Why is he indifferent to Gong Yueyue? In the eyes of the evil young man, she is very similar to him in terms of personality, temperament and temperament. If he is forced to imagine the scene of falling in love with her, it will only give him goosebumps.
Gong Yueyue still looked at him with a smile and squinted her eyes, and said mysteriously: "Well, my poor husband. But there is a way for my wife to make you less uncomfortable."
His eyes lit up: "What can I do?"
"Look!" She actually took out a box of chess from under the quilt.
As expected, he became energetic, raised his arms and was eager to try: "I never thought my wife could play chess!"
"Of course, my chess skills are the fourth in our police force!" Although the words were rude, Gong Yueyue was very moved in her heart. A game of chess can make him so excited. He is really well-behaved and easy to coax. But
It can also be seen that there was indeed a shortage of entertainment activities in ancient times.
He wrapped Gong Yueyue's upper body in cotton clothes, opened the chess box, and laid out the chess game between the two of them: "I learned some superficial kung fu from the master when I was young, but I am not good at chess, so I asked my wife to teach me."
Gong Yueyue geared up and said arrogantly: "I won't let you go, you'd better cheer up."
A few minutes later……
"General." He decisively pushed out the black "car" and flicked away her red "handsome".
She was still thinking about whether to move the "pawn" or the "horse" first next, but she didn't expect that the "handsome" was hit and killed by him. "Eh? Where did your car come from? I obviously knew it.
Eat it!" Her face turned red and she was a little unconvinced. Could it be that he was cheating?
He blinked and explained innocently: "Madam... I have two cars."
She was stunned in embarrassment and messed up the chess game with her hands: "Well, try again!"
A few minutes later……
"You've got another chariot... I'll pull the horse and eat your chariot to see how you conquer." She proudly took his second "chariot" in her hand.
Who would have thought, "General." He picked up the black "cannon" and flicked away her red "handsome" across the red "horse" she had just killed.
Her face turned pink, and she pouted her lips quite dissatisfied: "Hmm? Well... you went too far. You actually bombarded my headquarters! Do it again!"
A few minutes later...
She was still thinking hard and scratching her ears and nose.
But he knew that victory or defeat was already decided, but he couldn't bear to see her lose again. "Why don't I give up the two rooks and let's play another game?"
"Yeah! My husband is so kind!"
Still a few minutes later...
"Ms. sir, why don't you lend me your car? If they are idle, they will be idle..." She began to shamelessly lie.
at last……
"I can't play any more! I don't know if you've turned on a cheat or taken drugs! It's so annoying!" She messed up the chess game, turned around and lay down facing the wall.
He leaned over and begged for mercy in her ear: "Madam, don't be angry, I will lend you the cannon..."
"Well...it would hurt my self-esteem to not leave you!"
On a certain day in January 2014, a private hospital in a city in southern China.
Jiang Haoran still pushed open the door of the ward on time. Gong Yueyue's mother Han Ping was washing her daughter's hair. He called softly: "Auntie."
Han Ping's red and swollen eyes squeezed out a forced smile: "Oh, it's Haoran here."
Jiang Haoran walked to the hospital bed, opened the egg tart box he brought and placed it next to Gong Yueyue's pillow. Every day he would bring one of her favorite foods and put it in front of her to try to lure her to wake up.
Then he took off his coat and watch: "I'll do it, you rest for a while."
Slender fingers combed through Gong Yueyue's hair, gently untying the irregularities and tangles in it. Her face was still lifeless, and only her chest was rising and falling, maintaining the connection with the people who loved her.
"Auntie, let me tell you some good news. My visa has been approved and I will go to the United States next month. My friend has found an expert for me there. If the negotiation is successful, he will be invited to come to China within this year.
." His tone was happy and full of hope. In the past few months, he had never stopped asking about famous doctors around the world. Recently, he finally found an American doctor who was said to have revived four vegetative patients, Jiang Haoran.
This time I went to the United States to discuss Gong Yueyue's condition with him in detail.
Han Ping's gloomy eyes were also lit up: "That's great, we Yueyue have hope."
A bubble of foam stained Yueyue's pale face, and he gently brushed it away with the back of his hand. "Don't worry, now that medical science is advanced, she is a girl with fighting spirit and has never let me down. She will definitely wake up.
I won't give up." When he said this, his eyes and tone were equally firm.
Han Ping looked at the mountain-like man next to his daughter, his eyes red: "Haoran, our daughter is so lucky to have followed you."
He pursed his lips and smiled, still gently rubbing her hair with his hands: "Did you hear that my aunt is praising me? Aren't you afraid that I will be kidnapped by a hot girl while you are still awake?" A drop of water caressed the corner of her eye.
Her cheeks were like the tears she was shedding at the moment. His eyes flickered slightly, and he wiped the water droplets from her temples: "Okay, I know you are reluctant to let go, and your husband will keep his integrity."
