There is a Wall Behind the Shadow

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

Seeing that the sun is getting higher and higher, the sweet potato soup stewed on the fire in the distance has already produced a faint sweet fragrance, and it is almost time for others to wake up.

Song Shiyue started to walk towards Feng Qianqian's tent, but she was about to knock on the tent door with her hand, but she retracted, and even took a few steps back.

Beside the fire, Ning Chuyang opened the lid of the big pot, used a spoon to go deep into the bottom of the pot, and stirred it clockwise several times.

The soft and rotten sweet potato pieces that had sunk under the pot scattered a little under such agitation, and the originally clear soup on the upper layer was stained with finely divided red, and suddenly became much richer.

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

Ning Chuyang, who was stirring the sweet potato soup in his hand but flew to nowhere, was taken aback and almost threw the spoon into the pot.

The sound of "You walk without sound!" was already stuck in his throat, but he suddenly thought of the time when Song Shiyue dropped his spoon in shock when he said something small, and Ning Chuyang was speechless again.

how to say.

Those who deceive others will always be deceived.

They are all degenerate people in the world, when will their grievances be repaid.

"I'm just asking, I won't know where the ground can be leveled until the house is finished, so the wheelchair will have to wait until later. So if I want to move Feng Qianqian now, can I pick it up and move it?" Song Shi Yue didn't know that Ning Chuyang's heart was so rich, she was surprised by the strangeness of the person in front of her for a moment, and then finished her own words.

What Song Shiyue said was jumping from topic to topic, and Ning Chuyang didn't understand at first.

But when she reacted, she blushed and felt helpless.

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

"It's just that I can hug it, right?" Song Shiyue could actually understand Ning Chuyang's embarrassment at this time. She didn't come to hurt another rookie, so she suppressed her smile and said, "Then I will Can you ask Feng Qianqian to get up? I'm going to discuss with her about the house."

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

"Why don't you go and ask me what I do." Ning Chuyang straightened his neck, his face full of enthusiasm.

Song Shiyue nodded with a smile, and said, "Okay, okay..."

"What happened before!" Ning Chuyang said a little louder, as if he could cover up his lack of confidence with his volume, but when it was over, he glanced at the tent not far away as if he was scared, and muttered in a low voice , "We have nothing, don't be so weird!"

"Okay, okay." Song Shiyue nodded, looking very considerate, but replied with Ning Chuyang's words, "Then I have to ask you first, and then whatever happened before. After all... our team, It’s not a pure teammate relationship anymore.”

Ning Chuyang: "..."

He was so angry that he looked like a goldfish whose eyes were about to pop out, but he couldn't argue with Song Shiyue's self-deprecating words.

This kind of guy who beats himself [-] times and beats others [-] times...

In fact, Song Shiyue came here on a friendly basis, but Ning Chuyang's reaction was really funny, and even though Song Shiyue tried hard to hide, she couldn't stand her mediocre acting skills.

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

"I'm not Teacher Yu, so I won't be jealous just because I need to hug this kind of thing!" I once observed the subtle pink head, and finally came up with the ultimate move.

After being hit immediately, Song Shiyue, who didn't know what and how much she remembered, blushed and ran away.

Facts have proved that the reconciliation of vegetables and chickens is just an illusion of vanity, and will eventually lead to mutual pecking.

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

Before Song Shiyue knocked on the tent door, Feng Qianqian had already woken up.

To be precise, after what happened yesterday, Feng Qianqian, whose legs didn't hurt as much as the other day, actually didn't sleep as well as the previous day.

after all……

Compared with leg pain and heartache, the latter is more painful.

Who would have thought...

Mu Xingzhou's giving up and leaving at the beginning only made Feng Qianqian sad, but now that he has nothing with Ning Chuyang, he has already begun to truly feel the magic power of the word "abuse".

Feng Qianqian thought about it all afternoon on the board yesterday, and almost all night in the tent, but she couldn't figure out what was going on with Ning Chuyang.

Once, it was an accident of falling asleep.

the second time……

And at night, I could feel that person leaning forward, stopping in front of his lips for a long time, the "third time" that didn't fall...

