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Chapter 382

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The Ministry of National Defense had become a professional matchmaking agency, and the newest warship was specially assigned to Jian Shui'er. From the many details that he had access to, Xu Le had long been suspicious of Jian Shui'er's background. However, as far as he knew, there was no one in the upper echelons of the Federal military with the surname 'Jian'. There also seemed to be no one in the previous governments that could be suspected, so he was puzzled.

"Is this very important?" Jian Shui 'er looked at him seriously. Although she knew that he was an officer that the military focused on nurturing and had even received recognition from somewhere, the pressure of her birth since she was young still made her a little sensitive to any inquiries in this regard.

Xu Le lowered his head and looked at the red wine in his glass. He thought that if they were just friends, there was no need for him to know about this. The problem was that for a person like him to become friends with the most popular idol in the Federation, it was no less difficult than Shi Qinghai and Tai Zhiyuan going to visit prostitutes with their arms around each other's shoulders. If it was really a blind date, the girl's family background would naturally be the most important thing to check.

He raised his head and remembered that the other party had taken back what she said about the blind date and refused to admit it. Naturally, he didn't have the face to continue asking. He could only silently take a sip of the wine, savoring the light and slightly sour taste in his mouth. He didn't know what to say.

The silence in the room made the atmosphere a little strange. Jian Shui'er crossed her legs and leaned against the round-backed chair. She looked at the young man in front of her through her purple hair. She seemed to be at ease, but in fact, she was a little nervous. At this time, she knew that Sister Tong's advice was right. It was indeed not easy to talk about this kind of thing.

Xu Le was even more nervous than she was. Against the cold backdrop of the universe and stars, he sat opposite his childhood sweetheart like an old friend, gently tasting the precious wine in his cup. What else could it be other than the old saying, "I'm still dreaming, but I'm still in a dream?" How could he not be nervous?

Moreover, this young man and woman knew each other very well. Those big shots and those elders arranged this strange trip to the West Woods. Naturally, it was even more awkward. As they drank in silence, Jian Shui'er's rosy cheeks blushed slightly. The atmosphere was a little awkward and ambiguous.

But strangely enough, when the two of them valiantly endured this most difficult period of time with silence and clenched teeth, the awkwardness and ambiguity became a kind of catalyst, allowing the two of them to gradually relax and quickly become familiar with each other.

"You just asked about my family … I'm actually an orphan. The reason why my surname is Jian is because I was picked up." Jian Shui'er rested her head on her right arm. She looked at Xu Le with her dark eyes and said, "I don't know who my father is or who my mother is. I only know that they died not long after I was born."

After saying this, Jian Shui'er herself felt strange. Why would she tell a person she was not familiar with, who might be her blind date, something she rarely revealed? However, it felt very easy to say it out loud. She suddenly remembered that nearly two years ago, in that hospital full of sunshine, when she looked at Xu Le in the wheelchair, she seemed to have an inexplicable feeling of closeness.

Xu Le's hand holding the wine glass was slightly stunned. He lowered his head and was silent for a moment. Then he forced a smile and said, "Then I'm better than you. When my parents died, I could already remember things … but when my poor little sister left, she didn't remember anything."

When talking about the most unforgettable past in their lives, but rarely shown to others, the distance between the two of them seemed to be a little closer. Especially Xu Le. He peeked at the face of the girl in the chair from the corner of his eyes. Just like when he was watching a concert in Linhai, he remembered many things in Donglin and his lovely little sister, Xian Yi.

"I was on TV when I was twelve, and then I started drinking red wine. Fortunately, I didn't drink until I became an idiot." Jian Shui'er rubbed her fluffy purple hair and said with a smile, "Otherwise, Judge He Ying wouldn't have ruled against the UNICEF that year."

Of course, Xu Le remembered this part of the story. He looked at Jian Shui'er's face, which was so close, and suddenly found that he couldn't find any adjectives to describe this girl's beauty. It was a little lighter than "bright and beautiful beyond measure," but a little stronger than "indescribably beautiful."

"You are really cute." Xu Le nodded and said seriously. He thought that a real warrior should dare to face a brilliant life and a beautiful face.

"I hate it when people call me cute, because film critics always say that I only know how to pretend to be cute." Jian Shui'er pursed her lips, and her smiling eyes narrowed into two curved lines. She said, "The problem is that I was born cute. Why would I need to pretend to be cute?"

Xu Le's body stiffened. He was shocked by the girl's invincible expression until his mouth was dry.

He instantly recalled a dream he had once had, the most beautiful dream in his mind.

In the dream, he was in a simple primary school in a mountain village. He was walking on the stone path in the classroom for some reason, and beside him was a pretty girl wearing a pair of sunglasses. In the classroom, the national girl named Jian Shui'er was playing the accordion, leading a group of tone-deaf children to softly sing a song called "Red River Valley." From time to time, she would look out the window and smile at him.

The content of the dream was very simple. Xu Le just kept walking outside the classroom, but his heart was filled with happiness and joy that he had never felt before.

In the dream, the national girl sat by the accordion and smiled at him. At this time, Jian Shui'er was smiling at him like this in reality.

