Is the exquisite jade bed drawing in the hands of her father really the necessary wedding bed that Zhang Ling requested back then?
No!
Zhang Lingke has never said such words.
But when talking about the ideal wedding with Yan Yuan, the two of them just got together and thought about it for a while.
But in the process of imagining, Zhang Ling recalled the promise of her first love for Qi Diaozhe.
By the way, I used my talent to draw a sketch.
The purpose is to allow Yan Yuan, who lacks imagination, to intuitively understand the shock of the jade wedding bed.
Not to mention the marriage bed shocked Yan Yuan, even Zhang Ling herself was truly shocked when she heard Qi Diaozhe's introduction for the first time.
Regardless of the ultimate value of the wedding bed, judging from the design sketches at the time, the materials used in the wedding bed are shocking enough.
What is even more shocking is that the exquisite designs on each material require relevant top masters to carve them.
For a bed, at least seven or eight top jade carving masters are invited to personally perform the work.
Just thinking about this idea feels like a dream.
Not to mention actually putting it into action.
So Zhang Ling never dared to think that anyone would be willing to make such a bed for her.
I finished the sketch of the jade bed in front of Yan Yuan.
She herself suddenly understood that Qi Diaozhe was just trying to make her happy.
So it is said that this is a dream that cannot be fulfilled at all.
It was also because of this sketch that she began to want to forget Qi Diaozhe.
Clear quality.
In her sleep, she vaguely heard Li Xiang's voice greeting her father good morning.
She thought she heard wrong!
Unexpectedly, there was an urgent knock on the door.
It was her father at the door calling her to get up quickly.
She was said to be asking her to help Li Xiang, who was making breakfast.
When she heard the name "Li Xiang", she sat on the bed and looked at the door and shouted:
"who?"
I heard my father clearly say that familiar name again.
Zhang Ling rushed to the door without calmness, opened the door and looked at her father and said eagerly:
"Dad, you shouldn't have kept Li Xiang overnight last night, right?"
Her father nodded calmly, and Li Xiang suddenly appeared behind him wearing an apron. He looked at her with a smile and explained:
"That's right! Last night, my uncle wanted to have a deep discussion about life and ideals with me. So he strongly asked me to sleep with him. As a junior, I can't refuse..."
"Dad, you actually broke the rules you set by letting a man who is not a blood relation stay at home overnight. Oh my god, are you still my biological father?"
The father rubbed his ears calmly, looked at Zhang Ling who was almost roaring and said:
"We haven't seen each other for a few days, and my daughter is really promising. She dares to yell at me in front of me. Is this how I usually teach you?"
"No..." Zhang Ling pointed at Li Xiang and tried to explain, "It's him..." She suddenly felt that what she said might hurt Li Xiang, so she swallowed it back. But she still wanted to defend her behavior and said, "But
Dad, you..."
At this time, her father was very unhappy and interrupted Zhang Ling’s defense:
"Stop talking! I know what you want to say?"
Zhang Ling muttered reluctantly.
"It's good that you know! I'm just worried that you forgot."
"What did you say?"
Zhang Ling quickly explained with a smile:
"I was just talking, Dad, please continue talking. My daughter, I am listening."
It's not that his father didn't really hear Zhang Ling's muttering, he just wanted Zhang Ling's attitude.
So he continued to say to Zhang Ling:
"Ling'er, my father is not an unenlightened person. I know that the rules I set for you before were too strict."
After Zhang Ling heard this, she looked at her father as if her eyes were about to pop out.
She felt that if Yan Yuan heard these words, he would definitely suspect that she was hallucinating.
Because it sounds like a hallucination to her.
But he was her father after all, and it was hard for her to say anything in reply.
I could only continue to listen quietly.
"A good man like Li Xiang can stay the night whenever his father is at home."
At this time, Zhang Ling subconsciously looked at Li Xiang behind her father and smiled.
As if to express that she expected this outcome to happen.
However, she still wants to know what the two men exchanged last night?
As a result, his father would have such a high opinion of him.
Li Xiang is a good man!
You must know that for my father, any man who tried to get close to Zhang Ling was not a good bird.
Especially her first love Qi Diaozhe.
Because not only did Qi Diaozhe affect her studies, but she also felt depressed for a long time after driving Qi Diaozhe away.
This period was also the most worrying for my father.
Seeing the smiles of the two people looking at each other, the father may have realized that what he just said was a bit vague, so he could only solemnly emphasize:
"Sleep with me!"
After my father finished speaking, he vaguely felt that there was something wrong with using these three words here.
