Era space: flirting with tens of billions of materials

There will be no results for a while about who leaked the secret.

Su Yuncheng didn't dare to hesitate any longer, for fear of causing Lin Nianhe to misunderstand.

He answered her question first: "I like boys and girls."

Then he said somewhat uncomfortably: "Ahem, Nianhe, I'm renovating a house recently. Do you want a bed or a kang?"

He rarely hid anything from Lin Nianhe, and now he was panicking.

So...he had better take the initiative and confess it himself!

Lin Nianhe: "...?"

Lin Nianhe: "...!"

She understood this hint!
The corners of her mouth raised unconsciously, she cleared her throat and pretended to be calm and said, "It's better to have a bed. It's not too cold in the capital in winter."

"it is good."

Su Yuncheng agreed, and after a moment of silence, the jar broke.

"Is it okay to plant peach and apricot trees in the yard?"

"Yes, you can eat the fruits in autumn!"

“Do you want straight-edge windows or flower-edge windows?”

"Straight prism windows, keep it simple."

"Do you want huanghuali furniture or..."

"..."

"Lala Lala, is there no charge for the phone call? The phone bill is almost as much as your train ticket back to the capital!"

The renovation plan discussion was forcibly interrupted by the captain.

Lin Nianhe hung up the phone, the corners of his mouth still raised.

"Uncle Captain, I might be getting married soon."

Li Dahe was not surprised, and even rolled his eyes at her: "You two are just thinking about getting married now that you are with such an older partner. Other people's children are crawling on the bed. Do I still have to give you a prize?" A prize?”

"That's not the case, hahahaha..." Lin Nianhe stood up with a smile, "Uncle Captain, please come to the capital to attend the wedding when the time comes."

Li Dahe glanced at her, rarely snarled back, and nodded: "Okay."

"Hey hey hey..."

"Stop being silly and go back to bed without even looking at what time it is!"

"okay."

Li Dahe took Lin Nianhe back to the educated youth center on the way. On the way home, he couldn't help but start to feel worried.

This one is getting married, how many are left?
He sighed as he stepped into the courtyard gate.

Aunt Li saw his appearance and asked, "What happened?"

"I just suddenly remembered those little brats. They are all very old, and they don't even have a partner..." Li Dahe sat on the edge of the kang and smoked. "Especially Wen Lan, he even went to the southwest. You said Talking about her job..."

Aunt Li burst into laughter: "You're not going to be the factory director, but you're going to be a matchmaker instead?"

"You think this matter isn't worth worrying about?" Li Dahe frowned, "Girl Wen is not very professional. A girl is out running the news all day, in the wind and rain..."

"What was the article Wen Yatou wrote in the Huaxia Daily?"

"Which article are you asking?"

As Li Dahe spoke, he opened the kang cabinet and took out a wooden box, which was also wrapped three times with oil paper.

When I opened it, there were newspapers inside.

These newspapers have one thing in common - they contain articles by Wen Lan or photos of Xie Yufei. The article Lin Nianhe originally wrote to promote the headdress of the textile factory is also included in the collection.

Aunt Li took one look and was happy again.

This is not good, that is not good, isn't it all done well?

Li Dahe flipped through the newspaper, moving very carefully for fear of tearing it.

He was still mumbling: "Can't you just sit in the office and write? Running out every day is dangerous and tiring..."

Li Dahe didn't know it at the moment, but three months later, Wen Lan really showed what danger was. "Sister Lan, tell me again, where are you going?"

In Courtyard No. 88, Lin Nianhe rubbed his ears in disbelief.

The account book in Wang Shumei's hand also fell on the stone table, she glared at Wen Lan and said directly: "Don't go!"

Wen Lan looked at the two of them and said, "Girl, what are you doing? I'm going to work."

"You work...you can't run to the battlefield even if you're working!"

Lin Nianhe's tone changed.

Wen Lan is going to Iraq to work as a war reporter.

Wang Shumei also said: "It's just that you haven't graduated yet, so you won't be able to get this job, right?"

Wen Lan chuckled: "I applied myself. My master at the newspaper office is going to go, and I will be his assistant."

"you……"

"Why?"

Wen Lan said of course: "For the sake of reality and truth, I studied journalism, I am a reporter, and I have the obligation to make the truth public."

"You don't want your life?" Lin Nianhe grabbed her hand, his voice trembling slightly, "Wen Lan! You have to know that you can easily be accidentally injured. Even if you have protection, it is not foolproof. Do you understand? People will die! "

Wang Shumei grabbed her other hand and shook her head firmly: "Xiaolan, you can't go, you... think about your uncle and aunt, and Guoguo, you... I'll write a report letter. If you can't assign work, I will support you." I can’t let you risk your life for the rest of your life!”

"oops."

Wen Lan carried them both back with one hand and the other.

"I can't fight those who are better than I can write, and I can't write those who are better than I can fight. If I don't go, who will?"

"I told my parents and they supported me."

The corners of Wen Lan's mouth were raised, and his eyes were firm.

"I want to tell the world the truth about war."

Seeing the two girls shedding tears, Wen Lan rarely asked them to hold it back.

She rubbed their heads and said:
"Hezi, Meizi, you two send my dividends back to my parents. Don't give too much at one time. I'll scare them and I won't be able to explain."

"I'm not at home, don't make noises when you go out, and lock the door when you go to bed at night."

"Well... remember to collect the Chinese cabbage."

No matter how they tried to persuade her, Sister Lan was determined to leave.

The news quickly spread to Beihang University.

Feng Wei asked for leave and ran over, grabbing Wen Lan's shoulders and shaking him desperately:

"Do you know what war is like? Do you know what it's like to be under heavy artillery fire? Do you know how many people die in a day? I can come out of the battlefield alive not because of my luck, but because Brother Cheng took me out of the hands of the Lord of Hell. came back!"

"Zhou Xu used to be the fastest runner in our business! Where is he now? He will never be able to walk fast in his life!"

Wen Lan was shaken so much that she felt like vomiting.

She broke away from Feng Wei's hand, looked at him and said, "I don't know. Many people don't know, so I want everyone to see it."

"you……"

Feng Wei wanted to slap her.

If it were him, he would go into battle without hesitation, but Wen Lan... how could she go as a girl?
"Okay, those two women almost drowned me with tears last night, so don't go fooling around with me." Wen Lan waved her hand, "I know there are dangers and I know the worst outcome. I don't know anything about it. I know, and I’m mentally prepared, so don’t try to persuade me.”

How could Feng Wei give up right now?

Just as he was about to speak again, another person rushed in.

Chang Shihong was sweating profusely from running and rushed to Wen Lan: "You want to be a war reporter? Are you crazy?"

Wen Lan: "..."

She wanted to gather all the people she knew together and let them have something to say together.

She was a little tired after doing this one after another. (End of chapter)