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Xu Le suppressed the waves of emotions in his heart, looked down at the military watch on his wrist, and waited for the number to change on the screen. Jian Shui'er looked at him curiously, holding a wine glass. She didn't know why he was silent at this time.

When the number returned to zero, it meant that one night had passed by the Federation's standard time. Regardless of whether Donglin was bored all year round, or whether S3 was still snowing, in the Federation's standard time, it was already a certain day in the late autumn of the 68th year of the Constitutional Calendar.

This day was very ordinary. In the history of the Federation's news channel, it was very difficult to find any major event that shook the universe on this day. But for the Federation's expeditionary army and the girl in front of him many years ago, this was a very special day.

Xu Le raised his wine glass, looked seriously at Jian Shui'er, and said, "I wish you a happy 19th birthday."

Jian Shui'er looked at him in shock, and covered her mouth in disbelief. After a long time, she asked hesitantly, "How did you know?"

If you didn't want to have a lonely 19th birthday, you wouldn't have the courage to ask me to come in for a drink and chat — Xu Le thought to himself. He scratched his head and explained awkwardly, "I know your date of birth, I know your shoe size, I know your favorite dark chocolate fishman, I even know..."

He immediately shut up and didn't stupidly report Jian Shui'er's measurements. Jian Shui'er was the most reclusive female celebrity in the Federation. She didn't even accept interviews, and she didn't even have a management company. Naturally, it was impossible for her to report her measurements to the public. This measurement was obtained by a senior editor of a men's magazine after three months of tracking the TV series. It was said to be very authoritative.

Jian Shui'er put down her wine glass in disbelief. She didn't expect that this legendary lieutenant colonel in front of her was one of her loyal fans. Although her fanatical fans were all over the Federation, she knew very well that Xu Le was not an ordinary person.

Xu Le finished the wine in his glass in one gulp and scratched his head helplessly. He used the wine to boost his courage, but in the end, he didn't have the courage to say that he had liked her since he was a child, so it turned into a somewhat stupid sentence.

"I grew up watching your TV series."

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Jian Shui'er was stunned, and couldn't help but spit out the wine. She laughed out loud, but when she found that she had spat the wine all over Xu Le's face, she couldn't help but blush. She quickly jumped off the chair, found a handkerchief, and handed it to him.

For the first time in his life, Xu Le learned to look at her with hidden bitterness.

He knew that he had said something wrong, but what he said was actually the truth. However, facing Jian Shui'er who had spat wine all over his face, he couldn't complain, and he couldn't get angry. So, as a pure man, he could only hold a hidden bitterness.

Speaking of which, Jian Shui 'er had acted as an orphan girl in that family comedy when she was not even twelve years old. Xu Le was only two years older than her, which meant that when he was thirteen years old, he had started to look at the purple-haired girl on the TV screen, starting a love affair that was countless light years away.

After tidying up, Jian Shui'er magically conjured another bottle of Cattong red wine. She raised her glass to Xu Le and said very seriously, "Thank you for helping me celebrate my birthday." Just as she said this seriously, she thought of the previous scene and couldn't help but giggle again.

Xu Le said awkwardly, "Actually, there are people everywhere in the Federation who remember your birthday."

Jian Shui'er slowly took a sip of wine. Her eyes were unusually bright, and she quietly looked at the small-eyed boy in front of her. She felt that things in the world were really strange. This wasn't a meeting between an audience and an idol, nor was it a movie about bodyguards. She knew that there wasn't much of a difference between her and Xu Le, and he wasn't really an ordinary bodyguard or an admirer.

Perhaps it was the effect of the red wine, but Xu Le finally relaxed a little. He looked at the girl and asked with a smile, "Are you very proud of yourself?"

Jian Shui'er shrugged. She sat on the chair and stretched out her slender fingers. Her fingertips hooked a thin blanket from the side of the bed and draped it over her body. She lowered her eyes slightly, and her eyelashes moved slightly. She said softly, "This kind of pride is very powerful. Celebrities are actually the most meaningless existence in the universe... As for people like me, they are even more of a jinx. "

Besides the faint self-deprecation in the girl's voice, there was also a trace of loneliness that didn't match her age. Xu Le listened quietly, and said silently in his heart, No, at least you've satisfied the spiritual life of many people, like me, like this uncle, like those miners in Dong Lin who have nothing to do...

"Tell me about yourself. To be honest, I'm really quite curious." Jian Shui'er finished the red wine in her glass and looked at him with a smile. Her appearance was very moving.

Xu Le raised his glass in surprise and looked at the starlight outside the window for a long time in silence. Since escaping from Dong Lin, because of a certain identity that he couldn't see the light of day, he had never recklessly thought about his past. Today, on Jian Shui'er's birthday, did he need to make an exception?

(Regarding the plot with Jian Shui'er, everyone, please don't complain that it's too long. Don't be anxious. First, it's not easy to write. Second, it's foreshadowing. Third, as a wretched uncle who loves to read romance novels, please allow me to occasionally enjoy the pleasure of writing romance novels. Can we make a deal? I miss drumsticks.

Also, continue to call for recommendation votes. The feeling of last week's promotion was really good. It's really good that everyone is good...)

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