She didn't answer or speak, she just hugged him quietly from behind, feeling his strong and rhythmic heartbeat, and his light body temperature, just like the warm sunshine in the morning, always light.
Qingge turned her head, smiled, stood up on tiptoes to kiss him, her hands were cold, but her palms warmed his chest, leaving a warm residual warmth and a faint fragrance.
It's just their first kiss! It doesn't contain any strong or violent elements, it's always gentle and light, like the little white flowers on the grass that have just been washed by the rain, clean and pure white, unstained by dust, like many loves.
couples in general.
So many years later, when they recalled this kiss, it was sweet from the bottom of their hearts. They were really happy when their lips touched.
Her eyes were a little red, her hair was fluttering in the wind, and some naughty strands flew to her forehead. He stretched out his hand to tidy up her scattered long hair, but she had already turned around and walked towards the church behind him.
Like a devout believer, she walked closer step by step, her long hair dancing in the wind unable to cover her lonely and thin back. He didn't understand, nor did he understand, why she was always preoccupied and seemed indifferent and distant when she was silent.
A pair of hands are left hanging in the air.
How could he, being so domineering, know that she was just insecure, afraid of being hurt, and needed a commitment? He kept her by his side and never said the love words of each other, the sweetest words between lovers,
I love you or I miss you very much, not to mention silly things like the future, the future, and tomorrow.
The cautious tenderness he occasionally showed made people even more uneasy. Her heart was always shaky with him. She wanted to get closer but was afraid of getting hurt. She was afraid but had to get closer. His hot and cold attitude made her fall into the deep end.
middle.
To him, what did he mean to him? Every morning, when he woke up next to him and looked at his clean and harmless sleeping face, Qingge would always carefully ask himself, over and over again, but he could never find the answer, and he also
Won't give her an answer.
No, he gave her the answer. In the Du family villa, he gave her the answer after being hurt again and again. It was a thing bought with money or a kept lover. In short, it was not a legitimate relationship.
It seems that she is just wishful thinking, just like Du Caochen said, overestimating one's own abilities!
Her tears flowed down unknowingly. When she sat in the church, she closed her eyes devoutly, clasped her hands together on her chest, lowered her head, and prayed silently.
Du Liaochen followed her, looking at her pious appearance and weakened shoulders, and reached out to hug her thin body.
Qingge opened his eyes, quickly covered up the fluctuations in his eyes, smiled softly at him standing behind him, and spoke softly, as quiet as Qinglan: "You have to make a wish when you go to the church. What are you doing standing there? Come and make a wish.
Ah." She pointed to the seat next to her and motioned for Du Jiaochen to sit over.
Du Qiaochen was a little reluctant. He didn't bother to do these things for little girls. Who knew that Qingge didn't care whether he wanted to or not and forced him to be in the front row, saying that this position was the closest to God.
If you ask sincerely, God will definitely hear you. Her eyes were full of determination, as if she was comforting him, but also as if she was trying her best to convince herself.
"That's it, that's it." She looked at Du Liaochen's hands in a funny way, but they still couldn't get into the correct posture. Her hands couldn't be idle anymore, and she took Du Liaochen's hand to help him get into the correct posture.
"That's it, why are you so stupid?" She didn't notice the words she used at this moment. For Du Jiaochen, it was enough to crush her to death a thousand times. She was immersed in the joy of educating people.
Of course, Du Liaochen didn't pay much attention to it. He just frowned slightly when he heard this sentence. When he saw her beaming eyes, he relaxed and was infected by her joy. He couldn't help but laugh out loud.
.
Hearing his hearty laughter, Zinge awkwardly took away her hands on his hands and said unnaturally: "Well, that's right, that's it." She turned her head and continued to pray, but her heart was not.
Be calm again.
Du Liaochen also followed her example, clasping his hands together and lowering his head.
After the silence, they walked out of the church one after another. "What wish did you make?" Du Juanchen stepped forward, held her hand in a ruthless manner, and wrapped his big hand around her cold palm. He suddenly wanted to spy on her more thoroughly.
He wanted to see what was hidden in her heart, which was not known to anyone, especially the secrets that he did not know. In fact, he was guilty, fearing that there would be no trace of his existence in her devout prayers just now. In that case,
What does it mean? He didn't leave any trace in her heart at all! Wouldn't that be very sad?
Therefore, he couldn't wait to prove that he existed and was not a dispensable stranger in her heart.
"What about you? What wish did you make?" She looked at the hills in the distance and asked casually. I really didn't know what wish he would make, what else he would want to realize, what he wanted.
