Under the warm sunshine, Ruoxi lay on the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the clear blue, watching the floating clouds dancing from time to time, watching the colorful clouds changing over time, turning into beautiful colors.
Golden red, brilliant yellow, pure white, fierce red.
I have to admit that the sunset is beautiful and breathtaking.
Ruoxi raised her head and stared at the sky above her head. The setting sun, with its dilapidated and dazzling light, illuminated her whole body with a strange light.
Liancheng walked gently behind her and stared at her back until he heard her low cough, then he approached her, put the clothes in his hands on her body, and hugged her from behind.
Ruoxi smiled without turning her head and asked him, "Liancheng, do you think the sunset is beautiful?"
Not hearing Liancheng's answer, Ruoxi frowned slightly and turned around. He was looking at the sunset on the horizon in trance. From her angle, she could just see Liancheng's beautiful profile. The dazzling light fell on his side.
The face reflects a beautiful outline.
When she was fascinated, Liancheng's teasing voice sounded, "Ruoxi, who is the sunset or who is more beautiful?"
Ruoxi stared blankly at his black, jewel-like eyes, raised the corners of her lips, and laughed. Lian Cheng also laughed with her, and the clouds in the sky also laughed with joy.
It’s been a year, Ruoxi, are you feeling relieved?
As the sun set, Liancheng pushed her in a wheelchair to the dining table.
Seeing her eating less and less, Liancheng frowned slightly in worry, "Ruoxi, doesn't the soup I make taste good?"
Ruoxi's hand holding the bowl was trembling. She put the bowl on the table, put away the strange emotion in her eyes, and showed him a big smile, "Yeah, it tastes terrible. Liancheng, why did you do this?"
The soup that has lasted for a long time is still sour, sweet, bitter and spicy, but there is no progress at all?"
Liancheng didn't hire a nanny, so Liancheng took care of her three meals a day. Still remembering the first meal, Ruoxi looked at the large table of dishes and excitedly picked up her chopsticks to taste them.
The first one was too sour.
The second dish was too sweet.
The third way is too bitter.
The fourth course is too spicy.
The fifth course is soup, which is sour, sweet, bitter and spicy.
Ruoxi didn't show any emotion at that time and spoke out all her most direct feelings. To this day, Ruoxi still remembers the expression on Lian Cheng's face at that time, which was also bittersweet. But even if the food was not cooked well, Ruoxi was
I had a great time eating.
Over the past year, Liancheng's cooking skills have gotten better and better. But this year, Ruoxi's health has gotten worse and worse, and she eats less and less. She tastes every meal like a dragonfly, and then...
Put down the chopsticks.
Liancheng looked at Ruoxi and said with a smile: "Stop complaining, you have to eat it for the rest of your life. Even if you lose your teeth when you are old, you still have to drink my sweet and sour soup."
Ruoxi shouted helplessly, "My poor stomach, what will you do in the next few decades?"
The two of them smiled, but they knew in their hearts that these words were meant to comfort the other. Ruoxi's health was getting worse and worse, so bad that she might leave at any time.
After dinner, Ruoxi held a picture album in her arms and waited for Liancheng to clean up the kitchen. Seeing him flinging his sleeves, Ruoxi smiled and planted a kiss on the side of his face.
Liancheng raised his eyebrows and looked at her, "Tell me, what do you want to do again?"
Ruoxi smiled happily. In front of Liancheng, every move she made, he knew what she was going to say and do next. Ruoxi stretched out her fingers to caress the brilliant wisteria in the album, and spoke in an almost inaudible voice.
He said: "Liancheng, I want to see the wisteria flowers blooming." I thought of the wisteria flowers blooming in the greenhouse.