There is a Wall Behind the Shadow

Song Shiyue walked back and forth around the dilapidated house a few times, thinking more and more in her mind, she was eager to find someone to share and discuss.

Seeing the sun gradually rise, the sweet potato soup stewed on the fire in the distance has boiled a faint sweet aroma, and it is almost time for others to wake up.

Song Shiyue began to walk towards Feng Qianqian's tent, but he was almost knocking on the tent door, but she shrank back, even backing a few steps.

On the side of the fire, Ning Chuyang opened the lid of the large pot and used a spoon to penetrate into the bottom of the pot and stirred it clockwise several times.

The lumps of sweet potatoes that had been boiled and sank under the pot were scattered a little under such agitation. The original clear soup on the upper layer was stained with finely red, and it was suddenly richer.

"That..." Song Shiyue stood still by the fire.

Ning Chuyang, who was stirring the sweet potato soup in his hand but didn't know where it flew, was taken aback, and almost threw the spoon into the pot.

"You have no sound when you walk!" He was stuck in his throat, but suddenly thinking of the time when Song Shiyue was shocked by a small talk, Ning Chuyang couldn't speak again.

how to say.

Those who pit people will always be pitted.

They are all people who have fallen into the world.

"I'll just ask, wait until the house is finished to know where the ground can be leveled and used, so the wheelchair has to wait for a later point to do it. So now I want to move Feng Qianqian, or can I hold it and move it?" Song Shi Yue didn't know that Ning Chuyang's heart had been enriched up to this point, only after a moment of surprise to the stranger in front of him, she poured out her own words.

Song Shiyue's words skipped one topic at a time, but Ning Chuyang didn't understand it at first.

But when she reacted, she became blushing and helpless.

"You... what you said..." Ning Chuyang stammered a little, only said a few words, and looked a little angry, "I...in case you fall. You..."

"I should just hold it, right?" Song Shiyue can actually understand Ning Chuyang's embarrassment at this time. She wasn't here to hurt another vegetable chicken, so she suppressed her smile and said, "Then I am now Can you ask Feng Qianqian to get up? I plan to discuss things with her about the house."

I saw it, Ning Chuyang saw the smile hidden by Song Shiyue!

"Are you going, ask me what I do." Ning Chuyang struck his neck with an air of grandeur.

Song Shiyue smiled and nodded, and said, "Well..."

"Whatever happened before!" Ning Chuyang said loudly, as if he could conceal his lack of confidence with the volume, but when it was over, he glanced at the tent not far away and muttered in a low voice. , "We have nothing, don't be so strange!"

"Good, good." Song Shiyue nodded, and looked very considerate, but responded to Ning Chuyang's words, "Then I have to ask you first, what's the matter before. After all...our team, It's no longer a pure teammate relationship."

Ning Chuyang: "..."

What should I do if I am so angry that it looks like a goldfish whose eyes are bulging out, but still has a little self-deprecating remark to Song Shiyue.

This kind of guy who hits his own 50 boards and easily hits others' 80 boards...

In fact, Song Shiyue really came here friendly, but Ning Chuyang's reaction was really interesting. Some laughed that Song Shiyue tried hard to hide, and couldn't stand her acting skills.

This caused Ning Chuyang to be angry, and when Song Shiyue turned around to leave, finally suffocated a big move.

"I'm not Teacher Yu, so I won't get jealous just because I need to hug this kind of thing!" Once I observed the tiny pink head, I finally came up with the ultimate trick.

Being hit immediately, I don't know what I remembered, but how many Song Shiyue he remembered and fled away blushing.

Facts have proved that the reconciliation of the rookie chicken is just an illusion of vanity and will eventually move towards each other.

In this round, it was obvious that Ning Caiji, under the absolute weakness, completed the counter-kill with a precise blow and won the victory of the second battle.

Feng Qianqian was actually awake before Song Shiyue knocked on the tent door.

To be precise, after yesterday's events, Feng Qianqian's leg is not as painful as the previous day, but actually sleeps better than the previous day.

after all……

Compared with distressed legs, the new ones are more boring.

