A happy life

"Going to the Soup and Fire" / Call me Meow

Since the day he was discharged from the hospital, Chen Ziang has been living in Yao Qian's home. She took care of him, and he took it for granted, as if it were natural.

Chen Ziang can already walk slowly on crutches alone, and he will suddenly appear at the door of the kitchen when Yao Qian is cooking, admiring her cooking like admiring a work of art.

Every inch of tenderness in her gestures was contained in his silent and affectionate eyes.

Yao Qian raised her hand to pick up the broken hair on the side of her face behind her ear, found him with a gentle glance, and turned to smile at him: "Are you hungry?" You go watch TV for a while, and you'll be ready to eat soon. ”

He shook his head and looked at her with a smile, "It's okay, is there anything I need help with?" ”

"No, there's a mess here." Yao Qian glanced at his smiling face, lowered his head to clean up the garbage sorted out, suddenly raised his eyes to look at him as if he remembered something, and finally moved his eyes to his legs, frowned and said, "The ground is slippery, you be careful."

She had just washed the kitchen counter when the floor was covered with water and she had not yet had time to wipe it clean.

The way she worries about him is very heartwarming. He tightened his clenched crutches, shook his head stubbornly, and said, "I'm not going in, I'll just stand here for a while." ”

Yao Qian couldn't resist him, so she went with him. When she boiled the bone broth, Chen Ziang was still standing at the door, as long as she turned around, she saw a warm smile on his face, faint, very comfortable. Yao Qian wiped her hands and walked over, "Why are you still standing here?" Tired? ”

"Not tired." He shook his head.

She went to help him, and he gladly accepted her help, and the two of them returned to the living room together. She sat him on the couch, turned on the TV for him, and poured him a glass of warm water.

He took the cup with a smile, took a sip, and then said softly: "Coriander, don't treat me as a child." It makes me feel like I'm worthless, I'm just inconvenient to walk. ”

He had a steel plate and eight nails attached to his left leg, and she couldn't help but feel distressed just thinking about it. She put the remote control in his hand, "With me, you'll have to listen to me." ”

She got up with a smile, her slender fingers covering his mouth as he wanted to open, "Don't argue." ”

He frowned helplessly, but reluctantly accepted, and sat and watched her walk into the kitchen.

Yao Qian returned to the kitchen, thinking about Chen Ziang's dull face, and turned around and said to him, "Zigui is about to wake up, you go and take a look." ”

The originally bitter face suddenly eased up, he raised the corners of his mouth, and slowly replied, "Okay." ”

After dinner, Yao Qian took Zigui to wash up, and the two sat together to watch TV. Chen Ziang works in the study, and he has some emails that need to be answered immediately every day, and there are some more urgent documents that need to be dealt with in time. When he came out, he heard the crisp laughter of mother and daughter in the living room.

He stood not far behind them, quietly watching their backs. There was a domestic cartoon on the TV that he couldn't understand, and both of them watched it with relish. In front of them, there was cut fruit on the table, and Yao Qian picked up a piece from time to time, fed Zigui a bite and then ate it herself.

Under the bright light, warmth permeated the entire living room, wrapping him tightly inside. He slowly stepped forward, sat down beside them, and asked softly in a deep voice, "Is it pretty?" ”

"It's good-looking, uncle, haven't you seen it?" The first to answer him was Zigui, who was sitting next to him, with a crisp children's voice.

"No, Uncle doesn't usually look at that." Chen Ziang replied honestly, turned his head to look at the TV screen a few more times, and his brows tightened more and more.

Zigui stared at him incredulously with wide eyes, "Our kindergarten children like to watch this cartoon, and my mother likes it too." Uncle, what do you usually watch? ”

"I..." Chen Ziang paused, raised her eyes to look at Yao Qian, she had already gone to the kitchen to make milk for Zigui, and did not pay attention to this.

He pursed the corners of his lips, "Uncle usually reads more newspapers. ”

"Newspapers?" Zigui nodded as if he didn't understand, and suddenly turned to Yao Qian who came out of the kitchen and said, "Mom, don't you also like to read newspapers?" ”

"Huh?" Yao Qian didn't quite know what they were talking about.

Zigui glanced at the two adults who didn't know why, squeezed out of the sofa, and ran towards his mother's room with bare feet.

When Zigui came out again, she already had an extra newspaper in her hand, and she raised it in the air and said to them, "No, Mom also likes to read newspapers." ”

Yao Qian was obviously stunned, and when she reacted, Chen Ziang had already taken the newspaper in Zigui's hand. He sat in a corner of the couch and looked intently at the newspaper in his hand.

