The plot in the book has slowly come to this point, and Liuyue has already broken out in a cold sweat, the male protagonist in the book will not really die, otherwise how could this be......

The hands were still clasped together, and the temperature of the shovel officer's palms was still the same as before, dry and warm, and it was very reassuring to be held by him.

It would be nice if I could live like this forever, but no one in this world is the fairy or demon in the story, and there will always be a day when I will grow old.

Outstanding looks will slowly age over time, many unsightly age spots will develop on the face, the skin will become saggy, teeth will begin to loosen, and the figure may quickly lose shape.

Big-bellied, drooping old.

At that time, it will really be like in all fairy tales, holding the hand of the son, growing old with the son, from green silk to white hair, do I love you as before?

Liuyue sighed, I don't know when she started, her whole person became emotional, maybe she cherished this relationship too much, or maybe she could clearly feel that she couldn't keep up with the footsteps of the shovel officer.

Is it that two people fall in love when they are almost the same, and then slowly widen the gap, and the person who falls behind will slowly become timid, suffering from gains and losses.

I'm afraid that one day he will suddenly turn around and say to her, Liuyue, you can't keep up with me.

Look at her, she is more beautiful than you, better than you, sometimes more understanding than you, she is better than you everywhere, we are people of the same world.

Liuyue bit her lip white.

It's like picking up an ordinary-looking shell on the beach, with a lot of sand and dust sticking to it, and you're still happy.

Until the ordinary shell is carefully washed, it gives off a beautiful color in the sun, and it becomes dazzling and bright, and everyone who has seen it will marvel at the beauty of its grain.

It's the shell that's shoveling.

The more dazzling and likable he became, the happier she was, he had endured many hardships before, and finally had the day when he would be remembered.

The crazy local tyrant fan can even name a newly discovered planet after him, but she can only serve a newly baked fluffy bread after his busy day's work.

He can't get fat, there is no jam and cheese in the bread, no meat floss, just a hint of raw sweetness.

Of course, it doesn't look as beautiful as the one in the bakery, and maybe it doesn't taste very good, but it's a product that is rare to get hold of after countless failures.

Liuyue knew she was clumsy.

The shoveler doesn't always have time to come back, he is very busy, so busy that he doesn't have time to eat and sleep seriously, and he is so busy that his stomach hurts and he has a terrible little problem.

But she still prepares bread every day, and her skills are improving little by little, and the appearance and taste of the bread may have improved a little, and the shoveler will tell her the same as before, it tastes so good.

It's rare to have the opportunity to read a book on the sofa with him today, and there are always endless announcements and endless scenes to follow him.

That's a good thing.

But shoveling is very tiring, and sometimes it can be injured.

Because of the nature of their work, they are rarely able to stay in one place for a long time.

Liuyue looked at the novel in the hand of the shoveler, and changed to a comfortable position to nest in his arms, okay, now read the story first.

[I sighed and wanted to go out to find him.]

I was about to go out when I saw a person hurrying towards me, and I couldn't help but be happy that he was back.

He came running from the sun, as gentle and beautiful as when he first saw him.

I tried to run out and jump on top of him, but he yelled at me and told me not to move.

I was a little confused and kept asking him what was wrong.

I wanted to ask him where he had been last night, but I didn't ask if he wanted to tell me, and he would tell me later.

Instead of answering me, he reached out and pinched my shoulder hard, looking at me with a strange expression.

His strength was so strong that my shoulder hurt a lot when he pinched it.

I looked up at him, but I noticed that he seemed to have lost a lot of weight lately, and his face was as pale as paper, and even the cheekbones on his face were somewhat obvious.

His eyebrows were full of worry and fear that I had never seen before, and the strength of his hands was not severe, and I finally hissed in pain.

He had never been so rude, and my shoulder was pinched by him, and perhaps it was the look on my face that he took the strength of his hand.

He looked me up and down and let me go.

From that day on, he became even stranger.

He started to control me, he locked the house firmly and wouldn't let me go out.

He also fiercely drove Xiao Hei outside the house to prevent him from entering, I had never seen him so fierce, and that sharp and unquestionable look made me feel very strange.

Xiao Hei kept screaming outside, whining, sounding pitiful. I wanted to speak for Blackie, but seeing the ugly expression on his face, I swallowed back what I wanted to say.

