The Love of Passerby A

Chapter 592: A Survival Guide for Women in the Old Republic of China (131)

All the previous irrationalities seemed to be explained at this moment.

Even though his brother Su Yanqing is very important to their organization, he should not have the authority to disclose information about his comrades to outsiders.

However, not long after Su Yanqing returned to China, he revealed to him that Song Chengjing was not dead. It was obviously not just his brother's work.

This must be the result of Song Chengjing's efforts.

"Your leg?" Su Xiangran looked at Song Chengjing, her eyes full of concern and confusion, "Is it also because of that incident? And the scar on your face! Is it all because of that?"

There was a slight tremor in her tone, as if she had foreseen the answer.

When asked this question, Song Chengjing, who had always been confident, suddenly became a little uneasy.

He subconsciously touched the scar on his face, feeling the uneven texture, and an indescribable emotion surged in his heart.

These scars not only changed his appearance, but also made him lose his former pride.

He pursed his lips, wanting to explain but not knowing where to start, and even lowered his head in a sense of inferiority.

"Look at me, why aren't you looking at me?" Although Su Xiangran's voice was as soft as silk, every word hit Song Chengjing's heart like a heavy hammer, making him unable to escape.

He slowly raised his head and met Su Xiangran's clear gaze, with a hint of hesitation and confusion in his eyes.

"In your heart, am I a woman who only cares about appearance?" Su Xiangran's voice sounded again, with a kind of firmness and persistence, "Don't say that I have a way to cure your injury. Even if you are like this for the rest of your life, I will not leave you."

Hearing this, Song Chengjing, who had always been strong, actually had tears in his eyes. His lips trembled and he couldn't utter a word. He just excitedly held Su Xiangran's hand.

He never thought that Su Xiangran would understand him so well and love him so deeply without reservation.

Just when Song Chengjing was about to say something, Su Yanqing, who had been lying with his eyes closed, suddenly spoke up: "Are you guys done talking? Can you pour me some water?"

"Brother, you didn't fall asleep?" Su Xiangran was still very surprised at Su Yanqing's awake state. After all, the effect of the incense was still very strong.

Su Yanqing was lying on the lower bunk than Cao Shixun, so he should have been more seriously affected. After all, when the silk handkerchief unfolded and fell, it would more or less stick to the other person.

“I’m not nice, I saw you covering his mouth and then throwing things, of course I knew to hold my breath.

It's just that your powder is too powerful, so I fainted for a while, and I just regained consciousness now." Su Yanqing said unhappily, "By the way, I feel much better, maybe you miscalculated the time for the pills."

Su Xiangran shook her head and said, "No, I secretly stuffed the antidote into your mouth when I was giving you an IV just now."

"Then why are you giving me an IV?" Su Yanqing was a little speechless, "Isn't this a waste?"

This sister is good in every way except that she is not very frugal. It would be a waste for her to give such a large area of ​​drops to herself. If she asked the comrades who were supposed to pick her up to take them back, at least one person could be saved.

Before Su Xiangran could say anything, Song Chengjing was already unhappy: "Yanqing, Xiaoran did this because of Cao Shixun, and you've had a fever for a long time, haven't you? More IV drips can replenish your energy."

"Who are you?" Su Yanqing only saw clearly now that this person was holding his sister's hand. "Let go! She is not someone you can touch."

Song Chengjing was speechless. Su Xiangran recognized him almost at first sight, but neither Cao Shixun nor Su Yanqing saw through his disguise.

But then again, Su Yanqing is usually quite gentle! Why is he like a cat whose tail has been stepped on now?

"Brother, stop messing around." Su Xiangran stroked his forehead and said, "He is here to pick up your comrade."

"Then he should not hold your hand. He is violating organizational discipline. He is taking advantage of you by taking advantage of his position." Su Yanqing was so anxious that he jumped up and down, but he had no strength in his body, and even his voice was a little hoarse.

Su Xiangran gave her brother Su Yanqing a sip of water and said, "Hey! After saying all these words, you still haven't recognized who he is? Brother, your eyes are really..."

"What do you mean!" Su Yanqing seemed to hear some hidden meaning in his sister's words, "Who is he? Even if he is the king of heaven, it is not okay for him to touch your hand casually."

"Brother, brother, my eldest brother-in-law!" Song Chengjing was "forced" to admit his identity, "I am Song Chengjing! You are my biological brother-in-law, and it is fair and aboveboard for me to hold Xiaoran's hand."

This huge stimulation made Su Yanqing sit up excitedly. He pointed at the other party and said, "You, you, how did you become like this? The scar on your face is painted on. It looks quite similar."

Seeing that her brother was talking about his sweetheart's sad story, Su Xiangran glared at Su Yanqing and warned him, "Brother, if you can't speak, don't say anything. It's a good time to rest your spirit."

After hearing what his sister said, Su Yanqing immediately realized that he must have said something wrong. He looked at his friend with a wry smile.

But when he saw Song Chengjing limping to the side and sitting down, Su Yanqing seemed to come back to his senses - the noble young man from aristocratic family seemed to really no longer exist.