In the winter in the south, the days are warm and the nights are cool. Jiang Haoran sent Han Ping out of the hospital early and asked her to go back to rest. He returned to the ward, closed the glass window, put down the folding chair, and sat next to Gong Yueyue.
"Which song does my wife want to listen to today? Don't tell me, it's Eason Chan. I sing his songs every day. Honey is about to vomit. Can you try something else? Can Zhang Yu do that?"
A rich and magnetic voice sounded movingly in the lonely ward: "I can't say anything, I can't help but feel sad, I can't measure the distance between love and non-love..." The song stopped abruptly. "Well, this
Not very good, let’s change the song again, let me think about it..."
Another song came out of my hand: "I would rather watch you, sleeping so peacefully, than have you wake up and break up so ruthlessly, you say you... Sorry, this seems to be even worse, just pretend you didn't hear it."
He leaned over and kissed her lips, and then continued to sing: "I can always smile and play your supporting role, suffering behind your back. If you don't want it... forget it, let's go with Eason Chan."
"I have been lingering on the Ferris wheel forever, watching the flow of the world from a high place. I will still laugh and cry when I feel lost. The ups and downs of life are silently greeted. When life seems to be lingering on the Ferris wheel, I can kiss the starry sky at any time in the happy place. Where I am scared,
I can still embrace each other with you, as if we are in a game, forgetting the importance..."
This is a Cantonese song, "Ferris Wheel of Happiness" by Eason Chan. Gong Yueyue's favorite, because Jiang Haoran once proposed to her on the Ferris wheel. If Gong Yueyue hadn't had an accident, they should have entered the auditorium by now
, covered her with a white gauze. She once requested that Jiang Haoran sing this song to her at the wedding.
But now, the beautiful woman is not here, and there is only a man who sings alone until his throat becomes hoarse.
The harsh winter in the north in ancient times made it difficult for the newly pregnant Gong Yueyue to adapt. After returning to Zhao Mansion in Luoyang from Kaifeng, she spent most of her time sleeping lazily on the bed to avoid the cold.
Zhao Changyuan left work every day and returned to his house to be with him without stopping. But that day, he found her sleeping in her sleep, with tears streaming down her face. He patted her shoulder and woke her up carefully: "Madam, Madam, what's wrong with you?
Have a nightmare?"
She opened her eyes with difficulty, but just rubbed her eyes and said nothing.
He sat on the edge of the bed and gently smoothed away her tangled hair with his fingers: "Why are you crying?"
Seeing that she was still gasping silently, he simply lay beside her and turned her face towards him: "Tell me, you said you would be honest with me."
His eyes shone with determination that could not be refused. Seeing that she could not avoid it, she told the truth: "I dreamed about my mother... and... and Jiang Haoran..."
One sentence struck him like a dull thunder: "I dreamed of them...what happened to them..."
"I don't remember." She murmured softly, her heart still beating violently.
"Do you miss home?" He knew that missing his family could not be avoided and could not be suppressed. But he still felt inexplicable fear of missing her from the bottom of his heart.
"Yeah." Tears welled up in her red and swollen eyes again.
He curled up and wrapped her in his arms: "Then go back and take a look, I will accompany you."
But she shook her head.
"Is it because your parents like Jiang Haoran very much?" When he said this, he felt an unbearable sadness and grievance in his heart. "But we are already married and you are pregnant with my child. I believe they will accept me.
"
But she hummed two words softly: "No..."
"Are you so unsure of me?" His words were full of helplessness. The corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch a few times, and he gasped for air on top of her head. "Then I won't show up and won't let your parents see me. As long as
...let me bring you back." Even so, he felt extremely sad at the moment. He really couldn't figure out why it was so difficult for him to be recognized by her parents.
She clutched the hem of his clothes and murmured helplessly: "I can't go back either."
Hearing what she said, he was very confused. He loosened his arms and looked at her little face: "Why? Madam, where is your hometown?"
"A place I can't go back to and you can't reach."
"Tell me where it is. I will help you find a way. I can't bear to make you sad." Zhao Changyuan was even more puzzled. In this territory of the Song Dynasty, were there places he couldn't go to? Unless...unless she was not from the Song Dynasty.
She was really touched by his thoughtfulness, but where did she come from? How could she express this answer? "You... can't help it..."
Gong Yueyue's hesitant answer deepened his doubts. Her behavior, conversation, and speech were all different from those of Han people with deep-rooted Confucianism. Could it be that she was from Xixia? Or, or... Khitan!
He doesn't care if she is Han, but he must know the answer from her today. "But I want to know where you come from. You and I are already connected by flesh and blood, but I know nothing about your past.
I don't like this feeling very much, it makes me very uneasy." He became more and more excited as he spoke, and a thin layer of red appeared on his fair face.
She flattened her mouth and tapped the tip of his nose with her finger: "I'm worried that you will be scared when you find out." Would a person from the future be too bizarre for an ancient like him? (To be continued.