But for a moment I didn’t think about what the problem was?
"Oh (ok)." They both replied at the same time.
There was a smile in Li Xiang's eyes, and it felt like they were just short of the actual status of the red book.
After listening to her father's words, Zhang Ling's eyes unconsciously flashed with disappointment.
Her father seemed to see her little thoughts, raised his hand and flicked her forehead and continued:
"Hey, what are you waiting for? Quickly clean up and go help Li Xiang cook."
Now it seems that Li Xiang communicated with his father all night and has completely captured his heart.
Even if Li wants to show that he can handle breakfast alone.
But her father still insisted that Zhang Ling go to the kitchen to help immediately.
So this is deliberately creating an opportunity for them to be alone.
After his father stuffed Zhang Ling into the kitchen, he used the excuse that he was old and had not slept well last night, so he wanted to go back to bed to catch up on some sleep.
The two people's eyes met for the first time after their father left, and they immediately looked away in great embarrassment.
Li Xiang held a steel knife in his hand, and for a moment he didn't know whether to continue cutting the cucumber or put it on the chopping board.
And Zhang Ling kept hinting to herself.
She said that this was her home and her kitchen, so there was no need for her to feel embarrassed or uncomfortable.
But the more she hinted, the hotter and rosier her embarrassed face became.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The kitchen fell into a deathly silence for a while.
But the air seemed to be filled with an inexplicable smell of sweetness and happiness.
They could clearly hear the sound of porridge bubbling in the pot.
The frequency of this sound is actually the same as their heartbeat frequency.
Their brains almost stopped functioning in this comfortable atmosphere.
Li Xiang, who was also feeling hot, finally broke the current atmosphere and said:
"It's hot! It's so hot! Do you feel the heat too? Otherwise, I'll open the window."
She continued to avoid his eyes, looked out the window and nodded "Yeah".
The moment the window was opened, a ray of red light in the morning instantly imprinted on her rosy face.
A gust of comfortable wind blew against my cheeks, and my dizzy head instantly sobered up a lot.
Her eyes, which are good at discovering beauty, looked at the red sun on the horizon and said:
“I haven’t seen such a beautiful red color for a long time. It’s so beautiful!”
Li Xiang, however, kept looking at her rosy face and said:
"Yes! Such a beautiful red is indeed beautiful. It's like you and I are in a warm wedding scene full of love. I just want to be intoxicated in this rare happiness."
Zhang Ling obviously heard the strong hint of these words.
"Yes! I just don't know if the bride and groom will be this heaven and earth, or all things in heaven and earth?"
As soon as she finished speaking, she saw Li Xiang's fiery eyes.
This time he didn't deliberately avoid it, but deliberately showed a hint of fierceness, trying to stop him from looking at it.
Not only was he not frightened by her, but he also said with determination in his hot eyes:
"I think you should know."
Just when she was about to retort, he saw that the fire was a bit too strong and the rice porridge soup was about to overthrow the transparent pot lid.
In desperation, he reached out and touched the hot steam coming out of the vent hole in the pot lid.
He screamed because of the heat and continued to take off the lid of the pot.
"Hey, why don't you know to be more careful? You're so stupid. Wait a minute, I'll go find burn ointment for you."
Zhang Ling immediately stepped forward and grabbed his wrist, took a look at the red skin, and scolded him harshly, but she was about to walk out of the kitchen.
"No, no! I have rough skin and thick flesh. I just need to rinse the burned area with tap water for a while and it will be fine. There is no need for any burn cream at all."
Before she finished speaking, Zhang Ling had completely disappeared from the kitchen.
During this period, he turned on the faucet and poured water on his injured hand. He still held a spoon in one hand and stirred it to see if the rice porridge was ready.
He thought his words stopped her in her tracks.
He also smiled and praised to himself that the rice porridge he cooked today was very good.
He also introduced to Zhang Ling what he planned to eat for breakfast today.
Needless to say, most of them are Zhang Ling’s favorite foods.
After talking for a while, he didn't get any response, and then he realized the problem.
But when he looked back at him, Zhang Ling just walked over with burn ointment in her hand.
"No ink stains! Stretch your hand over quickly and I'll apply the medicine to you. Don't be afraid. It won't hurt when you apply the medicine. It will also feel cold and comfortable."
He didn't speak, his body was uncontrollable, like an obedient primary school student, moving according to the teacher's instructions.
Her movements were very gentle. When applying the medicine evenly, she also gently blew on the burned area.
In addition, when the medicine acts on the burned area, there is indeed a slight cooling feeling.