Now that he found Sanqi, Feng Qianqian's spirit began to recover slowly, but his body could not be repaired overnight, let alone those useless legs.

Such a person...how could Ning Chuyang like it.This kind of possibility really makes Feng Qianqian want to laugh when he thinks about it a little bit, or the kind of laugh after eating two catties of yellow lotus.

impossible.

Even if there is Panax notoginseng, I am still a person standing on the line of life and death, maybe some kind of inflammation or infection will come, and it will be over like this.

How can such a person deserve a relationship.

not to mention……

Feng Qianqian is very clear that these days, what Ning Chuyang does for herself is not just some small daily things.With these useless legs, she had to rely on Ning Chuyang to solve the inevitable personal problems several times a day.And scrubbing...

Nowhere, it has not been seen.

Feng Qianqian felt that she was not a beautiful person in the first place, but now her legs are crippled, and she is so thin and weak that only a skeleton is left.

Feng Qianqian himself 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 the legs under the quilt.

They used to be dripping with blood, turned over broken bones, and used to be soaked with fluid and even festered pus...

This kind of wound that can make people lose their appetite for a day just by looking at it, after the initial medicinal powder was washed away, Ning Chuyang boiled water several times a day to let it warm, and then cleaned it up little by little...

Everything was ugly and filthy, and even after Feng Qianqian realized the dependence and difference in her heart, she ruthlessly spurned her thoughts over and over again.

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

It's just... Her unworthiness, unbearableness, and intolerance are much, much harder than Song Shiyue's.

No matter how unexpected the first kiss was.

Regardless of the second kiss after that, it was...

Regardless of the reason for the long stay last night...

Feng Qianqian felt that she was not worthy.

Not worthy of any kiss and any possibility.

she……

I don't believe it...

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

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

Are you ready?

No.

Feng Qianqian subconsciously lay back and closed her eyes.

Then the tent door was pulled open a little.

"It's me." Song Shiyue didn't look into the tent, but whispered softly, "Are you ready? Can I come in?"

Feng Qianqian: "..."

Although he pretended to sleep face to face on the wooden board last night, it was obvious that Yu Nian Bing should have said all that was over the night, and the initial embarrassment was over.

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

"I'm going to build the house today. How about I turn the original bedroom and kitchen into a bathroom, and then rebuild all the bedrooms? Can one stove heat the kang of several houses? And the utility room, I I want to make it into a bathroom, the models you played with before, do you want to use the bathroom as a toilet?" Song Shiyue started to ask questions while entering the tent.

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

"Huh?" Song Shiyue didn't react.

"It's just..." Feng Qianqian blushed as soon as she finished the last sentence, then slowly raised her finger and pointed outside the tent, "It's the bucket outside that I use...to go to the toilet, can you Help?"

"Bring it in for you? Of course it's okay." Song Shiyue smiled friendly, and was about to turn from sitting to standing up, but sat back all of a sudden.

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

"Well... 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 her head away from Song Shiyue.

If this question happened before Song Shiyue came back yesterday, there must be nothing to consider. It can be just one word.

However, when asked now, Song Shiyue fell silent.

Feng Qianqian turned her head around, looking a little pitiful: "Can't you help me?"

"No... It's not that I can't, and it's not that I don't want to." Song Shiyue couldn't stand Feng Qianqian looking at her like this, and quickly waved her hands to explain, "I am. Is this usually Ning Chuyang? If I, she... ...that she..."

When Feng Qianqian heard it, she understood.

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

"Don't worry, I have nothing to do with Ning Chuyang, and there will be nothing. What happened yesterday was actually a misunderstanding. She will never feel bad because you helped me." Feng Qianqian was really anxious, after all yesterday After being kissed by Ning Chuyang, she has... never been there.

"Since it's nothing, then, shall I call Ning Chuyang in for you?" Song Shiyue breathed a sigh of relief when she heard the slight sound of footsteps outside had reached the tent door.

"No!" Feng Qianqian was anxious and angry, she didn't understand Song Shiyue's subtext, but she had no choice but to soften her words, "Please help me, please..."

Song Shiyue really couldn't see Feng Qianqian like this, if Ning Chuyang hadn't been at the door, Song Shiyue would have really helped.

