"It's late at night, go to sleep, eh?!" He held her hand and walked towards the bedroom, but she shook her head. She couldn't bear to sleep on such a beautiful night, and she was so scared that she would never wake up again once she fell asleep.
Come on, she doesn't want to lose him, she doesn't want to leave his side!
Outside the window, the night was getting thicker, and sleepless stars were twinkling in the blue velvet sky. Her footsteps involuntarily walked towards the terrace.
The moment I pushed the glass door open, I was caught off guard. In the southeast direction, I saw a tube of glowing orange-red fireballs slanting across the sky, dragging smoke trails, roaring across the dark sky, and cracking into strange scenery.
"Meteor..." she murmured
That fleeting spark involves the throbbing deep in the heart. Life is like a shooting star. Inadvertently, it flashes away and the life is over.
People are sad, not because love is over, but because when everything is over, love is still there
"Meteors break through time and space and travel to the future," he said softly as he followed her onto the terrace.
"What?!" She raised her eyes to meet his face in confusion.
"The so-called meteors are fragments of outer space planets that fall to the ground or sea surface and are heated and burned by friction with the air."
"So what?!" she asked curiously
"So the meteors we see come from the past and travel through the future. They are hundreds of light years away from us. They have drifted in the universe for hundreds of years, traveled through the solar system, and fallen all the way. At some inadvertent moment, they met
The earth passed by, and due to the gravitational force, it flew into our night sky and landed in front of our eyes." He leaned over, stared into her eyes, and murmured, "Maybe three hundred years ago, we saw the same thing.
A star, make an appointment with it to meet in this life..."
Three hundred years ago?!
What a beautiful scene it is, two people sitting on the top of the highest mountain, catching the last shooting stars, when the sun rises over the mountain stream, I am not old, you are still
She suppressed the throbbing in her heart and asked shyly, "When did you start studying astronomy?!"
"I have been suffering from insomnia a lot in the past few years. I would sit on the balcony and watch the stars at night. I once saw a lot of shooting stars. After seeing too many shooting stars, I became curious and then I checked some information." He said lightly, but she could imagine those nights.
How lonely and sad he was. He was standing alone on the balcony with a cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth. The dense mist blurred his facial features, but it could not hide the gloomy depression in his eyes. She understood his loneliness and felt sorry for him.
Lonely, her heart hurts so much
"Ah Chi..." She couldn't help but hugged his neck, rested her head on his shoulder, and cried like a child. A strong sense of need gripped her deeply, and she felt distressed.
tears flowing on his clothes
"Achi, I really miss you..." she cried.
"I miss you too. Even now, I still can't believe that you are real in front of me. I thought it was a dream..." He stroked her face and whispered, "Many times, I can only be in front of me."
I see you in my dreams, and review your smiles in my dreams, but more often than not, I can’t sleep, and even dreaming has become a luxury..."
"But I'm fine now. It's all over. I don't think I'll ever have insomnia again." He comforted her and let her press against his chest. Their heartbeats overlapped each other, so intimate that there was no distance at all.
after?!
Will there be a future?!
She raised her head and stared at him through the misty tears. He held her tear-stained face and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.
Her slightly trembling eyelashes exuded a weak and pitiful aura, helplessly intertwined with his eyes.
The cold wind blew, making her shiver.
Rong Yuchi stretched out his hand to take her into his arms, looked at her forehead, and asked with concern, "Have you caught a cold? Why is there cold sweat on your forehead?!"
"Maybe the air at night is too cold," she lied and found an excuse.
"Then let's go in?!" He combed her slightly messy hair with his hands.
"Okay." She nodded obediently, lowered her eyelashes, and there were two thick shadows under her eyes, making it impossible to see her emotions.
In the room, two children occupied the big bed. They originally slept in the middle, but because of their poor sleeping posture, they rolled to the side. Their two small bodies occupied the entire bed.
She walked over, gently pulled the quilt, and covered her four little feet.
"It seems we can only sleep on the sofa." He took the blanket and lay on it, and she curled up her limbs like a cat and snuggled into his arms.
How I wish time could stay at this moment forever, so that she could sleep and wake up on his pillow every day. Two lovely children confirmed their love.
If happiness has weight, then she is carrying it sweetly at this moment
In such a warm embrace, I feel like I am in heaven. Even if I am destined to fall from the clouds, there is no trace of regret or regret.
His body temperature, his embrace, his breath, everything about him was so familiar, so intoxicating, throbbing, and... clinging to her h
Regarding the missed years and love, they can never tell the difference: is it beautiful because of regret, or is it regretful because it is beautiful?!
He hugged her tightly and said "sleep"
sleep?!
You Tong suddenly felt a chill in his heart, Li Yuanhang's words echoed in his mind
"I asked my brother-in-law that your current situation is in the relatively stable incubation period of the virus. Your body will have some reactions. You will become weaker and weaker, with no strength all over your body. You will also have headaches, easy coldness, fatigue, dizziness, and hair loss.
, when you feel too uncomfortable, it will make you feel like sleeping, but... you may not be able to sleep at all."
The bright silver moonlight passes through the window curtains, casting cold light waves. The undercurrent of storms, entangled emotions, and sad helplessness all become more blurred as the night goes by.
"Achi..." She called him softly
"Um?!"
She bit her soft lip and murmured, "Wake me up tomorrow morning."