As if he had gone mad, he set up a ladder and removed all the lights from the house, put the lamps in a large box, and threw the box out of the window.

After dismantling the lamp, he took a hammer and smashed all the mirrors in the house, even my favorite makeup mirror.

He struck hard, and the fragments of the mirror splashed up and cut through his face, and blood immediately spilled from a bloody wound that was neither deep nor shallow, but he didn't even realize it.

I was terrified, he had never been so hysterical as he was now, he had always been mild-mannered.

Although I trembled with fear, I dared to walk towards him at the thought of him being the person I loved the most.

He's sick, but I'm still willing to love him.

I put my hand around his waist and rested my head on his back, hoping it would calm him down.

This is the first time I have taken the initiative to hug him, and he has always taken the initiative to hug me in the past. I felt his body tremble visibly, then stand up straight again.

He's really lost a lot of weight lately, and he feels a little awkward when he hugs him hard.

I don't know how long it took, but he broke my hand and walked to the window with his toolbox in his hand.

I stood nervously to the side and watched as he took a bag of nails and a thick black cloth and nailed all the windows in the house one by one.

I didn't dare to speak, the sound of the hammer hitting the nail was eerie in the air.

I couldn't help but shudder.

When he nailed the last window of the house, the whole house went dark, as if the older generation had said that when it was dark when he was a child, the whole village fell into darkness.

It was a bad feeling of darkness, and although I didn't like to face the sun that accelerated my aging, I also didn't like the darkness where I couldn't see my fingers.

To be more precise, I was so afraid of the dark that I usually had to leave a night light when I went to bed at night.

I watched his unusual behavior, and thought of the murder of his wife in a detective novel, and my heart unconsciously became afraid, and I could even feel my shoulders shaking incessantly.

Everyone fears death, and I am no exception, but I am more afraid of his silence than the oppressive suffocation and fear.

If he really wanted to kill me, I wouldn't have resisted, who made me love him so much?

It's just that the thought of being killed by the person you love the most is a little sad, and I've written so many happy endings, but I ended up like this.

In the darkness I could faintly see him take something out of the bag, and then I heard a jumble of noises, like the sound of metal crashing.

I closed my eyes in fear and trembled uncontrollably.

I love him, and if he wants me to go down to earth with him, maybe I'll go down too, and I know there's a disease called Stockholm, where the victim falls in love with the abuser, and it sounds like the funniest joke in the world.

I didn't have that disease, he didn't hit me, I just knew that we loved each other, we were, we are, and we will be the same.

After a while, he still didn't come to me.

I opened my eyes in confusion, only to see that he pressed the lighter and lit a small jumping spark, which turned out to be candlelight.

He didn't know where he got so many beautiful candlesticks, and I watched him patiently light the white candles on the candlesticks one by one, and the white candles immediately jumped with unusually beautiful warm yellow flames.

After all the candles are lit, the originally dark house becomes bright, with a little eerie warmth, and it is easy to think of the vampire dinner party in the European Middle Ages.

I thought he was going to kill me, but it turned out that he had prepared a candlelight dinner, ah no, a candlelight breakfast. Really, I didn't say it in advance, it made me think wildly.

The thought of having breakfast with him in such a romantic setting made me excitedly run to the table and take a closer look at the beautiful candlesticks.

I completely forgot about the incident when he smashed the mirror just now, and all I wanted to do was play romance with him.

Maybe I was so focused that I didn't even notice his approach.

I felt a gentle tap on my back before I jerked my head up. His expression was a little strange, but I didn't care.

At least now I saw his own figure reflected in his amber eyes, the little one, jumping in and out of his eyes with the warm yellow candle flame of the stars.

I excitedly asked him where he got so many beautiful candlesticks, how I hadn't seen them before, and if I could be so romantic in the future......

He laughed a little and said how can I answer you asking so many questions at once?

I thought about it, so I said you can answer them one by one, and I'll just stand here and listen. 】

Seeing the last few words on the yellowed page, Gao Chen shuddered for a moment, and slowly turned to the next page.

The first person used in this story always makes him feel as if things are happening right in front of him, the irritable and weird husband, and the wife who vaguely guesses the truth of the matter......