There is such a pitiful reason for seeing a little girl without knowing someone, it really makes my whole heart sad.

However, Ning Chuyang didn't give Song Shiyue a chance to abandon the confidant alliance, and didn't even give Feng Qianqian a chance to finish his sentence. He swiped the floor and opened the zipper of the tent door fully.

Song Shiyue hurriedly withdrew from the Shura field that was about to start, and almost ran into a dog who was strolling past because he was walking too fast.

As soon as he picked up the unknown dog who seemed to be wandering towards Feng Qianqian's tent, Song Shiyue rushed to the fire in a few steps.

The poor dog who was hugged by the king had not had time to taste the happiness in it, but was put down all of a sudden, and almost got his butt hair burned.

"I'm sorry, I didn't pay attention, I didn't pay attention..." Song Shiyue touched the dog who was whining because of grievance, and then took a peek at Ning Chuyang, who came out and took the bucket in, and pulled the tent door tightly. He breathed a sigh of relief.

But Song Shiyue's premonition this time was relatively accurate.

In the tent, Ning Chuyang, who was holding a bucket, looked really unhappy.

And Feng Qianqian, who softened his words in front of Song Shiyue, seemed to have drunk 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 too little water." Ning Chuyang felt that his tone was bad when he opened his mouth. She was about to blow her head off, how could she control her tone.

Feng Qianqian bowed her head in silence.

"Why don't you want me to help you? Just because I..." Ning Chuyang knelt down beside Feng Qianqian skillfully, then reached out to uncover Feng Qianqian's quilt, but continued without stopping, "Just because of me Did you learn from your unrestrained roommate yesterday? Aren’t 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 out to Feng Qianqian's waistband was caught.

"You..." Ning Chuyang continued to speak with great anger. He only raised his head to face Feng Qianqian, pursed his lips tightly, his face turned pale, and his eyes were covered with mist...

That very anger was reduced by half.

"Okay, let's not talk about it, let's fix it first." Ning Chuyang retreated eight hundred miles consciously, and stretched out his other hand to brush away Feng Qianqian's blocking hand.

It's just that he dialed it, but he didn't dial it away.

"What? Don't be in a hurry?" Ning Chuyang felt that his attitude should be better, but the way Feng Qianqian begged Song Shiyue just now was in stark contrast to the obvious refusal now, blowing people's heads a hundred times. the second kind.

Feng Qianqian did not speak.

Ning Chuyang was already kneeling beside Feng Qianqian, the two of them were very close, seeing Feng Qianqian's lips turned white, he was really angry and...

It's not as soft as it was when it was caught off guard yesterday.The tight barrier is more strictly guarded than yesterday.It is still the insistence that the caress of the soft tip of the tongue cannot be pried away.It is still a fog that allows anyone to ask for it without refusing or responding.

but……

Still addicting.

What anger, what jealousy, what...

Ning Chuyang feels that she doesn't have the personality to get whatever she wants. Many times, she is still...a bit of a Buddha?

But now.

addicted to it.

In Feng Qianqian's live broadcast room on Xingwang.com, a large mosaic covered the entire screen.

The viewers did not temporarily reduce their attention to this live broadcast room because of this. Instead, more and more barrages were posted about whether this was the third or fourth time.

And under the mosaic...

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

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

Even though he insisted on not responding, he was still...uncontrollably infatuated.

however.

No.

With trembling hands, Feng Qianqian rested on Ning Chuyang's shoulder, pushing Sheng away violently.

The warmth on the lips suddenly disappeared.

The crispiness after being swept by soft objects and the numbness from slow grinding, as well as the aroma of sweet potatoes and peanuts, but it doesn't go away for a long time.

"I..." Ning Chuyang, who might not be able to wake up anymore, said, but her hoarse voice made her shut up again.

The emotional hoarseness was heard in Feng Qianqian's ears, but it was like a soft feather brushing gently in his heart.

Maybe, she really likes herself.

Feng Qianqian raised her eyes and looked at Ning Chuyang, whose cheeks were flushed, and was quickly startled by the unbearable demand of her body, which should not be born.After all, I wasn't completely unmoved just now, and the throbbing I felt made the already unbearable need even more uncomfortable.

