She took his hand and wrote in his palm, but he could feel the temperature between her fingers, which was very cold.
"What did you go to do? Why didn't you stay at home? What's this? You came so late. Don't you know that I would be worried and anxious?" After writing, she stared at his face, with that kind of look in her eyes.
The fear still didn't go away. He didn't understand anything at all. Why did he leave home? What if he couldn't find his way home?
Qing's body was just slightly stunned, and he picked up Xiang Qinglan from the ground. Their floor had no carpet and was very cold, so she must be so cold.
He put her on the bed, but her hands still didn't take off his clothes.
Qing suddenly smiled, and her green eyes were particularly clean, "I went out to bask in the sun, look at me," he pointed at his face, "I've tanned a lot, you said I'd look handsome this way, and I've already
I know the way home, and I won't lose it again." If there were no Lan in this world, then Qing would be gone. He put his arms around her thin body. She was much thinner than before, and her
Too tired from work.
Closing his eyes, he rested his chin on the top of her head, "Qing will remember Lan. The place where Lan is is Qing's home. Qing can forget everything, but she will never forget the direction home."
It was here. He pointed to his chest, the direction of home, and remembered it very clearly, so that he would not lose himself."
Xiang Qinglan took a deep breath and rested her head on his shoulder. The coldness on her body under his body temperature had slowly disappeared. Qing, you must remember the way home.
, if I really can't find you, then one day, you must think of me. Because I will always be waiting for you at home, this home with only the two of us.
She turned around and looked at his face, which was indeed tanned by the sun. Regarding his explanations, whether they were true or false, she did not want to pursue them, nor did she want to think about them, let alone think about them.
I know the authenticity there, because as long as Qing comes back, it will be fine, as long as he comes back.
Her hand caressed his cheek, his eyes, his nose, his facial features were as three-dimensional and perfect as sculptures, and the lines and proportions were very neat. Finally, her fingers fell on his lips, but Qing was open
He opened his lips and gently took her still cold fingers into his mouth.
She licked her tongue lightly, just to make her body no longer feel so cold. The delicate warmth coming from her fingers made her senses come alive again.
Her lips finally began to slowly rise, but that slight loneliness was heartbreaking to see in Qing's eyes.
Letting go of her fingers, he held her hand tightly, unwilling to let go.
"Lan, I will never forget the way home, because the place where Lan is is my home," he pressed his forehead against hers. This kind of promise that didn't feel like a promise was very true and serious.
He has lost all his memories, how much he cherishes everything now, and Xiang Qinglan is also everything to him.
Xiang Qinglan nodded, and her eyelashes that swayed from time to time were covered with a drop of crystal tears, so transparent and sentimental.
Qing leaned down and kissed away the tears from the corner of her eyes. The salty taste tasted in the corner of her mouth, which was particularly bitter. The two of them lay on the bed, just hugging each other tightly. They really had nothing but each other.
Already.
Xiang Qinglan closed her eyes and put her hands on his waist. Listening to his heartbeat, she breathed quietly, and the air that the two breathed in the room blended together.
"Qing, promise me not to leave me, never leave," Xiang Qinglan closed her eyes, but her fingers slid over his heart.
"Well, don't leave, never leave," Qing followed her words, turned her body sideways, and pressed her chin tightly against her hair. A faint fragrance came from her hair.
, he smelled it hard, wanting to remember this smell and never forget it for the rest of his life.
Qing pulled up the quilt to cover the two people's bodies. In fact, they were both tired. The lights in the room were still on. It was getting darker outside. The buns still lying on the ground were still there alone. Only the bed was there.
, one or two people were already asleep, hugging each other tightly, and the warmth after exhaustion made people miss them even more.
When Xiang Qinglan woke up, it was almost noon the next day. She slowly opened her eyes, her eyelashes flickered softly, and she touched the man's clothes. Her hands were still on his waist, and
The man's slightly dark complexion contrasted more sharply with her fair skin.
Clear, indeed it was much darker. She put her hand on his chest, the smile on her face was faint and satisfied. After a long time, she carefully pulled away his hand, sat up, turned around, but her fingers were
Carefully stroking his frowning brow, she withdrew her fingers until his brows relaxed. She was very careful when getting out of bed, fearing to disturb his sleep. He was sleeping soundly, and she realized that,
Under his pale eyes, there was always a look of exhaustion.
Sitting on the bed, she pulled up the quilt and covered him. Then she stood up, walked over and picked up the buns on the ground, which had been trampled.
She put the bun aside and then walked into the kitchen. However, she looked back at the man on the bed, and the mist in her eyes gathered again.
Lowering her head, she blinked hard, but smiled to herself, he was back, just come back.
Walking into the kitchen, she leaned against the kitchen wall and rubbed her swollen shoulders. It actually hurt, but the pain was much lighter than before.
When they opened the small refrigerator, there were not many things in it, but it was enough for them to eat for a long time. When they took out the dishes, they were all very hungry.
She likes this kind of life. No matter how tiring it is, as long as she thinks about herself and the people she thinks about, all the hard work is worth it. If there is no more, then, what kind of bullying is there?
Lowering her head, she skillfully cut the vegetables, although the clinking sound was not very obvious.
However, it had already opened the eyes of the man lying on the bed. He stretched out his arms and touched the bedside for a long time. Only when he could not find the warmth in his arms did he wake up a lot. He sat up and walked towards the bed.
Looking at the kitchen, too much happiness fell from his eyes. He got out of bed and walked to the only cabinet in the room. He took out the small amount of money from his pocket and opened the drawer. There were
The place where she put important things, and he put what he earned with what she earned, and then closed the drawer, with a clear smile on his handsome face.