Chapter 1301

In the evening, when it was time for dinner, Song Yang took the initiative to knock on the door without Feng's invitation.

As soon as Feng Zhongyuan put down the last dish of fatty beef in sour soup, he heard the doorbell ring. When he opened the door, he saw Song Yang in high spirits. His cheeks were slightly red. He smelled like soap. It was very refreshing, not the pungent taste of Cologne. "Thinking of calling you? Don't you know the code and knock on the door? "

"You're a girl. I'll go in like this. It's easy to scare you." Song Yang is the kind of masculine man, full of vigor and vitality, especially in military uniform. He looks very handsome. I don't know how many female soldiers he can charm.

For the first time, Feng Yuanman was treated as a little girl by a man. His eyes flashed, "come on in, or the dishes will be cold."

As soon as Song Yang enters the room, he looks at the dishes on the table. Everything is what he likes.

Looking at the fat beef in sour soup without pepper, a glimmer of disappointment flashed across his eyes, "no pepper."

"You're injured, and you eat chili?"

Although we know that Feng Zhongyuan is for his own good, the desire for food is the most important thing.

"There's no pepper in it, but the taste is sure to make you like it."

This time, Song Yang was not polite. He first served a bowl of rice, and then ate a mouthful of fat beef in sour soup. Although there was no pepper, there was a little bit of pungent taste in his mouth, which slipped through his throat. It was so delicious that people could not help eating more.

"What do you have in it?"

"Black pepper."

"Why can't I taste black pepper?"

When it comes to the practice of delicious food, Feng Jiayuan talks about it endlessly and begins to tell Song Yang about his own method. They discuss it while eating.

But after a while, the food on the table was swept away by him.

After dinner, Song Yang takes the initiative to help Feng Yuanman clean up the tableware on the table. She washes the dishes on one side, and secretly glances at Song Yang by the way. She always feels that what happened today is like a dream.

The atmosphere is a little too warm. I wish time would stop at this moment and stay here forever.

"Well, let's go to exercise after dinner."

When he thought of the five kilometer run he said, Feng's hand slipped and the plate flew out. Fortunately, Song Yang was so quick that he buckled the plate and put it on the shelf of the cupboard. "Why are you so careless?"

"It's a load of five kilometers?"

Seeing her face wrinkled, Song Yang couldn't help laughing, "let's take a walk first. When you get used to the amount of exercise, you can increase your running or load."

Seeing him say so, Feng can't help but feel relieved.

There is a small park near Yunhua home. When they go out, the sky is dim. They walk along the path of the park, not fast or slow.

Song Yang's appearance is really too noticeable. I don't know how many middle-aged and old women look back and stop along the way, and I don't know how many people point at him. Seeing that Song Yang doesn't have any difference, she puts away her inferiority complex and follows him.

At first, the pace was slow and could keep up with it. Later, it was a little difficult.

Song Yang saw that she was struggling, so he slowed down. Along the way, they didn't say anything.

Feng Huanyuan couldn't keep up. He pointed to a group of old people who played guzheng and flute and said, "let's listen to two songs before we go."

Song Yang mouth a smoke, "good."

There are only a few songs of the old people's chorus, either red songs or songs of the motherland and soldiers.

After listening to one song, he wanted to hear the second one. Then when he heard the fourth song, Song Yang understood that the girl was lazy.

"Perfect, are you lazy?"

Feng Yuanman felt guilty. How dare he admit it? He shook his head. "No, I'm brewing emotions. I want to sing a song for you."

Song Yang hands ring chest, did not give Feng perfect opportunity, "thank you, can I order a song?"

More songs?

She just found a small excuse for being lazy. Why should she be serious?

"That I I'd better choose one myself. I can't sing some songs very well. " Besides cooking, Feng's singing is also very good.

But generally not in front of the performance, and now forced himself to a desperate situation, a little nervous.

"I'll wait." Song Yang also likes to see her anxious appearance of scratching her cheek with her ears, pretending to be a deep one.

Feng Yuanman is difficult to ride a tiger, so he has to play hard. Originally, he was looking forward to the other party's righteous refusal of his request. Who would have thought that these old people were originally for fun. Now with the cooperation of young people, he naturally agreed happily.

Read the score and find someone who can sing.

The prelude reminds me that Song Yang is stunned. This song is no stranger to him.

Even in the army always sing, suddenly guessed the little girl this song is sung for him. His spare time eyes locked Feng's pink face, and his smile was a little joyful.As soon as her voice rang out, Song Yang felt goose bumps and relaxed from his heart.

He didn't know that this song could also sing the feeling of Fairy Spirit. It was so ethereal that it made people feel a little happy. It was very different from the sad feeling when listening to it in the past.

"I don't know who you are, but I know who you are for, for whom, for the harvest of autumn, for the return of wild geese in spring..." The climax deeply touched the heart of one of his soldiers. A glimmer of water flashed through his eyes. Her singing reminded him of those comrades who had died, because the disabled and retired comrades were a group of soldiers who didn't ask for anything in return.

On the way back, Song Yang sincerely praised, "perfection."

"What?"

"You sing so well."

Looking at his serious expression, Feng's small face suddenly turned red, lowered his head and said thank you in a low voice.