Maybe, it's just the loneliness that needs to be accompanied on this isolated planet.

"Help me." Feng Qianqian regained her sanity, and extinguished the little flame in her heart with overwhelming coldness, and even the blush on her face faded, leaving only a little on the tips of her ears.

The fake roommate who just kissed someone for no reason, and couldn't even find a reasonable reason to "happy celebrate", quickly rolled down the steps.

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

"I'll do it myself." Feng Qianqian's tone was even cold and unquestionable.

Feng Qianqian's injured leg couldn't sag completely, so although the wooden bucket Song Shiyue made for her was an imitation spittoon, it was much lower.Because of the injured leg, Feng Qianqian usually had to support the knees of the person behind her with both hands, and had to rely on someone to support her back to go to the toilet.This shit...it was always Ning Chuyang...

If it wasn't for the kiss before, Ning Chuyang might have to ink it and say something like "I didn't come here before?" "If Song Shiyue helped you before, wouldn't you say the same?"

But now...

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

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

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

Lost one hand to maintain balance, even if Ning Chuyang stretched out his hand to protect it in time, the legs and feet that could not exert force inevitably exerted force, and the other hand also took on more pressure.

but……

A piece of paper towel slides into the bucket.

The thing that Ning Chuyang couldn't detect melted into the barrel.

A few minutes later, Feng Qianqian, who had tidied up and sat in the tent again, looked at the back of Ning Chuyang carrying the bucket out, feeling desolate in his heart.

Look, it's such an embarrassment again.

It was even more embarrassing to be found out.

I am like this now.

After being kissed, will...

It's such a comfortable life, I don't want to die.

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

But when she finished emptying the bucket and solved her personal problems, she discovered her little secret.

This caused her to hang around outside for a long time before she lowered the temperature that could burn her face to a boiled egg.

And Ning Chuyang came back from the wild in the woods outside, and saw Song Shiyue hugging Feng Qianqian, walking back and forth between those old houses.

It should be discussing about repairing the house...

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

She had already tasted the taste before, and it was soft enough and thick enough, so she removed most of the firewood and simmered it on a low fire. She also took a clean stainless steel lunch box and left a box for Zhuang Jiachuan who was recovering from sleep.

When you're done, look back.

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

Feng Qianqian is very good at handicrafts. I have done the kind of house model that requires me to build wooden strips and mix concrete before. I should be talking about those experiences with Song Shiyue...

Right ...

Ning Chuyang lowered his head, and stirred the soup again, which he didn't need to stir anymore.

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

Seeing that Feng Qianqian was firmly huddled in Song Shiyue's arms, the two of them didn't know what they were talking about, and Feng Qianqian laughed while talking...

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

"Are you eating?" Ning Chuyang walked slowly behind the two of them, trying to stay calm and urge them to eat.

"Wait a little longer." Song Shiyue lowered his head and said to Feng Qianqian who was in his arms, "What you said just now makes sense, please tell me in detail, how can I..."

"Aren't you tired from holding it? Use the newly made chair." Ning Chuyang lightly poked Song Shiyue's lower back.

"No..." Song Shiyue was on the verge of speaking, but she turned her head away after being poked like this.

The Shura field before was really embarrassing as you can imagine, Song Shiyue specially blocked and didn't listen, just like blocking everyone's voice when solving personal problems and washing.So I don't know what kind of Shura field those two are in there.

But seeing Ning Chuyang holding his breath now, Song Shiyue wanted to laugh again.

Didn't he just say "I'm not Teacher Yu, am I not jealous?" Who is it now?

"It's okay, I can do it. After all, I have the strength, a few hours, a day or two is fine." Song Shiyue smiled, "I still have a lot to discuss with Feng Qianqian..."

Ning Chuyang's face became more and more bulging with anger. Seeing that the victory of the third game of the chicken was imminent, Song Shiyue suddenly stopped talking, and quickly returned to the tent with Feng Qianqian in his arms. Put the person on the new stool made earlier.

Ning Chuyang, who followed behind without knowing it, was about to ask a question when the door of the tent next to him opened, and Yu Nianbing walked out.

"Heh..." Ning Chuyang suddenly understood the reason why Song Shiyue ran away when he was about to fight back in the middle of the battle.

