On the endless seaside, Simiao stepped on the sea water with her bare feet, occasionally squatting on the ground to pick up shells, and occasionally shouting loudly to relieve her depressed mood, while Feng Jicheng was always by her side, pampering her.
Drowned eyes never left her.
"Will you feel much better after shouting out loud?" Feng Jicheng asked interestingly, raising his eyebrows.
"Yes, tell the unhappy things to Hai Ting and Feng Ting. Then you will feel much better. Shout out the happy things too, and share the happy things with them." After saying this, I felt like a good child.
Angry, Simiao chuckled.
The sea breeze ruffled the strands of hair on Simiao's forehead. Feng Jicheng looked at Simiao who had a clean smile like an angel. He carefully tucked the strands of hair on her forehead behind her ears and looked at her sallow and thin pretty face.
He knelt down, picked up a conch, whispered a few words to the conch, and then handed it to Simiao, "Here you go."
"What are you listening to?" Simiao doubtfully took the conch and listened. There was no other sound except the buzzing inside. He raised his head and looked at Feng Jicheng's handsome face, "There is nothing."
Feng Jicheng faced the sea, stretched out his arms, and said loudly as if reciting poetry, "He said that there was a woman named Zhen Simiao who was obviously very unhappy, but she kept pretending to be happy, and said that it was only for a few days.
She has lost weight without seeing her, which makes him feel so distressed. Now facing him, please let her take off her pretense of strength."
Simiao tilted her head, looked at Feng Jicheng quietly, and smiled slightly. In fact, God was quite fair to her. She met a demon Ouyang Ji, and then met an angel Feng Jicheng. Simiao was also treated the same way.
Said to the sea, "Mr. Conch, please don't worry, Zhen Simiao is like grass, a woman who can thrive if given some sunshine."
After shouting, the two looked at each other in tacit understanding. Their feet felt cold. Simiao smiled and said, "Ah, the tide is rising." Feng Jicheng also smiled and took Simiao's delicate hand and ran to the beach...
At 18 o'clock in the evening, after Bella was driven away by Ouyang Ji, Emma Martha and him were the only ones left at the dinner table. Neither of them moved their chopsticks. Emma herself couldn't move because Ouyang Ji couldn't move her chopsticks.
He was willing to use his chopsticks, but Ouyang Ji kept staring at the door, because Simiao didn't come back, so he was unwilling to use his chopsticks.
Time passes minute by second, and every movement of the hands affects Ouyang Ji's heart. The hands under the dining table are clasped together nervously. Stupid woman, don't let me down.
At 18:30, Ouyang Ji frowned and said to Emma, "If you are hungry, eat first." He was still stubbornly waiting for Simiao.
At 19 o'clock, the door was pushed open. He sat on the chair and stood up suddenly. He thought it was Simiao, but unexpectedly it was the maid. He sat down again in disappointment.
At 20 o'clock, the dining table was removed, and his stern face gradually turned sinister. Although he was sitting on the sofa watching TV, he seemed to glance at the clock every minute, fidgeting impatiently, standing up and pacing on the carpet...
Simiao slowly opened her eyes and looked around. What the hell, why was she sleeping in the car? The sky outside the car window was already twinkling with stars, and the sea breeze was empty. She turned to look at Feng Jicheng.
He looked at her with interest, his cheeks flushed, "What are you looking at me for? How long have you been looking at me?"
"From the moment you get in the car, you start sleeping." Feng Jicheng's lips curved in a teasing way, "You look like a pig when you sleep, so cute."
"What?" Simiao turned her face away in embarrassment, cute? Han Xue said that she slept like a pig, and every time she argued that it was cute and lazy. In the end, Han Xue did not mention pigs or sheep, and dropped the two
The word, childish! I suddenly remembered it, looked at Feng Jicheng and asked, "What time is it now?".
Feng Jicheng lowered his head, glanced at his watch, and replied, "22:30. Are you hungry? Let's go eat."
What a tragedy, Ouyang Ji will get angry again! In order to prevent Feng Ji from taking the blame, Simiao tried his best to appear as if nothing happened, "No, I want to go back and go to bed early, please send me back."
Feng Jicheng lowered his thick eyelashes, hiding the disappointment in his eyes, and said warmly, "Okay" and then fastened the seat belt for Simiao...
Ouyang Ji never knew that waiting for someone was so long and anxious, because it was always others waiting for him, not him waiting for others, let alone women. He lay lazily on his hair and blinked his deep eyes.
I looked at the clock without blinking. When the hands pointed to 23 o'clock, I felt even more nervous.
He hopes that time can be like an hourglass and can flow repeatedly, because in this case, today will pass very slowly, time will stop, Simiao will not break his trust, and he will not be disappointed with Simiao.
He really wanted to believe in Simiao and wanted to give Simiao freedom. He knew that Simiao would rather be an ordinary free-flying bird than a canary in a cage, so today he gave him freedom.
He gave her freedom, but it seemed that he had given it to him wrongly. She no longer felt like a bird to him, but a kite, a kite that would never fly back as long as the thread was no longer in his hands. Suddenly,
He stood up and said in a gloomy voice, "No matter how high or far a kite flies with its string broken, it will never fly into the sky!".
'Squeak -' The door gently opened a small crack, Simiao's heartbeat was beating like a drum, and she looked inside. Everyone was asleep, so she walked in lightly with confidence. For just a moment, the lights were brightly lit and the light was piercing.
She couldn't open her eyes, she twisted her eyebrows and blinked several times. She saw Ouyang Ji standing and walking toward her with a stern look on his face.
She hurriedly explained, "It's not midnight yet, the day is not over yet, I didn't mean to come back so late", but she couldn't say it because of Ouyang Ji's sudden hug.
Ouyang Ji held the little woman in his arms tightly, as if he had found a treasure that had been lost and recovered. He gently played with her hair with his big hands, and said in a bewitching voice, "You are very good, you came back before midnight." Thank you.
You, stupid woman, never made me regret, never let me down, never left me!
"Oh" Simiao responded blankly. Ouyang Ji was so surprised that she thought he would blame her. It was really a non-human thinking. She couldn't think normally, "Gulu - Gulu -" without giving any face, she sang an empty city plan.
, lowering his head in embarrassment, just like when he was pregnant with a baby, he always felt sleepy and hungry.
"Are you hungry?" Ouyang Ji looked at Simiao with a fond smile, his smile was very happy, he took her delicate hand and walked to the restaurant, "Let's go eat"...
Outside Ouzhai Courtyard, Feng Jicheng was lazily leaning on the car. The silver-white moonlight shone on his body, giving him an indescribable feeling of desolation. His deep and affectionate eyes looked at the lanterns lit in the villa,
She got home safely, what is she doing? Eating? One person or two people?
‘Gulu—Gulu—’ His stomach was empty, and the corners of his lips curved into a bitter curve.