There was always a little tear in Yun Qiao's eyes.
When they first met, the most familiar embrace was as if he and she were instinctively following each other's wishes, and they had a hearty love affair.
After they separated, the strange feeling filled Yun Qiao again, and she felt both satisfied and empty.
Especially since he doesn't speak.
She didn't want to delve into the reason, but just arranged everything without authorization.
Put him into a bathrobe and lay out dinner.
She handed him the chopsticks: "Can you use them?"
He hesitantly reached out and took it.
Her skin is white, even whiter than Yun Qiao's, like white jade; her fingers are long and even, still as beautiful as ever.
He didn't move.
Yun Qiao started eating to divert his attention and stabilize his emotions.
After she had eaten several times, Xi Lanting took off her chopsticks.
Yun Qiao realized later that he was imitating.
Apart from his instinct to possess her, he seemed to be new to everything and needed to learn.
Maybe, he doesn't even know how to speak.
It is very possible that he can understand, and his memory should not be completely lost, but a hundred years of sleep has caused him to lose the ability to express himself, and he cannot speak easily and freely.
Yun Qiao can talk more and let him learn.
There were four dishes and one soup for dinner. He tasted everything and then put down his chopsticks.
Yun Qiao asked: "Don't like to eat?
Then let's go to the cafeteria downstairs tomorrow and you can try what you like."
She quickly ate it herself.
Then he handed the rice to him, "Let's see if you like it."
Xi Lanting took it, took a bite, savored it carefully, then tasted two more bites, and then finished the bowl of rice slowly.
Yun Qiao understood: the oil and salt seasonings in the dishes made him a little uncomfortable. He just wanted the most original taste.
The soup was very light, so Yun Qiao served it to him again.
He only took two sips.
Yun Qiao cleaned up, then took his hand and asked him to sit in the bathtub.
She turned on her phone and found videos of haircuts, especially head-shaving videos: "I want to give you a haircut. Nowadays, men have short hair.
Look, don't be afraid."
He took it.
The haircut process went smoothly. He remained silent and allowed Yun Qiao to fiddle with it.
Yun Qiao knows how to cut hair. She cut the hair of soldiers and military doctors when she was in the battlefield. She also cut the hair of Xi Yan. She then took care of Xu Yinjie and Zhu Yucheng before they died, and also did haircuts for them.
She even cuts the popular hairstyle, which is a slightly longer side parting.
All the long and thick hair fell to the ground. Yun Qiao gave him a refreshing and simple hairstyle, rinsed his hair and washed it again.
He didn't move when it was drying.
Just stare at her.
After Yun Qiao finished it, he suddenly came over and gently pecked her lips.
Yun Qiao laughed.
She also pecked him on the lips: "You're welcome."
He looked at her quietly.
Communicating with her with eyes, observing her, thinking about her, even when I can't remember anything or can't speak, I want to have her.
Yun Qiao also wanted to cry for no reason.
As if she couldn't control herself, she burst into tears again.
His eyes washed by tears became brighter and more charming. He seemed to have seen it countless times and couldn't help but say, "Qing Qing."
Yun Qiao looked at him in shock.
He kissed her lips.
The two of them rolled onto the carpet, and he untied her clothes and slowly explored her.
Looking for a sense of familiarity little by little, the words were on the tip of my tongue, almost instinctively, "Qiaoer."
Yun Qiao: "Lanting, Lanting!"
She begged him.
Later, the two fell asleep hugging each other.
Yun Qiao had a dream.
The dream was that in the early autumn of that year, the two of them went for a walk on the field ridge and encountered an osmanthus tree. Yun Qiao insisted on going up to the tree to pick osmanthus flowers, and also touched a few bird eggs for Xi Lanting.
Later, during the kiss, the bird's egg was crushed. She teased him and said, "...You also smell like this."
She kept laughing in the dream.
When he woke up, Yun Qiao was a little tired and his body was sore and swollen.
There was no one on the pillow. She was startled, her breathing was ragged, and she jumped up from the bed.