
She picked up the letter and quickly glanced at it, hoping to see if he had written anything about the farmland that Yu Chengzhi had fabricated, but after reading it once, there was nothing there; not a single word mentioned the farmland.
She put down the letter, ran downstairs quickly, and stood at the kitchen doorway.
He clearly knew she was there; he stopped chopping vegetables and his shoulders and back were taut.
Why didn't he turn around?
"Gu Juncheng!" Lin Qingping couldn't bear the silence any longer and broke the stillness.
Finally, he slowly turned around, still holding a knife in his hand, with minced meat on the cutting board.
He was very reserved, and even stammered a bit, "Have you... finished watching?"
"Yes, I've finished reading it." She took a deep breath.
“Then…” he became even more nervous.
Lin Qingping's eyes were already red. Looking at the man in front of her, she said fiercely, "Gu Juncheng! I hate you!"
Gu Juncheng was stunned for a moment, but in an instant, Lin Qingping threw herself into his arms, hugged his waist tightly, and sobbed against his chest, "Gu Juncheng, I hate you! I hate you for not coming to find me sooner! For not telling me sooner that you were the one who saved me from the freezing water back then!"
Gu Juncheng was stunned for a moment, a flash of joy in his eyes, but then he became even more at a loss, raising his hands high, still holding the knife in his hands!
"Lin Qingping..." He stammered, "But back then I had dark skin, I was just a country bumpkin, and I was older than you, plus I was a soldier..."
Before he could finish speaking, he felt a warm, moist sensation on his lips.
"Wait..." He wanted to say, wait a moment, wait until he puts the knife down, but he couldn't say it.
So, she had her wild moments too, she had her moments when she completely shut him down, no, she's always been this passionate, always...
He gave up, silently reached for the edge of the cutting board, placed the knife in the right spot, and then picked her up with both hands.
In the euphoria of suddenly being lifted off the ground, Lin Qingping quickly went from being the one in control to the one being forced to breathe. In the end, it was she who couldn't breathe properly, and it was she who was constantly panting...
After a long while, her legs went weak, and she leaned limply against his chest, choking back sobs, "Gu Juncheng, so what if I'm dark-skinned? So what if I'm rustic? So what if I'm a soldier? I like him, that's all that matters! And, the 'big' you mentioned, is it the 'big' I'm thinking of?"
Gu Juncheng: ...
Gu Juncheng was both amused and exasperated. She couldn't stay serious for more than three seconds. "Lin Qingping, Lin Qingping, what's going on in your head?"
Lin Qingping suddenly looked up and stared at him, "You're all pretending! And what about you? What are you thinking? I'm the one who's getting entangled with people in the fields!"
She said that on purpose.
Gu Juncheng said seriously, "Don't talk nonsense."
"What's wrong?" Do you believe it or not?
"Don't I know you? You're that kind of person?" Gu Juncheng said this with a hint of reproach. "Lin Qingping, yes, you're generous and enthusiastic. I always say you're not reserved, but I also know that you've only been unreserved in front of me..."
At this point, Lin Qingping felt a warm current surge through her heart.
So he believed her, he trusted her!
However, Gu Juncheng added, "Even if you really did have something going on with him before, it's not your fault, it's that scumbag's fault, and it's also my fault. I knew you much earlier, but I didn't protect you..."