After getting married, my husband became my instructor

Chapter 10 First Meeting

Why would you marry him.

Han Qian can answer this question very simply or very complicatedly.

He remembered the first meeting with Lin Muchuan... Maybe it wasn't called a meeting, but it was the first time he saw Lin Muchuan.

Three months ago, an order was issued from above, and the three commanders of the battle group were ordered to read the law.

When Han Qian arrived in Area C in a military spaceship, he vaguely remembered that it was a sunny day.

The sun's rays are very mild, and the sky in Area C is amazingly blue. There are only a few civilian spaceships on the route, making this place look simple and pure, which is a feeling that has never been seen in the rapidly developing Area AB.

Sitting on the spaceship, he had a panoramic view of the blue sky and white clouds through the clean glass.

The spaceship landed at the dedicated airfield, and was warmly greeted by the district chief after it moved down.

He entered the reception room and discussed the handover with the district chief. The entire reception room was made of single-sided tempered glass, and the outside could only be seen from the inside, and the glass was frosted and blurred from the outside.

While listening to the district chief, Han Qian saw a slender figure passing by through the glass.

He only glanced casually, and was immediately attracted by those water blue eyes.It was clean and clear, reminding him of the blue sky in Area C, it was so pure and flawless.

He was smiling, but it wasn't a ostentatious smile. He only pursed his lips lightly, and the corners of his mouth formed a pleasant arc, looking reserved and restrained.

No one will dislike beautiful things, just like choosing a diamond ring, it must be the most dazzling one to attract the most attention.

District Chief Shen noticed his expression, couldn't help turning his head to follow his gaze, and said with a smile: "That's my son, he will come here to help me occasionally."

Han Qian quickly hid the emotion in his eyes, looked at the two walking out side by side, and soon understood.

District Chief Shen has yellow hair and brown eyes, so those water-blue eyes must not be the son he was talking about.

Han Qian was not interested in his son, so he looked away and continued talking to him.

District Chief Shen went to make tea for him, and he sat on the chair, picked up the documents on the desk and opened them to take a look.

Soon, he found a handwritten piece of paper titled "Personal Opinion on the Regional System" in the folder.

Just looking at the name is not the main reason to arouse his curiosity, but the words on this handwritten paper are very delicate and elegant, and the spacing between the words is consistent. In the era of advanced technology, it is rare to see Someone can write such a beautiful handwriting.

Han Qian couldn't help but want to know what the content was, so he picked up a thin piece of paper and put it under his eyelids to read carefully.

He usually glances over documents when reviewing them, but when it comes to this handwritten paper, it is rare for him to consider every word.

It has to be said that the existence of this piece of paper is very dangerous, because its content describes the writer's personal thoughts on the regional system.

It reads—'The gap between the rich and the poor has nothing to do with personal behavior or moral conduct. This gap should not be divided into regions. The poor and poor in District C are not born, but are forcibly labeled by others under this system. , if they also have the highest education, the most advanced medical equipment and conditions, they will not lag behind the other two regions. The root cause of poverty in District C is the system, not the people themselves'.

Although the words were very euphemistic, Han Qian understood completely. What the writer wanted to express was nothing more than eight words—suggesting to abolish the regional system.

But he didn't dare to write it out, and even Han Qian didn't dare to raise such an opinion. This was something against the Pumi government.

But I have to say that these words are all correct. From the perspective of the people in District C, this should be their truest thoughts. Even Han Qian nodded in agreement.

This piece of paper was apparently detained by District Chief Shen, and was not handed over to the higher authorities of the government. District Chief Shen probably would not dare to let others see this kind of thing.

So, when District Chief Shen came back with the tea, he saw the piece of paper in his hand and panicked. With a trembling of his hand, the hot tea splashed out, scalding him to death.

"Han... Commander Han, this..."

Han Qian glanced at him lightly, took the teacup in his hand that had no place to put it, put it gently on the table, then put the handwritten paper back into the folder, and asked casually, "Who wrote it?"

District Chief Shen thought that he wanted to pursue this matter, so he quickly shirked all responsibility and honestly confessed to that ignorant guy.

"Yes...it's a friend of my son's, named Lin Muchuan, the one outside just now..."

Oh?

Han Qian raised his eyebrows, completely unable to imagine that the seemingly introverted and well-behaved handsome boy could write such a rebellious article.

District Chief Shen felt that he still had to explain for Lin Muchuan, and said cautiously: "The child graduated from a liberal arts school and is quite talented, but his mother has terminal cancer, and District C does not have the conditions to treat cancer. I guess he is also very upset. Yes, that's why... But I didn't want to hand this over to the government, Commander Han, look..."

