[69 Book Bar - www.] When Ling Yansen came out of the bathroom, Duoduo and Xiaoxiao couldn't hold on and had already fallen asleep. Qingwu pitifully waited in the living room with a set of pajamas for who knows how long.
When he saw Qing Wu, he was stunned. He instinctively covered part of his chest with his arms, his face turned pale due to the mist in the bathroom.
"why are not you sleeping?"
He obviously expected that she had fallen asleep, so he simply waited in the bathroom for his hair to dry before coming out. Unexpectedly, she still followed Duan Qingwu's old-fashioned and silly character and waited for him honestly for so long.
He was actually so patient that he didn't rush him again.
Qingwu saw that his body was covered with shocking surgical scars, large and small, and the capillaries felt like they were quickly blocked. She felt that they were filled with ice cubes, pulling her body down toward the low temperature, and then
There was a faint pain in the eyes and heart. The pain was like entering a black and moist cave, going from shallow to deep, getting narrower and more difficult, and finally, almost suffocating.
She stood up, but her eyes were very obedient, like a wounded guinea pig, she quickly moved her position, handed over the pajamas in her hand, "I'll give you this when you come out."
"What?"
Ling Yansen felt a little uncomfortable watching her inexplicable eyes move away from him, not because she felt uncomfortable when she looked away, but because she felt uncomfortable and uncomfortable because of herself.
He knew that the woman he loved looked stupid, but she had a stubborn arrogance in her bones and was not the kind of pretentious woman who was easily frightened.
But with his imperfect self crisscrossing the streets like this, he always minded letting her see him, for fear of touching the bruises and heartache under her eyes.
Qing Wu moved her hands. She didn't want to continue dealing with him in such an embarrassing situation. "Here, here are your pajamas. Put them on and go to bed."
Ling Yansen took it, pulled it open and took a look. He immediately frowned and his eyes darkened. He glanced at her and calmly held the large set of pajamas that were obviously men's brand and definitely not new. He shook his head and said, "Men's."
?Who wore it? Why do you have men's pajamas? You're not young yet, and you look like you have a pretty good figure. The length of these pants is comparable to my slender legs."
Qingwu knew what he wanted to express.
This set of pajamas actually belonged to a college student who worked in a cake shop during the summer two years ago. Because it was far away from home, he stayed in this house for a while. He forgot to take it with him when he finally left. Qingwu had just been rummaging around in the room for a long time.
I found out that she loves hygiene. She keeps things in the cabinet in an orderly manner and pays attention to putting sanitary pellets in regularly, so her pajamas smell very clean, as if they have been washed not long ago.
Now my son has attracted the attention of this stingy man.
She remained calm and smiled, "Didn't you come here alone? Did you bring your own pajamas? Then wear your own!"
Ling Yansen is indeed very stingy. In some respects, his handsome and straight nose is now wrinkled, with wrinkles on his forehead. His eyes seem to be stained by smoke, so hazy and ambiguous that it is impossible to see clearly.
Intention, but the sound is indeed vodka with ice, spicy to the core.
"Don't change the subject. You are a single mother. Why do you have men's pajamas at home? Give me an explanation."
Domineering and arrogant, but always confident.
Qingwu pouted, sneered, put her hands on her chest, and just fucked him. Explain? He had never given her a sentence or two to explain. He simply dragged her until she didn't recognize her! What more explanation was needed?
"What? I don't just have a set of men's pajamas here. I have everything you need underwear, in any size you want. Do you want to go in and look through the cabinet?"
"Duan Qingwu! I...how did you..."
There was a rich smile in Qingwu's eyes, which was warm but also tinged with irony. She moved closer to him and poked his heart with her index finger as white as green onions, where there happened to be a suture scar the length of her index finger.
, the pink flesh stood out on the surface of his fair skin, which was particularly conspicuous. She did not mean to tease her, and concentrated on groping for his scar, but she did not know that he was already itching to the pit of her stomach.
"How long are you going to stay naked like this? You are not afraid of catching a cold yourself, I am afraid of you. Don't be childish, Ayan, I know you believe me, you just don't believe in yourself enough. In these six endless years, we
Although we are separated by two places, even life and death, in fact I am with you every minute, don't you understand? I won't see you... I'm not heartless, I just don't dare... I'm too scared, Ah
Yan, dear Ayan, I am scared. I am a mother of two children. I am really afraid that when I see you, your poor will to survive will be satisfied and you will walk away. I am afraid that I will follow you decisively.
, what will happen to our children then? I made a huge bet to God. I have no bet, I only have your life. It’s like, I pray to God every day, shouting with tears, asking him to give you back your life.
Give it to me, do this every day for six years, how many days like this? I know you have worked hard, and I know it is a miracle that you are alive. You have sacrificed so much. Ordinary people, even me, cannot understand it, but... I still
Before I went back, I always thought, just wait for a day. When you really die, Sicong and the others will give me a call. I spent every day in fear like this. By the end of this period, my heart was almost numb.
I don’t feel anything anymore. Until you appeared in front of me in such a grand manner, if I hadn’t seen these injuries on your body, I would have doubted that I had had a dream for six years, a big dream for three lives. I would have doubted what you are.
Does it really exist? I have to touch you to be sure that you are not a figment of my imagination. Ayan, I love you, just like you thought when you were up and down on the hospital bed, I fell in love.
Bones, these bones are still there, and love is still there. When we grow old, die, and enter the grave, our bodies turn to dust, but our bones are still there. Therefore, our love for each other is as hard and real as bones."
He just opened his dark eyes, rippling with the boundless light of the night. The light yellow lingered around her, illuminating her mood that was covered by darkness.
The two people stood very close, so close that they could see each other in each other's deep and clear pupils. Through the warm light, they reflected, swaying, but always existed... love.
His eyes were filled with thick mist, and the mist turned into flowers. That bouquet of flowers was dedicated to her who had been waiting for many years in the endless night.
"Ah Wu, from now on, I will not let you wait in fear anymore. I will never be separated from you or our children for a moment."
He stretched out his arms, which were thin but strong enough to hold her tightly in his arms.
She leaned over and hid in a safe and warm harbor, sucking in the long-lost scent of him that had appeared so many times in her dreams.
sigh.
"It should be so. Don't separate again. We are not young anymore, and we have two lovely children. Life is sweet and full of vicissitudes, as long as we are willing to live it well."