Chapter 3: Woe (3)
The boy slowly got up
The slender fingers stroked the mulberry paper, leaving a picture
Outside the window, the light laughter by the stream attracted him
A maiden by the stream
Look into the eyes that look through the study
......
Limbe and I didn't communicate much along the way until we went downstairs.
"Actually...... My first impression of you was really bad, alas. She said suddenly
I'm a little overwhelmed, and anyone would be overwhelmed by such things to their faces......
"But, next time I'll have to treat you to dinner. Stop sneaking to the checkout! With that, Limbe ran upstairs.
Watching Lin Bei's figure gradually disappear in front of me, I couldn't help but feel a little gloomy in my heart. With lively and vivid people, it is inevitable that there will be a little less loneliness, but if you are used to loneliness. Such...... It's going to be uncomfortable.
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Jingle jingle jingle ~ My phone suddenly rang, it was my mother's call.
It's been a few years since I've received a call from her......
"Hey, Mom. Can I help you. ”
"It's nothing...... I want to do business recently, and I will use the money in your card first, and you are short of money and tell your grandfather that you are ......"
Before I could reply, they hung up......
Speaking of which, I've forgotten that card. I used to play games well, and I have won many times in many Internet cafes, and I remember that the bonus should be played in our bank card, because I am not old, I need a guardian to supervise the card, so I use my parents'.
"Yongbei ......" into the phone that had been hung up, and then went upstairs.
Suddenly sleepy......
......
On top of the straw mat, my whole body was sore.
In front of her, she is still so moving. But compared to the past, it seems more mature and gentle......
"Yuanlang, it's been a long time......" she sat on the side, her demeanor dignified and elegant.
I tried to get up, but the aches and pains made it difficult for me to move, and I couldn't even make a sound.
She wrung out the hot water and put a handkerchief with a phoenix tail on my head.
Over and over again......
I sat up slightly, leaned against the edge of the bed, and turned my head to look at the petite busy figure in the kitchen. I can still feel the hot sting on my body......
Marks from whips, and slashes from swords......
I don't know what this body has been through, but the sting makes me feel like I'm not dreaming.
Half an hour later, I saw her cautiously carrying a bowl of rice porridge in front of my eyes. "Yuanlang, try the porridge made by the slave family~" The voice was so comfortable, and the stinging pain on his body was reduced a little.
She sat next to me and fed the rice porridge into my mouth spoonful by spoonful.
I subconsciously stepped back, not because the rice porridge tasted bad. But to be afraid...... Every time I dream of her like this, every time I am about to touch her, I suddenly wake up...... I'm afraid that if I touch her, will I still disappear like before.....
"Don't worry about Yuanlang. The slave family will not disappear......" She smiled, the tenderness between her eyebrows and eyes stimulated my heart, but she said this made my mind unable to calm down.
"Yuanlang, please don't be too obsessed with this, although the slave family will be very happy in this way......" Her eyes were full of tenderness, and her eyes were facing each other, and she became clearer in my mind, but there was more inexplicable bitterness in my heart.
Outside the house, the sound of horses' hooves rumbling seemed to surround the thatched hut.
"Yuanlang!"
There was something wrong with her expression, and she hurriedly threw down the porridge in her hand, and covered my eyes with her free hand instantly......
......
The darkness in front of me slowly faded...... The alarm clock next to him kept ticking and ticking, showing the time of 15:14.
My eyes were bloodshot and my face was marked by water.....
It's like crying......
It's just a dream.