Yun Qingqing, a woman who loved her mother and loved the world, was finally willing to become a commoner and wait for a man for thirty-five years.
But she looks only in her forties.
"Actually, she is already fifty years old. When she met Pei Yuan, she was only sixteen." Yan Xiaoqing reminded me.
Fifty years old? We met in our prime years, but we only saw each other in our later years.
When I was fifty years old, I was still waiting for a divorce, but Yun Qingqing has been in love for most of her life. The gap is not as big as usual.
"Okay, they are together now, it's time for us to go back." I said relaxedly.
"It's not over yet." Yan Xiaoqing said.
"not yet?"
Just as I was wondering, Yan Xiaoqing suddenly made the spiral nest just now and jumped in with me involuntarily.
This time the scene changed, it was a beautiful house built with pillars.
As soon as I entered, I felt that the atmosphere was not right.
Following Yan Xiaoqing's footsteps, we walked into the closed door as if there was no one else around.
The faint sound of purple cigarette smoke floated up, and layers of gauze curtains blocked people's sight. I lifted the gauze curtains and walked closer.
Yun Qingqing was lying on the bed weakly. When I saw her before, her hair was only gray. How long had it been? At most a hundred days, her gray hair was completely white, and the fine lines at the corners of her eyes were gone.
It could no longer be blocked and was deeply burned into her skin. The afternoon sunlight fell on her peaceful face from the window of the house, and Yun Qingqing seemed to be taking a nap.
Pei Yuan stood beside her, expressionless.
But I know that Pei Yuan must be in pain. There is no torture like watching his lover leave with his own eyes. What is even more sad is that his lover is already in his old age, but he still has bright years.
"Pei Yuan~" Yun Qingqing opened her eyes slowly, saw Pei Yuan, and suddenly stretched out her hand like a little girl coquettishly.
Pei Yuan smiled and held her hand: "I'm here."
"You're back, are you hungry?" Yun Qingqing asked softly.
"Hungry."
"Then I'll help you cook the noodles." As he said that, Yun Qingqing sat up with his arms propped up, and his previous dejected demeanor was instantly wiped away, and he became energetic.
Pei Yuan didn't stop him and let Yun stand up happily. Judging from her back, she really didn't look like a sixty-year-old woman.
Looking at the back that could fall down at any time, Pei Yuan had mixed emotions on his face and followed him without hesitation.
In the kitchen, Yun Qingqing was chopping green onions and mixing sauces with quick hands and feet. When the water boiled, she hurriedly poured the noodles down. Amid the steam, her face was as beautiful as a fairy.
Seeing flowers in the mist seems to be how it comes about.
I'm almost obsessed with it. What kind of picture would it be if Pei Yuan and Yun Qingqing could stay together forever?
The face is fine, Yun whispered softly.
Pei Yuan immediately took the bowl of noodles: "It's a bit hot, let's eat it later."
"That's fine." Yun gently beat his sore waist and slowly returned to the bedroom.
When she lay back down again, I saw the water in Pei Yuan's eyes. It was as if this face was about to perish and would never be seen again.
Yun's gently closed eyes slowly opened, and he couldn't help but laugh: "What are you looking at?"
"I'm standing here, of course I'm looking at you."
Yun Qingqing couldn't help but touch her face: "You're already old... you're still looking like this."
Pei Yuan leaned over and kissed her forehead: "No way, in my heart, you will never grow old and will always be beautiful."
My eyes widened, and I was completely impressed by Pei Yuan, because every word he said that sounded extremely contrary to his conscience was actually true.
