Cold.

grabbed the quilt in his hand and dragged it to his neck to cover his face and block the sudden wind.

Hearing someone call my name in my ear, the cool air blew on my face, I hummed and shrunk into the quilt, and only then did I move my neck as if it was twisted, and it was unbearable to go straight from the back of my neck to my waist.

I tried to move again, but it still hurt, and even my hands were numb, as if there were countless small insects biting. Barely open your eyes and see the faces close at hand, close your eyes and open them again—eyebrows, eyes, nose, lips, still there.

"Yinzhen. "Whispering, tempting.

I've waited too long, I'm afraid it's an imaginary dream.

He answered and sat down beside me, his arms behind his back, helping me to sit up and lean against my chest.

The room was lit with wax, and the flames burned quietly on the table, illuminating the meals that had been laid out long ago. Looking up, a deep light flashed in the eyes of each other, and they were faintly smiling before they could catch it again.

I touched my chin to feel the real temperature, watched him lean his neck, and smiled, "Busy?"

His head was lowered, and his breath still carried a hint of coolness from the outside, which made me more awake.

"Okay, I've kept you waiting. Hungry?"

He pouted, touched his stomach, looked around, and found that it was already dark outside the window paper, and he was sitting on the soft collapse with him, and thought about it, so he was sleepy and leaned on the collapsed table to rest for a while, but he actually fell asleep, no wonder his back hurts. It wasn't a quilt in my hand, it was the cloak he had draped over me at noon, bright blue with a soft glow.

Wrapped around his neck and was carried to the table, just touching the chair, feeling that the hand under his leg was about to loosen, and he retracted his arm tighter.

There was a low smile behind my ears, and almost at the same time I sat on his lap from the chair, my back against the edge of the table through my cloak, and he pulled it to my chest.

Hot.

The room that was already warm was wrapped so tightly that my face was hot, my neck was hot, and my body was sweating, and the afternoon bath was in vain.

Pushing him some distance, his hands still resting on his chest, staring at me intently. The lines at the end of the eyes are reflected in the candlelight, which looks more and more profound and real.

Suddenly, I was close to his eyes, and the hand clenched in front of my chest jerked me closer. Pushing my neck to pull away, a cold face was squeezed into the plush warm neckline, and the itch pierced my neck and kept blowing on it.

"Bathed, very fragrant......"

The cold and hot crisp hemp was jumping everywhere, and I could smell the very light sandalwood on his body, mixed with a hint of winter's unique smell and freshness. Whether this man was young or middle-aged at this time, no matter how much he has experienced, he always gives people a clean feeling, which has remained unchanged for many years.

Straightening his waist and relaxing, he wrapped his neck closer, and heard himself chuckle in a low voice that was different from his usual voice, "You're hungry, it's the smell of rice." ”

The voice hidden in the neckline is extremely subtle, and with the blood of the nerves flowing into the body, "I am very hungry." ”

Every time I heard a word, the lips on my neck moved, until I could no longer hear the heat behind my ear, which was lighter than the low one. Move slowly and suck gently.

The black shadows cast on the ground could not distinguish each other's shapes, and they were superimposed in one place and shook slightly.

I could hear my own voice, flowing through the air from the corners of my clenched mouth, resounding softly but clearly in the room, occasionally accompanied by a shadow of his, strange and familiar.

My stomach growled, and my face became hotter and I lowered my head against his shoulder. He was laughing, his chest heaving under his palm.

"Eat. ”

Narrowing my eyes over the food and saying this, I nodded and repeated, almost biting my tongue.

The chopsticks were stuffed in my hand, and the man was still sitting on his lap, but he changed the direction and freed up his right hand, and his left hand wrapped around my waist and gently rubbed his stomach that was still rebellious.

A small bowl is held in my hand, and there is no need to reach for chopsticks to pick up the food that keeps coming in. When I look at him, I can always find a look, as if he has never left.

I made the food, so he can eat it. It's been a long time since I've done it, and he's used to eating. He was in a good mood and could see that the wine he poured into the glass was no longer just watching, pinching between his fingers and clinking glasses with me, watching me drink it all.

This kind of relationship is less eager, but there is more intimacy that has not been felt for a long time, as if time stands still, space stops, and a fleeting candlelight envelops us in the meantime.

I don't know how long I slept and when he came over, and I don't know how long this slow meal was eaten, and when I put down the dishes and chopsticks and looked at him again, I couldn't find the heat in the depths of my eyes, and it was as warm as water out of the oven. There was no scorching boiling hot, just staring, locking my gaze at a distance of inches.

The nails that were clasped on the table hurt a little, and I struggled to sit still. He was like he was in a state of mind, and his whole body was like that.

Finally, I couldn't help but burst out with a word, "Back?"

My eyes darkened, and my eyelashes didn't blink.

"You ......" Seeing that my eyebrows moved, and the tips of my eyebrows were slightly raised, I lowered my head and scratched the back of his neck on the table, "Wait, I didn't let you go, I wasn't allowed to go." ”

The voice in his ears was also hoarse, and he asked word by word, "What are you waiting for?"