"Don't look." She stepped forward to block it, reaching out in front of his line of sight.

And he had already curled the corners of his lips, and looked at her with bright eyes, "Aoqian, I've finished reading it." ”

She bit her lower lip, took Zigui's hand, and walked to the bedroom, "Zigui should be sleepy, mom will take you to sleep." ”

"Mom, I don't..." Zigui's last protest disappeared behind the door of the room, and Chen Ziang in the living room had a smile on his face like a spring breeze.

Zigui fell asleep, Yao Qian returned to the living room nervously, Chen Ziang was no longer seen on the sofa, and only the newspaper was left in the place where he had just sit.

Yao Qian walked over, picked up the newspaper, and flipped through it. Every newspaper has a different news content, but it has the same person. In the past few years since the breakup, she has been deliberately not paying attention to his news. After Wang Xianqian unexpectedly showed her a newspaper about him, she began to secretly collect news about him in the past few months.

Zigui only took out a part of it, and many of it was old news from the past, which dates back to two years ago, and she also found it on the Internet and in major newspapers and magazines.

I don't know how Chen Ziang will feel when he sees this. When Yao Qianwu was stunned spontaneously, her body was gently hugged from behind, the familiar fragrance permeated her nose, and a man's deep voice sounded in her ears, he was calling her: "Aqian." ”

"Hmm." His hands folded around her waist, and she covered her own hands over his.

"When did it start?" He asked her, his chest trembling slightly.

She thought for a moment and replied, "When you and Wang Xianqian cooperated. ”

"Oh." He answered, a little disappointed in his tone.

Then he said to himself, "I thought you had been doing it for a long time. ”

Her heart froze, pinching his slender fingers, "I... I'm sorry, but I wanted to forget about you before, so I've been deliberately avoiding things about you. It wasn't until you reappeared in front of me and so much had happened that I knew I had been running away all along. ”

The strength of her hand increased, and his fingers hurt a little. Sensing the change in her mood, he hurriedly whispered, "Coriander, don't say sorry to me." You're not wrong, you're just not brave enough. ”

"Really?" She asked him, and she was asking herself.

"Hmm." He nodded, very sincerely.

As he answered, both of them closed their eyes in tacit agreement and stopped talking.

"Chen Ziang." After a long time, she called him instead.

He buried his head in her neck, rubbed his blue chin against her white skin, and said in a nasal voice, "I'm here." ”

"You said in an interview that you like paintings because someone likes them, is this person me?" Her voice was low, as if she was only speaking to him, gentle and gentle.

"Yes." Answer without hesitation.

Hearing his affirmative answer, she suddenly reached out and pushed him away, took a few steps forward, and sat alone on the couch with her back to him. He didn't speak, just sat quietly like that.

Chen Ziang glanced at her, walked in front of her, let go of his crutches, and slowly sat down opposite her. When she turned her head away, she gently reached out and turned her face to herself, "Coriander, what's wrong?" Why are you unhappy all of a sudden? ”

She continued to turn her head away from him.

He put away the smile on his lips and gently stroked her face, "Did I say something wrong?" ”

She didn't speak, but she already looked at him.

"Coriander, don't stop talking, tell me if you're unhappy." Chen Ziang said.

She was moved by him again, wrapped her hands around his neck, hugged him tightly, and said aggrievedly: "Chen Ziang, in that interview, you finally said that you didn't like me anymore." ”

Chen Ziang was stunned for a moment, pondered for a while, and suddenly laughed. The gloom on his face was swept away, and he hugged her back and hugged her tightly in his arms, "She asked me, are you the one I like?" I said, no. ”

Yes, that's what it says in that report.

"Coriander, are you sad about this?" He smiled softly, unusually charmingly.

Yao Qian didn't answer him, but he said to himself: "But, I love you." ”

His feelings for her are not expressed in a simple word as 'like'. He loves her, and he can't blurt it out at will, it is a relationship that has been baptized by the years and changed by the world.

He held her face and kissed her on the red lips, "This feeling, you should understand." ”

Yes, she understands, it is because she understands that she feels distressed at the moment.

She responded to his kiss, in the light, in the light of his passion and his heat. They kissed inseparably, and finally, they sat together, Yao Qian rested her head gently on his shoulder, and fell into a deep sleep.

His hand gently took her, listening to her breathing, looking at the clear night sky outside the window, and curling the corners of his lips. 166 Reading Network