He pretended to be serious, and cautiously bowed his head and thought for a long time.

"Which yu do you say?" Jade's fire. ”

He grinned, ignoring my annoyed gaze.

"I don't have a seizure, so I want to hit someone."

I gave him a blank look, and he brought a small table by the bedside and waited for me to drink porridge.

"If you're hungry, I'm worried that you can't eat, no one cares, and there's something going on over there."

He reached out and pulled away one side of my long hair, which was obediently in his hand behind my ear, and he looked low and pleasing to the eye.

"People are greedy."

He looked at me and sighed.

"I thought you were the most important person in my life, and I wouldn't let you suffer a little grievance after following me, nothing is more important than you, but today in the face of a bunch of work, I still want to have the best of both worlds, I want both."

He looked at me solemnly, and then turned his eyes out of the window, where the blue sky was so blue that the sun pierced his eyes, and he squinted his eyes.

"I don't want to live up to both, sometimes, it's both."

I lowered my head and chewed the food in my mouth, the porridge was warm, it was glutinous and sweet, and the side dishes were refreshing, just what I wanted.

His words quickly echoed in my head, and I felt that he meant something, and there was a deep meaning in it, and I had forgotten to distinguish it.

A pun?

Quite possibly.

Fail both? Don't want to? So you want to have a showdown with one of them?

I pushed the bowl, and the porridge in the bowl rippled slightly in it a few times, and then it returned to tranquility, it was full of sunlight in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and was plated with a layer of bright silver, shining in the bowl.

"Not eating again?"

"It's full."

I touched my belly.

"The way you touch your belly is a bit like a pregnant woman."

I looked up at him playfully, and my voice was sarcastic.

"Do you want to touch it?"

He led the table aside, and the bedside table pulley rolled silently across the floor, standing silently beside him, like the most faithful waiter.

He held out his hand.

"It's not just about touching there."

I didn't raise my eyes and said casually: "Isn't it more than just being satisfied with touching only one in your life?" ”

"Talking again."

He leaned over and stared into mine.

"Am I the one who made you unconfident? Or are you not confident in yourself? Lin Daiyu is the same, she always says harsh things, and she doesn't know that words can turn into knives, piercing her heart. ”

He clenched his hand into a fist and tapped it twice at his heart.

I slid down, lay down, the quilt was pulled up to my chin, the sunlight, the heating, the thick quilt, the inside was stuffy like a stove, I quickly felt hot, so I folded the quilt to my waist again, it was still hot, so I stretched out my legs and kicked the quilt all away.

"Cover up, I'm sick. Like a child, he kicks the quilt. ”

"It's too hot." I say.

"Let's go." I said again. I shouldn't have tripped him, he shouldn't just be mine.

"I can accompany you, you are the most important."

He muttered emphasis, as if to me, and as if to himself, so that he could let himself

His heart is quiet here, regardless of all the ups and downs outside.

"Things are busy, and there is tomorrow."

I withdrew my hand: "We have tomorrow too." ”

I reached out and nudged him, "A lot of tomorrow." If the relationship between the two is long, let's go. ”

"It's not a big deal." His body was determined, but his gaze was evasive.

I can understand that if it were me, I'm afraid I would be absent-minded.

As we grow up, we will know that there is more than love in life, especially when people reach middle age. As we grow up, we will sadly find that those who originally thought that they were unforgettable, whether they love or hate, will eventually become chicken ribs, and it is inevitable that they will be suspected of holding on to their defects, otherwise they will inevitably not be able to convince themselves, and they will not be reconciled.

Life is full of tangles and absurdities.

"You don't get sick often, and when you're sick, I should be by your side."

I withdrew my hands back to my sides, and as I lifted them up into my hair, I wrestled with the myriad strands until I finally twisted them into a slipknot.

He didn't speak, the sun made him lazy, his eyes narrowed, he nodded violently, and woke up again. When he opened his eyes, he saw that I was saluting him, and he grinned, revealing a row of teeth of inexplicable color that had been smoked.

He shook his head, trying to sober himself.

"I'm a little tired."

I moved towards the bed and patted the open space around me.

He thought about it, took off his coat, took off his pants, climbed up, put his arms around me, and after a while he was snoring loudly. I think that man is really a strange animal, crying and shouting that he wants to be reincarnated into this world to be a man, but it is so hard to be a man, and the Lord himself cannot do it. Everything will eventually become something outside of the body, even if it is yellow and white. Even if it is one's own, such as one's own body, it is not up to oneself to decide, when it is happy, when it is sad, when it is high, when it is low, when it needs to take a break to adjust and maintain, human beings do not know.

He can't be his own master, but he always tries to be someone else's home. I bowed my head and retracted one of his arms, close to his chest, where there was an even more mysterious heart full of intricate vessels, which was now contracting forcefully.

You listen, knock, and again, like a piledriver, constantly jumping in your body.