Who would have thought...

The abandonment and departure of Mu Xingzhou at the beginning only made Feng Qianqian sad, but now that Ning Chuyang has nothing, he has already begun to truly feel the magic of the word "abuse".

Feng Qianqian thought about it for an afternoon on the wooden board yesterday, and spent almost the night in the tent, without even trying to understand...what is going on with Ning Chuyang.

Once, it was an accident of sleeplessness.

the second time……

There is also the "third time" that I can feel the person leaning forward at night, stopping in front of his lips for a long time...

Feng Qianqian's spirit began to improve slowly now that he found the place of Sanqi, but it was impossible for his body to be patched up on the spot overnight, let alone the useless legs.

Such a person...How could Ning Chuyang like him?This possibility is really Feng Qianqian wanting to laugh at the first thought, or the kind of laugh after eating two catties of yellow lotus.

impossible.

There are three or seven, and he is still a person on the line of life and death, maybe some inflammation or infection will end like this.

How can such a person deserve a love.

not to mention……

Feng Qianqian knew very well that these days, what Ning Chuyang did for himself was more than just small daily things.This pair of useless legs made her rely on Ning Chuyang to solve her personal problems inevitably several times a day.And scrub...

There is no place, not seen.

Feng Qianqian realized that he was not a beautiful person before, and now his legs are broken, and he is so thin and weak that only a skeleton is left.

Feng Qianqian didn't like such a body, let alone Ning Chuyang.

And these legs...

Feng Qianqian, who was sitting quietly in the tent, looked deeply at her legs.

They used to be soaked with blood, turned up the broken bones, and they used to pour out the fluid and even pus...

This kind of wound that can reduce the appetite for a day at a glance, after the initial powder was washed away, Ning Chuyang boiled boiled water several times a day to dry it, and then cleaned it up a little...

Everything was ugly and filthy, even after Feng Qianqian was shocked by the dependence and difference that had arisen in his heart, he severely spurned his thoughts over and over again.

That night, when Ning Chuyang cried and told her that Song Shiyue felt unworthy because of debt, Feng Qianqian felt the same way.

It's just... she's unworthy, unbearable, intolerable, much harder than Song Shiyue.

No matter how unexpected the first kiss was before.

Regardless of the second kiss afterwards, it is...

Regardless of the long stay last night...

Feng Qianqian felt that he was unworthy.

Not worthy of any kiss and any possibility.

she was……

Don't believe it...

When Song Shiyue knocked on the tent door, Feng Qianqian was sinking into self-loathing and abandoning herself.

Because she didn't have Song Shiyue's good hearing, Feng Qianqian subconsciously thought it was Ning Chuyang who came to wake her up.

Are you ready?

No.

Feng Qianqian lay back subconsciously and closed his eyes.

Then the tent door was opened a small slit.

"It's me." Song Shiyue didn't look inside the tent, and only whispered under the seam, "Are the clothes ready? Can I come in?"

Feng Qianqian: "..."

Although I pretended to sleep on the board last night, it was obvious that Yu Nianbing should have said it all night, and the initial embarrassment passed.

Soon, the voice of Feng Qianqian letting in came from the tent.

"Today I am going to build up the house. You said I made the original bedroom and kitchen into a bathroom, and then all the bedrooms were rebuilt? Can a stove heat up the kang in several rooms? And the utility room, I Want to make it into a bathroom, the models you used to play, should the bathroom be used for watering?" Song Shiyue went into the tent and started to dig out.

"..." Feng Qianqian sat up, twisted her body a little awkwardly, raised her hand to stop Song Shiyue's question, and whispered, "Well, before building a house, can you help me?"

"Huh?" Song Shiyue didn't react.

"That's..." Feng Qianqian flushed his cheeks as early as the last sentence, and then slowly raised his finger to point outside the tent, "It's the bucket outside that I use to...to the toilet, can you? help me?"

"Bring it in for you? Of course it's okay." Song Shiyue smiled friendly, just about to change from sitting to standing up, but then he sat back.

Feng Qianqian, who was shocked by Song Shiyue's actions, felt even more unbearable: "..."