. It seems that he can easily get things that ordinary people may not be able to get after spending their entire lives, such as reputation, status, money, etc. So, what else does he want? Is there anything else he wants?
"Do I need to make a wish? I will get whatever I like." He spoke arrogantly and overbearingly. It is undeniable that he does have the ability to be overbearing. But Qingge didn't like his overbearing character, as if
It was as if the life and death of others were in his hands, which made her feel like she was trapped in a cage with no freedom at all.
She shook off his hand and faced his suddenly darkened expression. She quickly changed the subject, not wanting to cause any unpleasantness with him in this solemn place: "Why is there no one except the two of us in such a big church?"
She asked doubtfully. In fact, she had wanted to ask for a long time. It was almost noon since they arrived in the morning, and no one else had come to the huge church except the two of them. Isn't this strange?
Such a big church.
"How would I know." Du Caochen felt a little guilty when she looked at her. He would not say that it was him who bought the right to open the church to the public today in order to bring her here to play. He could only receive them, and the rest
Everyone stood aside. How could he allow a group of people to bustle like a vegetable market in front of him if he was so proud? He didn't care how many people came from all over the world and how many people left disappointed.
An elderly nun walked over from a distance and caught Zinge's attention. She held a book similar to a Bible in her hand, which was exquisitely made, and walked towards them with a peaceful face.
"Hello." Zinge greeted the nun who was already standing in front of them politely.
"Hello, child, God will bless you."
"Thank you." Qingge thanked her softly and accepted the blessing. The exquisite little book in the nun's hand caught her eye: "What is this?" She pointed at the little book curiously and asked.
"There is a custom in the church that everyone who goes to the church to make a wish must write his wishes in this book, and then the book will be placed on the altar over there, so that when God comes, he will See these wishes for the first time, and then make them come true." The nun told Zinge the stories that had been circulating in the church, as if they were true. In fact, they were just the beautiful longings of some crazy men and women who placed their long-cherished wishes on them. However, these If you believe something, it will happen, and if you believe it, it will work.
"Child, would you like to write it on it? It will be very useful."
"Really, is it very effective?" Qingge looked at the nun excitedly, eager to try it, but Du Jiechen didn't care.
Qingge took the notebook, turned her back to Du Caochen, and began to write down the wish she had just made.
The first one: I hope my mother will get better soon and don’t abandon her.
The second one: I hope Shen Yake can get happiness. The third one, she thought about it and wrote a line of words on the paper...
Du Qiaochen naturally disdained to do this. The nun just nodded to him lightly and took the notebook that Qingge had written: "God is merciful and will bless you and your wife until you grow old happily."
Qingge was about to retort that they were not a couple, but Du Caochen jumped in first: "Thank you, we will." After saying this, he put his arm around Qingge's shoulders very naturally and took her into his arms affectionately.
What is Du Qiaochen doing? They are obviously not a couple, so why do they act so ambiguously, as if they are really a couple? I really can't understand him, this strange man.
The nun looked at the two sweet and loving people in front of her and smiled happily: "My children, God will be happy for you when I see you happy." She clasped her hands together and lowered her head piously.
Judging from their appearance, the two of them are very destined, but they are not like other people, staying together until old age. They are bound to go through hardships.
She only noticed the tribulation between them. This book was said to have received blessings from thousands of people. She hoped that this blessing would help them break through the tribulations and see their own hearts clearly as soon as possible. The nun gradually walked away. , holding the notebook's hands tightly together in a praying posture.
"What did you just write?" Du Qiaochen looked into the distance, but his eyes didn't know where they landed. Seeing how serious she looked, she should have written something important, about whom? About what, he really, Want to know?
"You seem to be very interested?" Zinge came close to his face and looked at him seriously.
"Actually, I just wrote about my mother and people I know." Zinge turned his head and looked into the distance in the direction the nun left. There, at the highest place, there was indeed a round thing, which should be what he said. Altar, then those wishes should come true, right!
Mom, Shen Yake, and that person will all come true!
"Only these?" He was a little unwilling and a little disappointed. People he knew? It couldn't be anyone else except Shen Yake. It turned out that in her heart, she couldn't even rank people she knew!
"Who do you know?" He spoke again unwillingly.
"I'm so hungry, let's go back quickly." She didn't answer his question and took his hand very naturally. Even she herself didn't realize that her words were mostly coquettish.
Someone you know? Qingge looked at his impatient profile and wanted to ask:
Someone you know? Don’t you know?
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