"Daughter-in-law."

This title is also a reunion after a long absence, and my body trembles slightly.

"Call husband."

His warm lips pressed against my burning ears.

"Husband."

Those two words rolled out of my throat vaguely. but like a trumpet, and like a soldering iron, it woke up and burned his desires.

It was a primordial and mysterious power that was so intensely agitating with me and his body in the silence of the night that if you listened closely, you could even hear the blood churning in the veins of both of them.

He was the king of the siege and plundering the land.

The king said that it was the most beautiful and enchanting flower that he had ever seen in his life and that bloomed at night.

I hugged each other and slept together, and the next morning, when I opened my eyes, I let out a "whoop".

What about Zhang Ruolei? Instead, the old lady who slept in the other room last night, and the most important thing was that I was not dressed, and the old lady was grinning at me, and I don't know how long she had been looking at me like this.

I jumped off the bed like a spring, and then realized that I was naked, I covered the top and the bottom, which made the old lady on the bed laugh, and the most important thing is that Zhang Ruolei didn't know when he came in, and he happened to look at me with a smile.

He took a large towel and wrapped me in his arms and hugged me.

"My mom."

He had his head on my ear.

"When you saw that I was sleeping with you, you threw me down!"

"You ......"

As soon as I started talking, he lowered his head and kissed me on the lips, and I never had a chance to say the rest of the words.

The old lady also got up, she wore a black hollow cheongsam-style home clothes with dark flowers, particularly chic, only her hair was a little messy, but her gestures were everyone's ladies, and she came out as soon as she sat there, her waist was straightened, her neck was slender, and her chin was gently raised and slightly closed.

The old lady stretched out her hand, Zhang Ruolei handed over the hair comb, and the old lady combed it three times and twice, and a neat bun jumped behind her head, meticulous. lifted the quilt and got out of bed, she stood opposite me, looked left and right, looked carefully, I could see that I was straight hair, Zhang Ruolei gently hugged my shoulder, smiled silently, and looked at me with an embarrassed face to stand aside to be reviewed.

But after a while, she suddenly burst into laughter, slapping her hands and pulling her son away.

"Mine!"

Her deep-set eye sockets gleamed fiercely, and a crisp slap slapped me in the face. I was caught off guard, I reached out to cover my face, the towel fell again, I quickly squatted down again and picked up the towel and wrapped it around myself again, embarrassed.

Zhang Ruo came more prepared than me, he seemed to be used to this kind of scene, and hugged his mother.

A stack of voices gently coaxed her: "I'm yours, no one can snatch it away." I only love you. ”

He kissed her on the cheek, and the old lady looked up at him, and with a look of pampering and adoration, she threw herself around him. At this time, the woman downstairs came up, the woman was also surnamed Zhang, Zhang Ruolei said that she was a distant relative, had no children and no daughters, and took care of her mother for many years.

I followed Zhang Ruolei and called her Aunt Zhang.

Aunt Zhang brought the medicine and carried the water.

"I woke up well in the morning, and when I saw that you were happy, I thought I couldn't get sick."

Zhang Ruolei took the medicine, and the old lady knocked over all the medicine and water.

"Are you going to poison me? I won't let you go! I don't take pills! ”

I didn't expect that this thin old man would contain such a huge amount of energy, Zhang Yi stretched out his hand, and was broken free by her, she was more flexible, and she slapped Zhang Ruolei's ear scraper with her backhand, which was no lighter than when she attacked me. Zhang Ruolei dodged, she quickly jumped downstairs, Aunt Zhang followed closely behind, fortunately the door was closed, Zhang Ruolei and Aunt Zhang caught up and held her, the former couldn't bear to be too rough with her, so he suffered a lot.

I'm dressed and standing on the sidelines and not being able to help. Later, Zhang Ruolei had no choice but to cut the old man's hands, and Aunt Zhang magically took out a needle, and it could be seen that Aunt Zhang was a middle-aged veteran, the position was accurate, the hand was steady and fast, and the old lady's body softened little by little in Zhang Ruolei's arms.

Zhang Ruolei picked her up and put her back in the bedroom. He took her hand and looked at her for a long, deep look. I stood beside him, my hand resting lightly on his shoulder, and he tilted his head and pressed his face against the back of my hand, rubbing it over and over again.

Aunt Zhang came in and asked us to go down for breakfast, and Zhang Ruolei pushed the bowl away after eating a few bites. I used to think that his biggest pain was "why not eat minced meat", but I didn't expect it......

So I didn't have an appetite either.

Instead, he asked me, "Isn't it delicious?" Let Aunt Zhang do something else. Stewed saury with ribs?

I walked over, half-squatting, with my upper body lying on his knees, and he touched my hair with his hands, combing it over and over again, and then pulled me up, looked at me, and said I'll help you comb your hair.

I looked at him and giggled and he said what are you laughing at? In ancient times, the husband would give his wife thrush and some rouge.

I choked in my throat, knowing the so-called hardships that life gave him, he still chose to be alone in his heart.

