The snow in winter was very presumptuous, and it only stopped for a few days, and before the snow had melted, it began to fall again. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info【Book by】

This morning, Hanyu woke up, really woke up.

Her eyes were clear, her face was still pale, but she could sit up with his support.

He was afraid that she would be cold, so he carefully protected her with his arms.

"It's snowing again?" she looked out the window, her expression a little sad.

She was in a bad mood and there was no sparkle in her eyes, as if because of the loss of her child.

He fed her medicine and replied softly, "Well, you just woke up." ”

She didn't drink the medicine, and suddenly turned to look at him, "Kuo, do you like to sleep in the snow?"

Sleeping in the snow?

Isn't that what children do?

She asked him with such a serious look that he thought she was childlike and very cute.

He couldn't help laughing, and replied like a child, "I like it, the snow is soft, white, and as cute as you." ”

She pouted, "I'm serious. ”

"Well," he nodded seriously, "I like it a lot, I like to sweat in the summer, but in the snow, I can use my internal strength to keep out the cold, just right, so I like snow." ”

"Is it okay to keep you in the snow forever?"

"Yes, yes. He was afraid that she would be disappointed, so he replied.

"Uh," she nodded, and said in a low voice, "Uh, then it's snowy." ”

He smiled dotingly, stopped asking, and concentrated on coaxing her to take the medicine.

She no longer avoided it, and obediently drank the medicine.

After drinking the medicine, she suddenly looked up at him, "Kuo, let's go see my father." ”

Jiang Kuo frowned and said, "How can you have such a face?"

She didn't speak, but looked at him tightly, her brows furrowing tighter and tighter, and her watery eyes seemed to be in a hurry.

It looked like it was going to collapse in the next moment.

His heart contracted. Thinking of her babbling during her coma, and thinking of the fact that she had just lost her child...... At this time, the relationship is very fragile, and you must need your relatives by your side, right?

He was so distressed that he said again and again. "Don't worry, I'll take you!"

He was rarely nervous like this, and he thought it was funny.

She didn't smile, her brows gradually relaxed, and she leaned back into his arms, but she still looked like she had something on her mind.

"Do you want to leave today?" she asked.

He sighed helplessly and said, "I don't know how you're recovering." ”

She immediately looked up at him, as if accusing him of perfunctory her.

He couldn't stand such a look, and hurriedly said, "I'll let the doctor take a look later, if you are fine all day today." There's nothing wrong with the body, so we'll be on the road early tomorrow morning, okay?"

She looked at him, thought for a moment, and lay back into his arms. said, "Okay." ”

The carriage and salute were prepared by him a long time ago, business in the south has always been stable, and these days have been smooth, and there are capable people to help him, this time it will not be too long, so there is no need to prepare anything for this day.

He stayed with her, feeding her medicine and soup. Listen to her, what she was doing and thinking in her childhood and in those years without him in the Falling Rain Pavilion.

Those broken years seem to have been mended, and the wounds that once poured into the cold wind in her heart are gradually healed between her soft and sweet words. It made him feel like they had never been apart, that their hearts were together, all the time.

Make him feel like the happiest man in the world.

Sometimes he was afraid that she would be tired and wanted to persuade her to rest for a while, but she would not agree. It seems to be in a particularly good spirit, and has been pestering him to talk.

Sometimes she was tired of talking and couldn't find a topic, so she tried to ask him to tell her stories.

Story?

He doesn't tell stories, but he has experienced many stories.

He didn't know if she would like his story, but seeing her little mouth pouting dissatisfiedly, he quickly tentatively began to tell some stories he had experienced before, about how he met Yue'er, how he met Song Kai, how he had a fight in the capital, and then became famous, and then many people who were good at practicing martial arts followed him......

His story gradually became bloody, just like his life, fighting and killing......

He froze in hindsight, thinking that she must hate such stories, but when he looked down, he saw that she was listening with relish, and her two big eyes were looking at him without blinking.

"Go on," she said, "why don't you say it?"

He whispered, somewhat surprised, "Do you hate this?"

"What?"

"Don't you hate my cruelty, you hate my life of fighting and killing?"

"I ......"

She choked, remembering that four years ago she had classified him as a demon and hated him for his every brutal act.

But why doesn't he feel that disgust now? Instead, he feels immersed, worried or nervous or happy about his situation?

Why?

She pouted, and said, "How do I know? ”

The resentment and unwillingness in her unintentional expression had long since disappeared, and when he saw it, his whole heart became happy...... It seems that she has really begun to accept him, not only accepting his good side, but also beginning to tolerate the other side that she hates.