"That... after I bring it in, can you do it yourself?" Song Shiyue asked cautiously.

"I can't do it myself...Can you help me?" Feng Qianqian turned his head away from seeing Song Shiyue.

If this problem happened before Song Shiyue came back yesterday, then there would be nothing to consider, it would be just a word.

However, Song Shiyue was silent when asked now.

Feng Qianqian turned her head around, showing a bit of pity: "Can't you help me?"

"No...it's not impossible, I'm not unwilling." Song Shiyue couldn't bear Feng Qianqian looking at herself like this, and quickly waved her hand to explain, "I am. Is this usually Ning Chuyang? That if I, she... ...That she..."

When Feng Qianqian listened, he understood.

It seems that Song Shiyue not only heard about the things on the tree yesterday, but also had some thoughts and speculations.

"Don't worry, Ning Chuyang and I have nothing to do, and nothing will happen. What happened yesterday was actually a misunderstanding, and she would never think it was wrong because you helped me." Feng Qianqian was really a little anxious, after all, yesterday. After being kissed by Ning Chuyang, I...have never been there.

"Since it's nothing, then, let me ask Ning Chuyang for you to come in?" Song Shiyue breathed a sigh of relief as she heard the slight footsteps outside that had reached the door of the tent.

"No!" Feng Qianqian was anxious and angry, did not hear what Song Shiyue said, but couldn't help but soften the words, "You help me, please..."

Song Shiyue really couldn't see Feng Qianqian like this. If Ning Chuyang was already at the door, Song Shiyue would really help.

It is really sad for the whole heart to see the pitiful truth of the little girl without a confidant.

However, Ning Chuyang didn't give Song Shiyue a chance to abandon the League of Intimate People, or even Feng Qianqian a chance to finish speaking. He swiped the floor and opened the zipper of the tent door.

Song Shiyue hurriedly withdrew from the soon-to-be-started Shura Field, and even nearly ran into a dog who had walked in small steps because he was walking too fast.

After picking up the unknown dog who seemed to be going to Feng Qianqian's tent, Song Shiyue rushed to the fire in a few steps.

Before the poor dog, who was hugged by the king, had time to taste the happiness in it, he was put down all of a sudden and almost got his ass hairy.

"I'm sorry, I didn't pay attention, I didn't pay attention..." Song Shiyue touched the aggrieved dog, and glanced at Ning Chuyang secretly, took the bucket in, and tightened the tent door. He breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Shiyue's hunch this time was quite accurate.

In the tent, Ning Chuyang, who was carrying the bucket, looked really bad.

Feng Qianqian, who softened his words in front of Song Shiyue, seemed to have drunk a dumb medicine for a second and lost his voice.

"I said why you didn't want it yesterday. I thought it was because you drank less water." Ning Chuyang said that he had a bad tone, just thinking that Feng Qianqian was almost full of tears just now begging Song Shiyue. She almost blows up her head, where can she control her tone.

Feng Qianqian bowed his head and was silent.

"Why don't I help you? Just because of me yesterday..." Ning Chuyang knelt down next to Feng Qianqian, and then reached out to uncover Feng Qianqian's quilt, but didn't stop and continued, "It's because of me. Yesterday I learned from your former unrestrained roommate? Are you used to it, don’t you think it’s okay? Isn’t it normal to kiss when you’re happy?"

Ning Chuyang's hand reaching Feng Qianqian's pants waist was caught.

"You..." Ning Chuyang was very angry, and said, he only raised his head to meet Feng Qianqian and tightened his lips, his face became pale, and his eyes were also misted...

That very anger was reduced by most.

"That's it, don't talk about it, let's fix it first." Ning Chuyang consciously withdrew from 800 miles, stretched out his other hand to brush away Feng Qianqian's blocking hand.

It's just that, after a call, it didn't.

"Why? Not in a hurry?" Ning Chuyang felt that his attitude should be better, but Feng Qianqian's appearance of begging Song Shiyue just now was in sharp contrast with the obvious rejection now, exploding people's head with anger. Second kind.