Until the twilight hits, the voices of people outside gradually boil again, and the world that has been noisy for a day is like a theater that has ended, and after a short period of noise, everything will return to complete tranquility and serenity.

I didn't turn on the lights, the room was quiet and peaceful, and the twilight flooded into the room, soaking every corner.

I suddenly hallucinated, as if I had reached the end of the years, the world was desolate, all living beings were extinct, and he and I lay on the bed quietly waiting for that moment, without fear, without fear.

Thinking of this, I subconsciously grabbed one of his hands, not wanting such a subtle movement to disturb his good dreams, in the darkness his eyes lit up vividly, like two ink-colored gems, he turned over, and hugged me again, and his chin rested on the top of my head.

"Asleep, it smells so good."

He muttered to himself.

"What about you? Did you sleep for a while? Good

Not at all? ”

I grabbed one of his arms, "Wake up, wake up, this is basically the kind of life when people get old, and my back is sore." ”

He chuckled, the warm snort hit my hair, the body squirmed slightly, bringing him a more comfortable position, the encirclement of his arms around me was significantly reduced, the weight of the whole arm pressed on my chest, I felt a little difficult to breathe, I wanted to push him away, but I couldn't bear it, so the night surrounded me and him, and we curled up quietly like babies.

After a few minutes, there was movement on his side again, and the man got up, looked at me, didn't say anything, and breathed a little, but still lowered his head and kissed me on the cheek, and then kicked out of the bedroom, and after a while heard him talking in the bathroom.

I thought to myself, the place is vacated, this guy should be hungry.

Sure enough, when he entered the bedroom again, he picked up his phone and began to order takeout.

"What do you want to eat? Is porridge good? Or noodles? Forget it, I'll make it for you, I know you don't like to eat outside things, they make too many condiments inside, and we eat all day long, even if it's not gutter oil, it's all chemicals. ”

After saying this, he did not allow me to participate in the opinion, and went out alone, and after a while I heard him shouting in the kitchen, "There is no rice, and there is no oil?" Is a tomato gone? I remember......

I got up, the city lights were on, the night was getting warmer, and the curtains slowly closed in front of my eyes, closing the infinite darkness out of the window. The fireworks life that is close at hand may not be forever. People live in the moment, and it's good to live in the moment.

I told myself that I felt like I was full of power. But after walking a few steps, he couldn't help but panting, so he had to sit back on the bed, and after a while, the neatly dressed Zhang Ruolei showed most of his face from the door.

"Daughter-in-law, I'll cook and cook something for you, what do you want to eat?"

"Anything is fine, as long as you do it."

My eyes were full of affection, but I didn't say such a sensual word after all.

When he saw that I was stunned and saw that he was silent, he thought that I was unwell, so he came over and squatted down and held my hand.

"What's wrong?"

He pressed the back of one of my hands against his face, and the hard stubble on his chin was a little prickly.

"Isn't it feeling well? Fever? ”

He stretched out a hand to test the temperature on my forehead, and refused to believe his hand, and put his lips up again, still not at ease, so he went out to find a thermometer, tried it, took it down, and whispered to himself.

"It's not burning, is it uncomfortable elsewhere?"

The tone was full of doubt. I stood up, hugged him wordlessly, buried my head in his arms, the faint smell of tobacco on his body came to my nose, I didn't tell him, just now he frowned in a dream and called Xiao Han's name.

My illness is not better, it may be worse, but it is not physical, it is a heart disease.

There is no cure for my heart disease. I wept tears of grief, and he quickly became alert. Cocking my head, "What's wrong?" ”

"Nope."

I bowed my head.

"What the hell is going on?"

He asked relentlessly.

"Not really."

I pushed him away and sat down alone at the end of the bed. I don't want to quarrel with him, I don't have the strength, save some energy and feel sorry for myself.

"Aren't you going grocery shopping? Eat stinged head mixed with choy sum. ”

He shook his head like a drum, and lifted my face again, smugly.

"I'm impressed."

He kissed me on the cheek.

"Don't worry, I've been so good to you in this life."

I smiled and nodded and nudged him.

"Let's go, then."

He went out in a whirlwind, but my eyes stayed on the familiar face that had been lying on this bed at some point in the afternoon, when I deliberately pillowed into his even breath, just a little sleepy, just went all out to adjust the new sleeping position, and he was in the middle of a sweet dream, but suddenly his brows were deeply locked and called the name we all knew by heart---- Xiao Han.

The thin sunset evening shone on his side face cut his knife-like nose shadow, and the sound, like a hammer, hit my heart, startled away the sleepiness I had just brewed, and my whole person instantly fell into an ice cellar, frozen on his side, holding his breath, and did not dare to come out, both afraid and eager to hear whether he would have a follow-up.

I was thinking, if he screamed again, or touched my body by calling Xiao Han's name, how would I deal with myself?

(End of chapter)