Favorite!Haunted by President Bingshan

Xia Dongyang accepted the card.

Xia Xing told him that she met many great writers at the awards ceremony, and she was so nervous that she was dying, but she pretended to be calm and asked them to sign.

Xia Dongyang told her that this is what she wanted,

"I think back then, when I was a soldier, every time I went out to perform missions, I was very nervous, but a manly man, even if he was nervous, he couldn't let the enemy find out. If he found out, it would be over..."

While eating vegetables and soup, Xia Xing listened to him talk about his time as a soldier when he was young.

Speaking of excitement, Xia Dongyang slapped the table,

"Anyone who invades our territory will be punished no matter how far away."

Then he took her hand again, saying earnestly, "You must love your country, your family, and be a kind and responsible person..."

Xia Xing grew up listening to these words, and she could recite them backwards.

During the college entrance examination, Xia Dongyang wanted her to apply for the military academy, but she refused, and finally applied for a university in Jiangcheng. In fact, her scores did not meet the requirements for applying for the military academy.

......

Xia Dongyang always said that she was too much like her mother, especially in recent years, he said more.

"Where, I think I am more like you."

Xia Xing bit his chopsticks and said.

"You, too follow your temper."

He knows his daughter too well, he does everything according to his temper, and she is beautiful, afraid that she will stumble and be bullied, when he wanted her to enter the military camp, he just wanted her to restrain herself.

"Your mother just followed her temper and did not listen to your grandparents' persuasion and married me."

"It means my mother has good eyesight."

Xia Dongyang glanced at her, as if thinking of something, he smiled naively,

"If your mother was here, she would probably say the same thing. You look so much like your mother."

Xia Xing picked up the wine glass next to him, touched him,

"Come on, respect my mother."

This old man became depressed every time he mentioned her mother.

Xia Xing quickly changed the subject.

After dinner, Aunt Xie next door heard that she was back, so she came over to congratulate her on winning the award.

The three of them ate fruit snacks and chatted in the living room until the night became dark before they dispersed.

After Xia Xing took a shower, he played a game of Go with Xia Dongyang, and the father and daughter went back to their rooms to sleep.

......

After a dreamless night, Xia Xing came down from upstairs stretching her waist. There was breakfast on the dining table. She picked up a steamed bun, took a small bite, and took another sip of the soy milk on the side.

The late summer sun shone into the house through the window. She walked to the backyard and saw Xia Dongyang bent over, scooping water and vegetables from the bucket spoon by spoon. The sun shone softly and warmly on his back.

She seemed to smell the smell of happiness, smiled slightly, and called him.

Xia Dongyang raised his head from the ground, and saw his daughter looking at him with a smile.

"Beauty is up, there is breakfast on the table, have you eaten?"

Xia Xing raised the bun in his hand.

"Is it ready?"

"Come on, come in, it's hot outside."

Xia Xing stood there the whole time, eating the buns in his hands in small bites, waiting for him to pour the water before following him into the house.

After breakfast, the father and daughter sat in the front yard drinking tea, eating melon seeds and playing Go.

Xia Xing received a call from a magazine interview, and made an appointment to meet at the Central Cafe in the city center at three in the afternoon.

After lunch, she packed up her things, said goodbye to Xia Dongyang, and took a taxi directly to the Central Cafe.

In the car, she received a text message from Xia Dongyang:

"Beauty, I put the bank card in the dark compartment of your backpack, remember to put it away! I can't spend much money as an old man, you are still young, and you have a lot of places to spend money, so keep it for yourself. I know you are a filial child , Dad understands!"

Xia Xing's eyes were moist!

Touching the dark compartment of the backpack, there really was a card there.

She muttered, this old man is not obedient at all. . .

......

Central Cafe

Xia Xing got out of the car and came to the agreed coffee shop, where Cui Tao, a reporter from "Harvest" magazine, was already waiting there.

After the two greeted each other and sat down, Cui Tao stared at her through the lens.

After Xia Xing ordered coffee, she turned her head to meet his gaze, smiled slightly, her eyebrows and eyes curved into an arc.

He held up the mirror frame a little shyly,

"Miss Xia, you are really beautiful."

"To tell you the truth, many people say that."

Cui Tao was taken aback when he heard this, and then laughed loudly, "Miss Xia, you are very humorous."

The originally somewhat unfamiliar atmosphere instantly became relaxed.

Xia Xing also laughed.

"Among writers, it's rare to see someone as beautiful as Miss Xia."

Cui Tao praised.

Xia Xing is used to such compliments,

"You didn't interview me just to praise my beauty, did you?"

Cui Tao shyly helped the frame again.

Xia Xing found that every time he was shy, he would hold the frame of the mirror. Judging by his appearance, he should be about the same age as her, and he was sure when he asked.

The two were similar in age, and they chatted very harmoniously. Xia Xing was also interested in answering the questions Cui Tao asked.

Soon, more than two hours passed, and the interview ended.

The two walked out of the coffee shop together, and Cui Tao had to go back to the magazine office to work overtime, so he shook hands with Xia Xing and said goodbye.

As the off-duty rush hour approached, the traffic began to congest and there were more and more pedestrians. Xia Xing walked along the road to the nearest subway entrance.

While walking, I thought about the question Cui Tao asked during the interview just now.

"Oh, I shouldn't have answered that way." She patted her forehead in frustration.

"Answer what?"