Feng Qianqian did not speak.

Ning Chuyang was kneeling next to Feng Qianqian, and the two were very close. Seeing Feng Qianqian's lips pursed to the point of whitening, he was really angry and...

Not softer than when I was caught off guard yesterday.The tight barrier is guarded more strictly than yesterday.It is still the insistence that the soft tip of the tongue cannot be opened.It is still a fog of letting people ask for it, not rejecting or responding.

but……

Still addictive.

What is angry, what is jealous, what...

Ning Chuyang consciously is not a personality that must be obtained for whatever she wants. Many times she is still...a bit Buddha?

But now.

Addicted to it.

In Feng Qianqian's live broadcast room on StarNet, large mosaics spread across the screen.

The audience did not temporarily reduce their attention to this live broadcast room. On the contrary, the barrage of whether this is the third or the fourth time became more and more brushed and thicker.

And under the mosaic...

It is getting closer, even raising his hand to cover the opponent's waist, bringing the person closer...

Feng Qianqian felt the temperature rise, whether it was the other party's or his own.

Even though he insisted not to respond, he was still...uncontrollable.

however.

No way.

Feng Qianqian trembling hands, leaned against Ning Chuyang's shoulders, and pushed his life away.

The warmth on the lips suddenly disappeared.

Only the crisp cleaned by the soft things and the hemp slowly grinded by the teeth, and the smell of sweet potatoes and peanuts, but it will not go for a long time.

"I..." Ning Chuyang, who might not be able to wake up anymore, said, only a hoarse voice made her close her mouth again.

The emotional husky, heard in Feng Qianqian's ears, but gently brushed in his heart like a soft feather.

Maybe, she really likes herself.

Feng Qianqian raised his eyes and looked at Ning Chuyang, whose cheeks were full of red, and was quickly taken away by the demand that his body could not hold back.After all, I was not indifferent just now, and the throbbing that was born made the already unbearable demand even more uncomfortable.

Perhaps, it's just a loneliness that needs to be accompanied by this isolated planet.

"Help me." Feng Qianqian regained his sanity, and with a splash of coldness, burst the small flame in his heart, and even the red tide on his face disappeared, leaving only a little bit of eartips.

He just kissed someone for no reason, and couldn't even find a reasonable "happy celebration" reason to pretend to be a roommate, and quickly rolled down the steps.

When the sound of water stopped, Ning Chuyang blushed and took a piece of paper to help wipe it, but Feng Qianqian called it off.

"I'll do it myself." Feng Qianqian's tone even brought some coldness to doubt.

Feng Qianqian's injured leg couldn't completely sag, so although the wooden barrel Song Shiyue made for her was an imitation spittoon, it was much lower.Because of the injured leg, Feng Qianqian usually has to support the knees of the people behind with his hands and rely on people to support his back to get to the toilet.This rub... has always been Ning Chuyang...

If it weren’t for the previous kiss, Ning Chuyang might still have a few ink marks and say something like "Isn’t it all here before?" "If Song Shiyue helped you before, would you say the same?"

But now...

Ning Chuyang just said weakly: "You can't keep your balance, right?"

Then after receiving Feng Qianqian's almost sharp "I can!", he handed the paper honestly.

Feng Qianqian said yes, but it was actually very, very painful.

Losing one hand to maintain balance, even if Ning Chuyang stretched out his hand to protect him in time, but the legs and feet that couldn't work hard still inevitably worked hard, and the other hand took more pressure.

but……

A piece of paper towel slides into the bucket.

The things that could not be detected by Ning Chuyang were incorporated into the bucket.

A few minutes later, Feng Qianqian packed up and sat in the tent neatly, looking at the back of Ning Chuyang holding the bucket, his heart was barren.

Look, it's so embarrassing again.

I even almost found myself more embarrassed.

I look like this.

After being kissed unexpectedly, will...

Life is so comfortable, don't want to die.

Ning Chuyang did not discover Feng Qianqian's little secret.

But when she finished pouring the bucket and solving personal problems by herself, she discovered her little secret.