Feelings are strictly controlled by a wife.

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

Ning Chuyang hasn't made a sound yet.

I can't be well, but I hope that the couple next to me can be well, but Feng Qianqian gently pulled the corner of Ning Chuyang's drooping clothes and said: "Is breakfast ready? Can you eat it?"

Ning Chuyang nodded and went to Sheng immediately, while Song Shiyue looked at the back of the other party and sighed.

These days, who is not a strict wife?

"I'll get you a bowl too." Song Shiyue turned around and smiled gently at Yu Nianbing.

"No, I'll come by myself later, I haven't washed yet..." Yu Nianbing hesitated and refused.

"It's okay, I'll take it out to cool you down, and come over to eat after washing up." Song Shiyue didn't look shocked at all, and retreated backwards towards the fire while smiling.

Yu Nianbing: "..."

This person is really...

Originally, when the two walked the closest, Yu Nianbing had an illusion.I feel that Song Shiyue Xu is the same as herself, but has a different... heart towards the other party.This feeling once reached its peak when Song Shiyue went back and forth for seven hours just to bring herself a handful of chestnuts.

Then... when Song Shiyue mentioned the grace of saving his life again and again, he was suppressed little by little.

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

however……

Yesterday's Song Shiyue seemed like a different person?

Yu Nianbing looked at the sweet potatoes in the stainless steel lunch box and the mud for scraping the skin of the sweet potatoes for a long time, put them away and took them out again, and went back and forth many times, resulting in the sweet potatoes being completely cold when eating.

However, Yu Nianbing ate cleanly.

Is this a reward for saving my life?Is this the friendship between ordinary teammates?

That is, Song Shiyue is indeed a good person, a person who is very good to his friends and teammates, but as for... can he do this?

Yu Nianbing was a little confused.

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

No, it should be said that it is a doubt that should not arise again.

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

then.

There's no after that.

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

As for Yu Nianbing, he 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.

In this way... it really makes me want to take my heart back and put it away, it's very... embarrassing!

Yu Nianbing sighed softly, and was about to wash up when she accidentally met Feng Qianqian who was watching her quietly beside her.

Oh, I almost forgot, the embarrassment of yesterday.

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

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

"Heh..." Yu Nianbing was not good at getting along with people. Even if these people were her teammates, she really didn't know what to do after yesterday's situation.

"Teacher Yu doesn't usually sneer at me." Feng Qianqian laughed again.

"It's not a sneer." Yu Nianbing still paid more attention to the psychology of the seriously injured girl, frowned slightly, and retorted, "It's a dry laugh at most."

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

It was really fatal, after experiencing such a bad morning, the mood that had already fallen into the deep hole at the bottom of the valley actually rebounded because of Yu Nianbing's rather serious explanation.

Sure enough, I didn't want to die.

Yu Nianbing coughed, a bit out of touch with Feng Qianqian's reaction.

In fact, Feng Qianqian was quite embarrassed yesterday.

It was embarrassing for Ning Chuyang who kissed her for no reason.

Facing Yu Nianbing who must have seen the kiss, of course he was also very embarrassed.

She didn't even know how to face Song Shiyue, who didn't know the situation when she just came back, but would soon know, so she could only pretend to be asleep on the spot.

However, after going through... the ultimate embarrassment this morning, Feng Qianqian was completely enlightened.

It's like a person who thought salted fish and bacon was too salty at first, but after being dry-fed with two bags of salt, how could he still feel that salted fish and bacon are salty.

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

Even seeing that Nian Bing was so uncomfortable, Feng Qianqian took the initiative to laugh at herself and explained: "Yesterday was just a small misunderstanding, Teacher Yu, don't take it to heart, just do it as usual."

Misunderstanding?

Because of the angle yesterday, Yu Nianbing who happened to be able to see the expressions of the two of them... didn't think so at all.

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

Yu Nianbing turned his head and glanced at the two people who were washing the dishes with boiling water by the fire. They hadn't picked up their breakfast yet, and then glanced at Feng Qianqian, who seemed very open-minded, and thought that there should be time to chat for a minute.

"You like Ning Chuyang." Yu Nianbing used a declarative sentence.