The Most Beautiful Years Met You 【203】Yu Zhongxiao, You Are Shy Again
I regret it, I want to marry you...
Yu Zhongxiao stood at the door of the apartment, his tall body allowed to be held by Ye Hehuan. He was stunned for a moment. When he reacted to the words she muttered, he stretched out his arms and hugged her, tighter than ever before.
It all takes effort.
After receiving his silent response, Ye Hehuan's lips curved and he tightened his arms.
She felt the solidity brought to her by this strong and warm male body, and her breath was filled with the faint scent of shower gel.
This is an indescribable feeling.
There are no words, like a silent black and white film.
When Yu Zhongxiao hugged her back, Ye Hehuan seemed to hear the sound of flowers blooming. It was very soft, but her world suddenly became colorful.
I don’t know how long I have been hugging like this——
Yu Zhongxiao's low but warm voice sounded in her ears, "It's so late...did you drive here by yourself?"
Ye Hehuan snorted.
She pressed her cheek against the man's strong chest and listened to his steady heartbeat, giving birth to infinite lust.
On the way here, the turbulent emotions that filled her chest had returned to silence...
Yu Zhongxiao let go of her, wrapped his slender little hands with his generous palms, and pulled her into the house. When changing his slippers, he noticed the dirty indoor cotton slippers on Ye Hehuan's feet and the white ankles.
Dirty, as if one foot accidentally stepped on the uneven square bricks.
After letting Ye Hehuan sit down on the sofa, Yu Zhongxiao took out two tissues, put her right foot on his thigh, and then carefully wiped the dirty areas for her.
Ye Hehuan's hands were supported on the sofa. She slowly traced the profile of Yu Zhongxiao's face with her eyes, feeling very peaceful in her heart.
…
As soon as Yu Zhongxiao threw away the ball of tissue, a beautiful figure rushed towards her, and a pair of thin arms were wrapped around her neck. At the same time, his big hands subconsciously held her slender waist to keep her body balanced.
He lowered his gaze, looked at the motionless person leaning on him, and smiled slightly: "Isn't it hot when you are crowded like this?"
Ye Hehuan pursed his lips and shook his head, staying quietly in his arms.
After a while, she suddenly whispered: "Hello."
"Um?"
In addition to being deep, Yu Zhongxiao's voice also contained a laziness after relaxation.
Ye Hehuan looked at the clothes racks blowing in the wind on the balcony. She just said she wanted to marry him. Although she didn't say anything, she really wanted to hear his answer now. She couldn't help but hold Yu Zhongxiao's neck and chin tightly.
Paddling his shoulders, he said in a persuasive tone: "Shouldn't you say something?"
Yu Zhongxiao asked in a low voice: "What?"
Ye Hehuan narrowed his eyes and muttered softly: "Don't act stupid for me."
"..."
Ye Hehuan was not going to let him go just like that. She sat up straight, looked straight at Yu Zhongxiao with a pair of cat eyes, and briefly mentioned what happened at noon: "You said you wanted me to marry you, have you forgotten?
"
Yu Zhongxiao nodded and said that he still remembered.
Ye Hehuan waited for a long time without waiting for the next step, so she had to guide her step by step: "What next?"
Yu Zhongxiao: "..."
Ye Hehuan kept up his efforts: "Now I agree."
Yu Zhongxiao grabbed her arm and pulled her into his arms again, but turned a deaf ear to her words.
Ye Hehuan's face was close to his raised Adam's apple, and she seemed to hear a helpless sigh. Suddenly, she felt that it didn't matter whether Yu Zhongxiao gave an answer or not.
Ye Hehuan smiled, with sweet bubbles in his heart. He put his arms around the man's generous arms and said, "Yu Zhongxiao, you are shy again."
She used an affirmative tone.
Being held in his arms, Ye Hehuan could not raise his head to look at Yu Zhongxiao's face, and could only hear his voice trying to defend: "Is there any?"
"No?" Ye Hehuan said, trying to break away, "Then let me go and let me see you."
She thought Yu Zhongxiao would not let go, but he really let go.
It's just that she didn't look at her for less than two seconds, and the two of them didn't even look at each other. He hugged her into his arms again.
It's obviously a sign of embarrassment...
The corners of Ye Hehuan's lips raised: "Yu Zhongxiao, you are really unreliable."
Yu Zhongxiao whispered: "What's so unreliable?"
"You said you wanted to marry me, but now it seems like I'm forcing you. Where did the shameless energy that pestered me yesterday go?"
"..."
Ye Hehuan mercilessly exposed his shortcomings: "Sometimes I feel that your old god is here, and you look invulnerable, but sometimes you are so thin-skinned that it can be broken with just a poke. You are like this, in a meeting in the army
How did you control those soldiers under your command?"
Yu Zhongxiao said: "...It's not like this in the army."