He couldn't help but bow his head and kiss her on the lips......

The girl with the lamp came in and lit the lamp, and when the two looked up, they found that it was already dark.

Two days went by so quickly.

She looked up at him, "Can we go tomorrow?"

He was silent for a while, resisting the words of trying to persuade her to rest for two more days, nodded and replied, "Well, then tomorrow, tonight will have a good rest." ”

"Yes. She lay down with his help and moved him a little bit.

He smiled and lay down, carefully hugging her, covering her eyes with his big hands.

He always liked to do this, as if it would make her sleep faster.

Sure enough, her eyelashes soon stopped moving, her eyes were quietly closed, and her breathing became calm.

He kissed her on the forehead lovingly, and slept with her clothes.

I didn't have a good rest for many days, and no matter how strong my body was, I couldn't stay up, and at this time, the stone hanging in my heart fell, and with her by my side, he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

In the dark. The man beside him opened his eyes, looked at the roof, and woke up all night.

She loves to sleep and she needs to sleep. More and more needed.

When she could no longer act, when she didn't know how to face him, she chose to close her eyes and pretend to be asleep, in order to reject him and the world.

Sometimes he can't hold on, sometimes he can't act, and sometimes he feels like he's about to be exposed, but he never found out.

Like the unconscious murmur she whispered when she was asleep, like the resentful look in her eyes that she didn't have time to disguise when she woke up, every time she thought he was going to find out. But he didn't even notice it once.

She never asked about his children, she didn't ask about Niannian, he thought she didn't know, and he didn't tell her.

But she knew it.

She was awake that day, although it was tiring to stay awake at the time. But she held on.

The trap she carefully dug for Niannian naturally had to wait to see the results.

She didn't expect this outcome, she thought she would quibble, blame, and do all kinds of things, but she never thought that she would leave so easily.

Are you satisfied with this result?

She couldn't.

For the first time in my life, I personally killed someone, this feeling...... I felt a little guilty, but when I thought of this person, it was Shen Niannian. This guilt is gone.

Do you regret it? I don't regret it.

It was almost dawn, and she turned to look at him, his hand on her waist, a satisfied smile on the corner of his mouth, and she didn't know what kind of sweet dream she had.

What was he going to take her to see?

How long will he lie to her?

She looked at this handsome and resolute face for a moment. Wanting to pounce and tear his mask, why can he pretend to be more like her, as if he never saw a flaw?

She unconsciously liked the process, but what about him? Was that joy faked?

His hands moved, trying to hold her tighter. But he frowned again, as if he was afraid of hurting her, so he closed his eyes and moved towards her.

He rubbed his head against her, rubbing like a child, and put his head in the socket of his neck, and did not move.

A very satisfied smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were closed, but he shooked his mouth, as if she was particularly tasty.

She closed her eyes and froze in place, not daring to move, for fear of waking him, but he showed no sign of waking up, and slept very soundly.

She opened her eyes and looked again, and saw him in a child-like posture, and suddenly remembered his birthday in Jiang Xinju four years ago......

When was his birth?

It seems like a few days before the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Where was he on that day this year?

It seems to be in the field, and no one in the house has heard anyone mention it, is everyone forgetting, or is he no longer a birthday?

Everyone has forgotten, Nian Nian will never forget, right? Or after Nian Nian entered the mansion, he never had another birthday?

Why?

She was thinking like this, when she suddenly felt the big hand on her waist move, she closed her eyes, held her breath, felt his big hand pull the quilt for her, touched her face, and didn't move again.

She squinted cautiously and saw that he was still sleeping.

It turned out that the action just now turned out to be an unconscious action in sleep...... He's used to pulling the quilt for her, right?

She closed her eyes and felt a little moved.

After a long time, the people around me finally moved.

He seemed to look at her for a moment, then gently kissed her on the cheek, and then pulled away and climbed off the bed.

For such a heavy person, he didn't make a sound at all when he got out of bed.

He put the quilt on her, then kissed her on the top of the head again, and went out.

He likes to kiss her, before going to bed, and after waking up, sometimes once, sometimes twice, but very lightly, if she is sleeping, she will never be woken up, she is used to it.

She didn't know that a smile appeared on her lips when she thought about it.

Fortunately, there was no one in the house at this time.

ps：

Tsk,Golden Week is coming.,Even now I'm starting to get excited.,Ahhhh