Han Qian grabbed the folder and flicked it on the desk, threw it back to its original place, and said calmly: "The government doesn't have time to listen to individual opinions, so you can do as you see."

As soon as District Chief Shen heard what he said, he knew that Commander Han didn't intend to take care of this matter, so he quickly smiled to please him: "That's, that's, I'll just deal with such trivial matters."

Han Qian glanced at the steaming cup of tea, and got up without much nonsense: "The people in the center of District C are all in the square, you can go there."

District Chief Shen nodded again and again: "Yes, yes, we can start."

Later, Han Qian stood on the rostrum of the square, behind him was the symbol of Pumi Planet - a huge silver star sculpture.

Holding the law book in his hand, he read it to them page by page, word by word.

When the page was changed, he raised his head inadvertently, and happened to meet the pair of water-blue eyes in the crowd.

Even separated by layers of crowds, he still felt that those eyes were the most dazzling existence in the crowd.

Is it a coincidence or fate that he can be seen at a glance in the surging crowd?

He pretended to look back unintentionally, but he almost tore the pages of the book with his hand.

He silently recited Lin Muchuan's name twice in his heart, waiting for the end to pull him over to get to know him better. As a result, he had just finished reading the last word, and when he raised his eyes to look down, the pair of water-blue eyes Has disappeared.

Due to schedule problems, the frustrated Commander Han could only return to Area A in a military spaceship in a depressed mood.

Although he also had thoughts of obsessing about it, but the reason that really moved him was not just that.

……

Han Qian stared closely at those pure and clear blue eyes, and asked in a low voice, "Have you seen me? Before you came here."

Lin Muchuan didn't dare to look at him. Those deep eyes were like a cosmic vortex, and he always felt that he would be sucked in if he looked twice.

He replied softly: "I've seen it once, the reading of the law in District C this year was done by you."

"Other than that, you haven't seen me?" Han Qian raised his eyebrows slightly.

Lin Muchuan shook his head honestly: "No."

Well, it seems that that time, Lin Muchuan really didn't know that it was him.

Han Qian suddenly didn't know whether it was joy or sorrow, and he was silent for a long time with a gloomy expression, and suddenly asked: "... Marrying me, will you be burdened?"

Lin Muchuan lowered his eyes and bit his lips, not daring to speak, his expression green like a bullied bunny.

It wasn't until the other party pinched his chin to force him to stop abusing his lips that he took a deep breath and decided to speak out his true thoughts.

"We...we are not on the same level, let alone you are so outstanding, and I...we have no feelings for each other."

Han Qian didn't know what he said to get angry, clamped his chin and frowned and said, "If you don't have feelings now, then you won't have them?"

And he was wrong, would he do everything possible to marry someone from District C if he didn't have feelings?

Lin Muchuan was frightened by his fierce frowning, couldn't help shrinking back, and said tremblingly: "I don't... I don't know."

"..."

Han Qian's face became even more stinky, and he decided not to talk about this topic with him again, so that he would not say anything that didn't please him from his little mouth that didn't please him.

He let go of the hand holding the opponent's chin, scraped the tip of his chin from bottom to top, and said, "It's your turn."

He reminded the other party to promise him, and Lin Muchuan blushed suddenly, feeling that he was playing tricks: "But...but you haven't answered me yet, why did you marry me..."

Han Qian was overwhelmed by his ability to get to the bottom of the matter, frowned and said in a tone of admonishing his subordinates: "If I want to marry, I will marry. Do I need a reason?"

No...don't you?

Lin Muchuan swallowed quietly, not daring to speak at all.

Han Qian was pleased by his aggrieved appearance, his expression eased, and he raised his eyebrows slightly to look at him: "Huh?"

Lin Muchuan's mood that had just calmed down became uneasy again. He glanced at the other party, lowered his head and muttered: "You...you let me down first."

As he said, Han Qian hugged the man's waist and went down.

Lin Muchuan stood firmly in front of him, let go of the hands on the opponent's shoulders, noticed the tassels on his shoulders that he had messed up, and hurriedly stretched out his hands to smooth them out for him.

Why are there so many wastes.

Han Qian couldn't bear it anymore, grabbed his hand and brought it to his lips, and said in a threatening tone: "If you don't kiss, it will be my turn."

The heat of his words sprayed on the back of his hands, and Lin Muchuan felt his whole arm went numb, a little crispy.

He quickly withdrew his hand, looked at the other party and asked cautiously: "Can I kiss anywhere?"

Han Qian nodded hesitantly, and saw a different look in Lin Muchuan's eyes.

He raised his chin and leaned over, gave a quick kiss to a medal on his left chest, then quickly pushed him away and ran to the door.

"I'm done kissing, you open the door."

Han Qian: "..."

What did he say before?