But he could clearly feel a warmth coming towards him.
My body enjoys this warm feeling, a bit like a baby being held in its mother's arms.
Warmth, safety and happiness.
His brain also shut down, trying to permanently retain the scene in front of him.
So much so that after she applied the medicine and said "Okay" to him many times, he still looked at her dreamingly without any reaction.
When she didn't get a timely response from him, she was as angry as a child and stepped on his foot hard to wake him up from the obsessed state just now.
Suddenly, my father's voice came from the door.
"Zhang Ling, what are you doing?"
Only then did she realize that her father had seen the act of stepping on her feet.
"No, Dad, please listen to my explanation..."
The father stepped forward, pulled Zhang Ling behind him, grabbed Li Xiang's hands with a look of shame, and said:
"Li Xiang, I spoiled this child Zhang Ling. Are you okay?"
Zhang Ling pouted and stamped her feet angrily:
"Dad, you have gone too far! Am I still your daughter? Why don't you listen to my explanation?"
Li Xiang knew Zhang Ling's grievance and quickly explained:
"Uncle, you really misunderstood Zhang Ling. It's my fault. It's all my fault. I accidentally burned myself just now. Ling'er was giving me medicine just now."
Zhang Ling nodded "Yeah" at her father and also cursed:
Li Xiang, you still have a conscience!
"Apply medicine?" His father obviously didn't believe what he said. He looked back at Zhang Ling and continued, "Apply medicine, just apply medicine. Why did I see her feet were all on your insteps? Li Xiang, don't be afraid, said
To be honest, I will definitely make the decision for you."
"Dad! You are not mistaken. I am your biological daughter." Zhang Ling looked at her father with a questioning look on her face and reminded her again.
The father deliberately ignored Zhang Ling's question and looked forward to Li Xiang's response.
Although these words are questioning and reminding my father.
But Li Xiang felt even more uncomfortable after hearing this.
To him, her being wronged meant that he was being wronged.
So he had to stand up and say some fair words for her.
"Uncle, I'm telling the truth. It's true that I stamp on my feet. But please believe that we are just joking. Don't worry, my feet don't hurt!"
Does it really not hurt to put yourself in someone else’s shoes?
At that moment, the muscles on his face were deformed and twitching irregularly. If he hadn't seen his father suddenly appear at the door of the kitchen, the sparkle in his eyes would have burst out like a dam.
His foot that was stepped on obviously touched the ground lightly without any effort.
In order to maintain the balance of the body and not fall down, one hand was always holding on to the stove table next to it.
The disordered breath caused by pain, even if it has been deliberately restrained.
But she could still feel that it really hurt!
Therefore, my father remained absolutely skeptical of Li Xiang's words.
"It doesn't hurt?"
To be honest, even Zhang Ling was suspicious when she heard Li Xiang's words.
In order to convince his father, Li Xiang endured the pain in his instep, took the initiative to hug Zhang Ling into his arms, and said with a smile:
"Look, do I look like I'm in pain now?"
Zhang Ling resisted at first and tried to break free, but then she heard Li Xiang whispering concern in her ear.
She finally made up her mind and chose to enjoy the warmth brought by his embrace.
Or maybe it's because you subconsciously chose to accept his hug.
After listening to Li Xiang's explanation, Zhang Ling felt like she had a lump in her throat, and at the same time a sadness softened her bones and body from the inside out.
She began to regret her behavior of stepping on her feet just now.
She feels like an ungrateful devil.
He could always think of her wholeheartedly.
And she always chooses to hurt him, intentionally or unintentionally.
There is no love in this world that is endless and always giving.
If you are just greedy and want to enjoy the hard-won happiness.
Then disaster and misfortune will be waiting for close contact with you on the road ahead.
We must know that happiness does not have the contrast of misfortune. Even if people are in a happy environment every day, they still will not feel the slightest happiness.
Or maybe the fact that Li Xiang was taking so much care of her recently made her almost forget the feeling of misfortune.
Her father's return allowed her to regain her unfortunate normalcy.
That's why she realized at this moment that the feeling of being cared for and protected by Li Xiang was happiness.
"Li Xiang, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have stepped on you on purpose just now."
She finally chose to give up and continue to explain the so-called reasons to her father.
"Ling'er!" Her father looked at her with a smile and said.
You know, sometimes loved ones don’t need so many explanations.
Often a name, a look, and an action can resolve all so-called conflicts and misunderstandings.
So Zhang Ling also looked at her father with a smile.
It was as if she was silently saying that she finally understood her father's good intentions.