Why don't you tell me?

I looked at him, he looked at me, and in a moment he turned his gaze away, and his gaze became deep and distant, with a wisdom that could penetrate everything. Looking out of this window, I saw a blue wall, enclosing a large area of secrets and sorrows, loneliness and coldness. The outside of the walls should be very different from the inside, there should be a large green field with a lot of life steaming on it.

I turned my back, and he took an ivory-white hair comb, and carefully combed my hair from beginning to end, and tasted it carefully, not like he was combing my hair, as if he was silently combing his complicated and chaotic thoughts.

I wanted to turn around and hug him and kiss him, but I was afraid of shocking his heart. So I just stood like that, wishing that time would stop and condense him and me into one painting, so that all the unpredictable things in the world could become eternal.

He and I will never be separated again.

Lao Zhou's WeChat broke in at an inopportune time, Zhang Ruolei saw it first, he was annoyed, messy, and reached out to throw the hair comb on the table. The two collided, making a sharp muffled sound, I turned around and picked up the phone, and looked, it was Lao Zhou, almost instinctively raised his eyes to look at him.

He didn't speak, his brow tightened. Is this still the Zhang Ruolei I first knew? I remember that time in the hotel; Remembering that he framed me and made me his scapegoat; Remembering the point where I kicked him, he arched his waist like a prawn; Remembering that Huaiping and I were at odds with each other, he came, hugged me, told me not to be impulsive, and asked me if I knew what I was doing!

Oh, my lover. My heart was also confused, my eyebrows were also twisted, and I unlocked the phone mechanically, but I didn't know what Lao Zhou said, but Lao Zhou's second WeChat broke in, with the prompt sound, Zhang Ruolei paced out of the restaurant irritably, I watched him walk hurriedly to the living room, picked up his mobile phone from the coffee table in the living room, looked at it and put it down, and picked up the water cup again, but found that there was no water, he called Aunt Zhang to help him pour water, the sound was very loud, he pressed the TV, and changed the channel aimlessly.

I lowered my head, I didn't want to reply to Lao Zhou's information, but my hand was flying.

I said, I'm out of town, with friends.

"Zhang Ruolei?"

"Hmm."

The other party was silent. I breathed a sigh of relief, went to the living room, sat down with him, put my arm on his arm, and he swooped down with his head towards me, regardless of whether there was anyone or not, with the tragedy of heroic inauguration, like there is no tomorrow, like tomorrow he and I will be separated and never see each other again. His feelings infected me, and I responded to him fiercely, and we didn't stop even when Aunt Zhang appeared.

I never thought I would love a man like this.

I never thought of falling in love with a man like this, regardless of the result, regardless of whether it was fate or calamity.

Never.

Tears welled up in the corners of my eyes, and he squeezed my chin with two fingers.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

The most primitive and simple love words, we repeat to each other over and over again. When I was in school, the teacher said that repetition can bring memories, but the years will eventually teach us to forget, such as Huaihai, I once thought that I would never forget him in this life, but at this moment he is a dispensable old man in my heart, and even hatred has become blurred.

Will I encounter the same situation with Zhang Ruolei one day? Will I have the same fate with Zhang Ruolei one day? None of this is known. Why should people be greedy for life and afraid of death? Why do you crave this red, green, purple, black and gray life? Because every day, every hour, every minute is unknown.

Because of the unknown, we look forward to, longing and hope.

Zhang Ruolei picked me up, his chest was open, his hair had been rubbed messy by me, and his eyes were slightly bloodshot. He was really energetic, I smiled, laughing at myself for always trying to fight him with force in the past, always thinking that he was a silver-like wax spearhead, useless, thinking that all these years of drinking and drinking had hollowed out his body.

Until he really shows you strength and strength.

True power is a kind of beauty.

I think he is simple and beautiful, with the ultimate blooming enchantment, with the tension and courage of life, he is like a moving volcano, with fiery red magma surging in the dark tide below. It can clearly burn you to pieces, but you are stubbornly willing to merge with him like this, become his blood, and churn together with it.

"What should I do?"

He gasped.

"I don't have enough."

"Me too."

Everything turned into superfluous nonsense.

Heaven and earth are like chaos at the beginning, if you are Adam, I am Eve. I hugged him tightly, feeling a moment of bliss.

In the afternoon, the old lady woke up, maybe the medicinal power worked, the whole person looked a little sluggish, I watched Zhang Ruolei for a long time, and then I don't know if I understood who he was.

turned his face and looked out of the window indifferently, looking at it, he became a fan, cloud hands, water sleeves, it was the same.

A person is babbling there and singing "The Peony Pavilion", and the lyrics are vaguely arguable: people are easy to get old, there are many things, dreams are difficult to grow, a little affectionate, three points of shallow soil, and half of the wall is slanting.

At the end of the singing, a note was dragged long, the sun slanted on her face, the fine fluff was clearly visible, and the most vivid was still the eyes.