This caused her to linger outside for a long time before she lowered the temperature of her face to the point where the cooked eggs can be scalded.

When Ning Chuyang came back wild in the woods outside, she saw Song Shiyue holding Feng Qianqian, walking back and forth between those old houses.

It should be discussing building a house...

Ning Chuyang went to stir up the sweet potato soup in the pot.

She had tasted the taste before, and it was soft and thick enough, so she removed most of the firewood and simmered it over a low fire. Then she took a clean stainless steel lunch box and kept a box for Zhuang Jiachuan who was sleeping.

Turn around and take a look when it's over.

Song Shiyue and the others didn't turn around between the rooms, they just stood in front of a few rooms and muttered something.

Feng Qianqian is very skilled in craftsmanship. He used to make a model of a house that required him to build wooden slats and mix concrete. He should be talking about those experiences with Song Shiyue...

Right...

Ning Chuyang bowed his head and stirred the soup again, which actually didn't need to be stirred.

Then quickly couldn't help but raised his head and looked at the two people over there.

Seeing Feng Qianqian, steadily shrinking in Song Shiyue's arms, the two of them didn't know what they were talking, and as they were talking, Feng Qianqian laughed...

If she didn't mind anything that she said before, she immediately ate it by herself.

"Do you want to eat?" Ning Chuyang slowly walked behind the two of them, trying to keep calm and urge the meal.

"Wait a little longer." Song Shiyue lowered her head and said to Feng Qianqian who was in her arms, "What you said just now makes sense, and you can tell me more about it. How can you..."

"Isn't it tired to hold? Use the newly made chair?" Ning Chuyang poked Song Shiyue's waist lightly.

"No..." Song Shiyue's words came to her lips, but she turned her head after being poked like this.

The previous Shura field was really embarrassing. Song Shiyue specifically blocked it, just like blocking everyone's voice when solving personal problems and washing.So I don't know how the two people are in the Shura field.

But now seeing Ning Chuyang's expression of suffocation, Song Shiyue wanted to laugh again.

It was not righteous to say before, "I'm not Teacher Yu, am I not jealous?" Who is it now? There are no Xiaolongbaos in the morning, so so sour.

"It's okay, I can. After all, I have strength. A few hours, one or two days will be fine." Song Shiyue laughed, "I still have a lot of places to talk to Feng Qianqian..."

Ning Chuyang’s face was getting more and more angry. Seeing that the third victory of the rookie peck was just before his eyes, Song Shiyue suddenly stopped, and quickly hugged Feng Qianqian back to the tent. Put the person on the new stool made before.

Just as Ning Chuyang, who was behind him, was about to ask a question, the door of the tent next to it opened and Yu Nianbing walked out.

"Heh..." Ning Chuyang knew that Song Shiyue was halfway through the battle, and he was about to fight back at the reason why he had succeeded but ran away.

The relationship is a strict wife.

Song Shiyueqing coughed, and turned her back to Yu Nianbing and made a begging expression to Ning Chuyang.

Ning Chuyang didn't say anything yet.

I couldn't get well, but I hoped that the good pair next to Feng Qianqian gently pulled the corners of Ning Chuyang's clothes hanging down and said, "Is breakfast ready? Can I have it?"

Ning Chuyang nodded and immediately went to Sheng, Song Shiyue looked at the other side's back and sighed.

These days, who is not a strict wife?

"I'm going to serve you a bowl too." Song Shiyue turned around and smiled gently at Yu Nianbing.

"No, I'll come by myself in a while, I haven't washed it yet..." Yu Nianbing hesitated and refused.

"It's okay, I will serve it out for you to cool off, and just come over to eat after washing." Song Shiyue didn't seem to be hit, and smiled and retreated to the fire.

Yu Nianbing: "..."

This person is really...

Originally, Yu Nianbing had an illusion when the two were closest.I feel that Song Shiyue Xu is the same as herself, and somewhat different to the other party...heart.This feeling once hit the highest peak in Song Shiyue seven hours back and forth just to bring himself a handful of chestnuts.

Then...just when Song Shiyue mentioned the grace of life-saving again and again, she was suppressed again a little bit.

