When Zhao Pingjin and Xu He finished washing, the courtyard was already very quiet.

They live in a separate small building, there are all kinds of fruit trees by the window behind the building, Xu He came out of the bath, stood by the window, the air was full of the fragrance of fruits, stretched out his hand, he could pick a small green pear from between the green leaves.

The courtyard is decorated and furnished in the Chinese style, and it is the same here.

On the pineapple wood bed in the bedroom, there are carved patterns of hundreds of sons and thousands of grandchildren and Fu Lushou, even the quilt is embroidered with satin embroidery, and the pillow is also embroidered with mandarin ducks playing in the water.

I don't know who cleaned up the room, and it was furnished like a cave room.

When Zhao Pingjin came out, he saw her standing by the window with wet hair blowing the wind, so he closed most of the window and pulled her to sit down in front of the dressing table: "I'm not afraid of headaches, the mountains are not as good as Kyoto, and the wind is very cool at night." ”

When he blew her hair, Xu He thought of the small apartment she rented a long time ago, he leaned on her arms, she blew his hair for him, and at the end, she lowered her head and kissed him, at that time, it was really full of joy and tenderness.

And that time was really beautiful and heartbreaking, maybe because it was too short, so it was even more unforgettable.

"What do you think?"

He bent down and kissed her soft cheek, Xu He's arm slowly stretched out from the sleeves of the loose nightdress, the wide sleeves of silk satin slid down like water, scattered on the elbows, her bare arms hugged his waist, and pressed her face against his flat and strong waist and abdomen.

Zhao Pingjin turned off the blow and put it down, but the moment she hugged him, her heart seemed to fill up in an instant.

He touched her hair and held her slightly cool arm again: "It's so cold on your body, go to bed?" ”

Xu He leaned on him and shook his head: "I don't want to move, that's all." ”

"Okay."

Just hugging it, quiet, and not talking, the half-open window was sent in by the evening breeze with a light fruity fragrance, and the moonlight in the mountains was high and clear.

People in an environment away from the hustle and bustle will always have a different mentality.

Maybe it's because I know that such a peaceful and beautiful time is too short, so I don't want to waste a minute.

Even such a quiet hug seems to be the most extravagant.

"Zhao Pingjin ......"

"Hmm."

"Do you love me?"

Someone once said that when you ask this question to someone, you lose completely.

Xu He didn't want to think about winning or losing at this time, she just followed her heart and wanted to indulge unrestrainedly.

Zhao Pingjin has never said this word to anyone.

He wasn't the kind of person who was keen on sweet things to women.

If it weren't for Xu He's illness now, he might never have said a lot of words.

Love her?

In fact, he doesn't know how to love someone, love in film and television is too ideal and suspended, he used to scoff at it, how can a man die or live because of emotional matters.

But after experiencing this life and death and twists and turns, when his heart was hanging high and his liver and intestines were almost broken, he seemed to be able to understand that sentence, and drama often comes from reality.

Xu He was in his arms, her jaw was still pressed against him, but she turned her face up, and looked at him silently but expectantly with those eyes with a pair of steamy eyes.

He raised his hand and brushed her thick eyelashes, and in this moment, it was as if he had returned to the time when they were in love.

It's just that at that time, while enjoying the burning love she gave with all her heart, he also had a headache that she was such a moth to the fire, and he was afraid that it would be very troublesome when he parted in the future.

The state of mind at this time is naturally very different from before.

Zhao Pingjin felt that his heart was very soft, and he lowered his head and wanted to kiss her, but Xu He suddenly raised his face, kissed him first, and muttered almost silently: "Don't say it, just because I didn't ask anything......"

He wanted to speak, but Xu He bit his lip, and then pried open his teeth, she hugged his waist with both hands, kissed him deeper and heavier, and didn't let him say another word.

When Zhao Pingjin carried her to the bed, he didn't know that Xu He was lying on his chest, and a wet mark slowly appeared from the corner of his eye.

If you don't blurt out an answer without hesitation at the first time, there will be no more meaning.

And she will never ask again.

Like and love, is not equal.

Maybe he thinks that liking is enough.

But for Xu He, she wants a lot of love, a love that can make her forget all the pain along the way, and that can support her to continue to be strong and brave to move forward.

His body touched the cool silk satin quilt, and his fingers were tightly linked with her ten fingers, pressing on the water playing mandarin ducks on the pillow.

Xu He turned her face away, and when she saw the two arm-thick dragon and phoenix candles that were used as decorations on one side, she suddenly opened her mouth: "Zhao Pingjin, can you light those two candles?" ”

He didn't ask much, kissed her and got up to light the red candle.

The lights were turned off, and only this red light gently spread throughout the room.

It was like the wedding night of the old days, and at this moment, he was her groom, and she married herself to him in her heart.

"Isn't it like our cave room spending candle nights?" Zhao Pingjin walked to the side of the bed and looked at Xu He who was lying there.