"What's that like?"
Yu Zhongxiao said nothing.
Ye Hehuan couldn't help but want to ask, are you shy just in front of me?
Before she could ask anything, she noticed that Yu Zhongxiao's neck was red, and the big hand on her waist, connected to the base of her ears, suddenly tightened.
This scene seems to have returned to a long, long time ago.
When the phone vibrated, Ye Hehuan also withdrew from Yu Zhongxiao's arms.
Yu Zhongxiao looked at her with a very gentle look, then took the mobile phone on the coffee table and went to the balcony to answer the call./
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Ye Hehuan hugged her knees and looked at his upright back. After sitting for a while, she put on her slippers and stood up, and went to the bathroom amidst Yu Zhongxiao's words.
Sitting on the toilet, Ye Hehuan took off the ring from the necklace and put it on her ring finger again.
——
In the evening, Ye Hehuan did not return to Ye's house.
After a simple bath, she was wearing Yu Zhongxiao's loose shirt, resting on one of his arms, leaning on the bedside and casually reading "Wuthering Heights" on her knees.
The book was found in the bedside table drawer.
The paper is not brand new, it seems to have been turned over countless times.
Ye Hehuan did not ask Yu Zhongxiao whether he had come to Fengcheng often in the past six years, nor did he ask him about the gunshot wound.
Those unhappy pasts were like the pages of the book in her hand. Now that they had been turned over, she did not want to look back and make them sad.
Looking at it, Ye Hehuan felt sleepy.
Although her eyelids were falling straight down, she was curious about the next plot of the novel and did not want to sleep. She wanted to continue reading.
Yu Zhongxiao reached out to take away the book, but found that he couldn't do it.
Ye Hehuan refused to let go and said a little aggrievedly: "I don't know what's going on below, so I can't sleep well." As she said that, she tossed and turned on his chest, her long black hair hanging on her shoulders, her bright eyes and white teeth: "
Why don't you read it to me, then I won't have to hold my eyes open to read it."
I thought he would be awkward, but Yu Zhongxiao agreed readily.
He borrowed a book and asked, "Where did you see it?"
Ye Hehuan pointed somewhere, and then leaned obediently into Yu Zhongxiao's shoulder.
The light in the bedroom was soft, and only Yu Zhongxiao's gentle voice said: "The snow started to fall heavily. I held the door handle and tried again. At this time, a young man without a coat, carrying a grass rake, was in the yard behind.
Appeared in..."
Ye Hehuan's breath was filled with the healthy scent of Yu Zhongxiao, which was rich but not overpowering, making her feel relaxed.
"No one paid any attention to me. I looked back and saw Joseph bringing a bucket of porridge to the dog. Mrs. Heathcliff was leaning over the fire and playing with the matches. The pile of matches was the tea can she had just put back on the stove.
It fell down when it happened.”
After reading this sentence, Yu Zhongxiao stopped and looked down at the quiet little woman in his arms. She had her eyes closed, her eyelashes curled up, and she was breathing lightly.
He closed the book and put it aside.
The orange light shone on Ye Hehuan's fair side face.
Yu Zhongxiao brushed away her hair that was scattered around her neck and looked at her peaceful sleeping face, as if appreciating an extremely precious piece of art.
After a long time, he lowered his head and kissed the corner of her mouth.
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The next day, Yu Zhongxiao was going back to Fengcheng.
The call last night was from the army. Something happened and Yu Zhongxiao had to go back and deal with it, even though he had applied for family leave before.
Ye Hehuan did not complain. After the two had breakfast, she sent Yu Zhongxiao to the high-speed rail station.
Before checking in, Yu Zhongxiao hugged her. A large group of people had gathered at the ticket gate. Ye Hehuan leaned on his shoulder and heard him say: "Let's go, call if you need something. If you encounter a problem that cannot be solved, please wait."
I’ll talk about it when I get back.”
Ye Hehuan knew that he was worried about her escaping from battle again, so she nodded gently.
When she was let go, she grabbed Yu Zhongxiao's shirt cuffs, looked into his dark eyes and said, "Be careful on the road."
What he received in exchange was a gentle kiss on the forehead.
…
After coming out of the high-speed rail station, Ye Hehuan stood at the gate for a while, then she took out her car keys and drove to the cemetery.
After her death, Han Minjing was buried in the cemetery with the best feng shui in City B.
When Ye Hehuan passed by the flower shop, he bought a bouquet of white jasmine flowers.
On the tombstone, there is a photo of Han Minjing when she was 22 or 23 years old. She has long hair and black eyes. She is very young and beautiful. Ye Hehuan put the flowers aside, squatted down and looked at the woman in the photo who seemed to be smiling at him.
, she whispered: "Mom, he came to see me. I can't live like this. I plan to get back together with him."
