The sun has set in the west, and a cool breeze blows, bringing with it the fragrance of the grass and trees in the courtyard.
Shen Ce walked closer to Xie Yunshu on the bench. Only when he got closer did he realize that she was indeed asleep. Her long hair was spread randomly on the chair, her face was tilted towards the back of the chair, and her eyelashes were hanging quietly. The arms stretched out of the chair and hung in the cool air. The exposed forearms were smooth and delicate, like mutton-fat jade.
He stood aside and waited for a while. He saw that she was sleeping soundly and did not look like she was about to wake up. The afternoon heat gradually faded away and the temperature dropped. He took off his coat and helped her put her hanging arms back around her waist. He put on his coat. The bench was quite wide and she didn't take up much when she was lying flat on her back. He sat down on the empty seat next to her legs and stared at her quietly.
She seems to be tired today. She is not as lazy as she used to be when she was sleeping on the sofa. Her fluffy hair is stuck to her temples, her exquisite facial features are resting quietly, her expression is as defenseless as a baby's, and her chest is lightly breathing with shallow breaths. ups and downs.
The scenes he had experienced with her in Haikou emerged before his eyes. She was either smiling or angry, shy or coquettish, all of which were thrown into his eyes, along with her tears and helplessness. Pure teardrops were like clear sweet springs, dripping in his eyes. In his heart, it was like a river that had dried up for a long time got water and regained its vitality.
Looking back, it was the night of the bloody killing to save her. When he first saw her, her body and mind were damaged to pieces. He couldn't bear her shrill cries and resistance to people, and when she was in his arms, When he was sleeping in the house, his little face stained with blood and his shallow whispers had unknowingly aroused his desire for protection, and he decided to devote his whole life to protecting her, but he didn't know it.
He just fell in love with her, and there was no need to hide it. As for her, she didn't need to know this feeling, it was enough to always accept the protection he gave her.
The breeze blew her hair against her face, which made her feel a little itchy. She tugged at the corner of her mouth, muttered and went to sleep. He stretched out his hand and tucked the hair on her temples behind her ears, his eyes locked on her pretty face. , unconsciously, the pad of his thumb touched her cheek, the white and delicate touch made his heart tremble.
But this perfect body belongs only to Qiao Ye. Perhaps what he is touching is the cheek that Qiao Ye has kissed thousands of times, and the soft and red lips that have been intertwined with Qiao Ye's lips and teeth countless times. He can never Fight with Qiao Ye for her, because Qiao Ye is her happiness, and he is just a third party.
He laughed to himself and took back his hand.
Only then did he realize that she was holding the butterfly thorn he gave her in her left hand. He was afraid that she would accidentally turn over and cut herself, so he reached over her and carefully pulled out the handle of the knife from her hand with his right hand.
Sitting back next to her legs, she held the dagger and looked at it. The handle was slightly wet, probably from the sweat in her hands. The extremely sharp blade was as tough as cutting iron as mud. Maybe one day he would leave, and At that time, this knife must be the last memorial he left to her.
She moved beside her, and before he could turn his head, she turned over and sat up. The confusion in her big eyes gradually disappeared, and she gradually became clear. She stared at the pale-faced man next to her, curled her lips in grievance, and suddenly burst into tears.
His heart tightened, and he put the general thorn aside and asked softly: "What's wrong? Are you unhappy again?" He raised his hand and smoothed the hair on her shoulders to her back, making her beautiful face appear more clearly.
His gentle words made her tears well up in her eyes. Feeling aggrieved, she leaned over and tilted her head to lean on his chest, and began to cry.
In an instant, she realized how wonderful it was to stay with him in Dongshan Lake. She didn't have to worry about anything except exercise and missing home. But now that she returned to Qinzhou, troubles came one after another.
His hand paused in the air, sighed, and then touched her back, admonishing her: "What a big deal, why are you crying again?" Her tears were for Qiao Ye and the two babies. Well, it has nothing to do with him, just a shoulder to shoulder, he thought.
Xie Yunshu didn't answer, but just leaned against his chest, tears licking his clothes. She really said that Shen Ce was not good, how could he be bad! He protected himself like an elder brother, even endangering his life. In her When she is angry, she can use the knife skills he taught to vent her anger, and when she falls asleep, he can cover her with clothes. He cares about her feelings, not like Qiao Ye, when Qiao Liancheng stands between them , Qiao Ye will still protect Qiao Liancheng.
Seeing that she was just crying and not talking, he patted her back and said with a faint smile: "Qiao Ye, if I make you unhappy, I'll tell you that he can't do it. Stop crying, it hurts your eyes." Looking down at her, tears fell from his eyes. It has to be like beads, uncontrollable.
She suddenly became angry and complained to him: "Shen Ce, what I am most angry about is not Qiao Ye, but Qiao Liancheng. The child was taken away by him but became ill and hospitalized. He has nothing to do with it, but he didn't even give an explanation and scolded me. When I spoke, I spoke righteously."
He understood her thoughts clearly and said with relief: "No one wants babies to get sick. They are so fragile and getting sick is inevitable. It is enough for you to take good care of them. What Qiao Liancheng said is indeed too much. I can't listen to it." "If Qiao Liancheng was not an elder, he would definitely speak for her that night. She has never had a family member to help her, so she was inevitably bullied, and he felt bad about it.
She said with a plaintive look on her face: "And Qiao Ye, he always protects Qiao Liancheng, no matter how excessive he is." When she thought of this, she wanted to curse Qiao Ye in her heart for his favoritism.
Shen Ce pondered for a moment, stared down at her, and said: "Qiao Ye didn't weigh this point well. You should slowly communicate with him. He is not an unreasonable person." As an outsider, it's really hard for him to interfere with her. Household affairs.
"Okay." Xie Yunshu looked up at him, feeling that there were too many deep emotions in his eyes, almost to the point of being suppressed, and she couldn't understand the meaning at all.
Shen Ce looked around. The setting sun could no longer shine in the backyard and the temperature had dropped. He held her shoulders and lowered his head to discuss with her: "It's getting colder and colder here. Let's go inside." Butler Feng asked him to I came to persuade this little aunt to go back to the house, but I had forgotten about it.
She nodded, got off the bench, and said unintentionally: "Well, Qiao Ye will be back soon." The two of them walked back together, and she asked him sideways: "Why are you looking for Lin Shao today? He will come too in the future. At home? Being an honorary bodyguard like you?"
He looked at her in confusion, "What is an honorary bodyguard?"
She thought for a while and said: "In essence, she is still my friend." Anyway, she has very few friends.
Only then did Shen Ce know what she meant and said, "No, I am enough here. He just chatted with me about his future plans, just gossip."
"You've been out gossiping for so long?" She looked sideways and smiled, looking at him slyly. He probably wanted to hide from Zhenzhen, so he was out for so long.
Seeing that she finally smiled, Shen Ce breathed a sigh of relief, opened the door for her, gently held her waist and walked in with her.
The two of them looked at each other and smiled, then turned around to see Qiao Ye sitting upright on the sofa in the living room, his face as if covered with a thin layer of frost.