Even some time ago, the two people had a distance inexplicably. Well, it was the few days when Yu Nianbing unilaterally stepped back and Song Shiyue did not take the initiative to move forward. Yu Nianbing affirmed that he had a unilateral idea. Also tried to return to the position of ordinary teammates.

however……

Song Shiyue yesterday seemed like a different person?

Yu Nianbing looked at the sweet potatoes in the stainless steel lunch box and the mud scraped from the sweet potato skins for a long time, then put them away and took them out to look at them. They went back and forth many times, causing the sweet potatoes to be completely cold when they ate them.

However, Yu Nianbing ate cleanly.

Is this a reward for saving lives?Is this friendship among ordinary teammates?

That is, Song Shiyue is indeed a good person, a very good person to friends and teammates, but as for...is it possible to do this?

Yu Nianbing was a little confused.

Then these confusions, after accidentally watching the kiss between Feng Qianqian and Ning Chuyang, turned into a kind of doubt that shouldn't appear.

No, it should be said, doubts that shouldn't reappear.

Obviously he felt that he couldn't take that step, but Yu Nianbing still couldn't hold it back. Before going to bed last night, he carefully tested it.

then.

There's no after that.

Song Shiyue is still the survivalist who is not interested in feelings.

And Yu Nianbing only attributed Song Shiyue's sudden enthusiasm yesterday to... a beautiful dream.

But now it is obvious that this dream will not wake up for a while.

This... really makes me want to take my heart back and put it well, it is very... embarrassing!

Yu Nianbing sighed softly, just about to wash, but accidentally met Feng Qianqian who was quietly looking at him next to him.

Oh, I almost forgot, the embarrassment of yesterday.

"Cough... early... ah..." Yu Nianbing spoke quickly before the embarrassment spread to his face.

Feng Qianqian leaned softly on the chair and smiled: "Teacher Yu usually doesn't speak so slowly."

"Heh..." Yu Nianbing is not good at getting along with people, even if these people are already her approved teammates, she really didn't know what to do after the situation yesterday.

"Ms. Yu doesn't usually sneer at me." Feng Qianqian smiled again.

"It's not a sneer." Yu Nianbing was still more concerned about the psychology of this very injured girl, frowned slightly, and retorted, "It's a dry smile at most."

"Hahaha!" Feng Qianqian hammered the handle of the chair.

It's really dying. After such a bad morning, the mood that has fallen into the bottom of the valley is unexpectedly because of Yu Nianbing's serious explanation.

Sure enough, I don't want to die anymore.

Yu Nianbing coughed and couldn't catch Feng Qianqian's reaction.

Actually Feng Qianqian was quite embarrassed yesterday.

It was embarrassing to face Ning Chuyang who kissed herself for no reason.

Yu Nianbing, who must have seen this kiss, was of course embarrassed.

Even facing Song Shiyue who just came back and didn't know the situation, but she would know soon, she didn't know how to face it, so she could only pretend to sleep on the spot.

However, after experiencing this morning's...extremely embarrassing situation, Feng Qianqian became a Buddha.

It's like a person who thought the salted fish and bacon was too salty at first. After being filled with two bags of salt, how could he still feel the salted fish and bacon salty.

So at this time, Feng Qianqian was much more comfortable than Yu Nianbing.

Even, seeing how uncomfortable Nianbing was, Feng Qianqian took the initiative to ridicule himself and explained: "Yesterday was just a small misunderstanding. Don't take it to heart, Teacher Yu, just as usual."

Misunderstanding?

Yesterday, because of the angle, Yu Nianbing, who happened to be able to see the expressions of the two men... did not think so at all.

Yu Nianbing, who wanted to wash up earlier because of embarrassment, suddenly didn't want to leave.

Yu Nianbing turned his head and glanced at the two people who were flushing the dishes with boiling water by the fire. They had not yet picked up the breakfast. Then he glanced at Feng Qianqian, who seemed very open-minded, and felt that there should be time to talk for a minute.

"You like Ning Chuyang." Yu Nianbing used declarative sentences.