"When I let you go, when you don't want to leave so much every time, when you think clearly about whether you want to go or not, wait...... When the time comes, I won't let you go. ”

"It's long past the time of the child. ”

"Really?" "Really?" he said, leaning his head against his cheek and sliding it to the corner of his lips, licking the smell of wine, "Then I can't go any further." ”

"Really?" his eyes narrowed again, his nose touched lightly, his pupils shining dark, and he couldn't see the end.

The smell of alcohol became more and more intense between breaths, and I was dizzy, and I smiled stupidly, "Anyway, you can't leave today, you have to stay with me for your birthday, and you are not allowed to go anywhere." After speaking, I hurriedly added, "Ming'er can't leave either, because Ming'er is in the first year of junior high school, and you should stay with me." ”

"Then I won't leave later. ”

Looking at the flickering light in front of me, I grabbed his shirt and nodded, still smiling and feeling drunk, "Cheng, a word is a certainty." ”

His outstretched tail finger was hooked by him, and the thumb rubbed the red gem on my ring finger, raised it to his lips and kissed it, but his eyes were fixed on me and he asked very quietly, "What about my gift?"

"I don't have anything good, it's all yours, even this yard is yours, and I'll leave it to you if I'm the only one left. If you don't give up, raise it for a few more years, anyway, I won't be able to eat much, it's not a waste, and I can help you take care of the housekeeper, and you will be less busy and come back early. Let's talk about it first, I won't leave when I come back, you have to be responsible for me. ”

The words were neat but soft, and I watched as my fingers kissed lightly between his lips, and a "very much to my liking" hot air blew on it and took his fingertips. The wet and soft tongue stretched the fingers to the palm, and turned a small circle like a fingerprint pressed there in the afternoon, kissed and bit lightly, and I opened my mouth before I could cry out and was blocked by his lips and tongue.

The kiss was very light, different from the hand that hugged me, it had no strength but was completely entangled, and it was soft and gentle wrapped in the smell of wine.

Closed his eyes and leaned on him to untie the buckle around his neck, and the red light of the candle shadow shook out of his eyes, and his hand shook and was gently held by him.

With a smile blowing on my lips, I stopped and pulled my neckline and bit on the Adam's apple, inhaling sharply between my teeth to catch the itch of my earlobe.

"You are you, no matter what I call you, you are my wife of Fujin Aixin Jueluo-Yinzhen, we have long been tied together and inseparable, and you are also responsible for me. If you want me to stay, I will stay, and if you don't say anything, I will leave, no matter how much you know what I think in my heart. ”

Separation, reunion, not without injury, but just hidden in the bottom of the heart by love, light yì is not seen. It hurts to touch both people once in a while, and no one loses half a point, but luckily we still have time.

Two people's injuries, heal each other, snuggle in the middle of the night, and experience it with heart and heart.

His eyes were so sore that he didn't dare to close them, and he tried to stare at the buckles one by one, and was suddenly picked up by him and left the table and chair.

A few steps hurriedly walked to the edge of the bed, no longer the person who sat still just now, nor the person who was stuck in his neck and licked and kissed softly, he carried me directly to the bed and pressed down to cover my whole body, and the veil shook and fell behind him, blocking a qiē.

"Yinzhen...... It's not that I don't want you to stay, you're at ease with me, even if you sit there without saying a word, it's just ...... I just ......"

His lips fell on mine and he shushed, and with his palm behind his head, he took a hairpin and rubbed his hair, "I know." ”

A thousand words can't match this moment, my eyes are him, and he reflects me in the depths of his eyes, and he wants to stop between his lips.

He knows what I think, he knows what I'm afraid of, and he accompanies him when he doesn't get close. That's the man I love, loving me the way he does.

The husband is like this, fearless and fearless.

Kiss him, get close, get closer, hate not to penetrate each other's flesh and bones, and merge into one. If that were the case, maybe the two hearts would still be beating, leaning warmly against each other, and never parting again.

My hand reached behind his waist, untied his belt and set it aside, pushed open the robe that was wide open on me, and unbuttoned my shirt behind my shoulders, my fingers shaking. His hand was always on my waist, and I knew he was watching me.

The body under his hand was so hot that the ribs he could touch were like a sting in his palm, and it hurt his heart.

When I touched my face and raised my hand to take my hat, tears welled up without warning, falling down my cheeks and behind my ears and hiding out of sight.

The candles outside the tent crackled, and the faint light of the candles came in.

Not a dream, never.

The man had lost weight, his expression was lighter and less talkative, and there was a small patch of white between his hair, like snow falling on it outside, and he was so stubborn that he refused to melt no matter how I swept it.

"Yinzhen ......"

The candle was finally extinguished, and it was dark.

I put my arms around his neck and hugged him, and he replied to me, "I'm here" and wrapped me in the crook of my arm, and put my breathless face to my ear, "I finally brought you back, but your husband is old...... Now, I can't stand it...... Sleep, right?"

I hugged him tightly around his neck, quietly wiped away my tears with my sleeve, pushed him to lie down, touched his chest and kissed him, "Not old." I loved you when you were thirteen, and even more when you were thirty, forty, and fifty...... You have changed a lot over the years, and so have I, but no matter what you have become, you are my Yinzhen, and I love you. Yinzhen, I accompanied you when you were young, Yinzhen, I will accompany you when you are old, Yinzhen, we are together. ”

I could hear my heartbeat as I knelt down on my chest, and the darkness grew clearer in the darkness as I responded with every kiss and call.