One

Shen Qingluo rubbed her eyes.

How many hours have you been embroidering? She didn't quite know.

She sighed lowly and slouched down on the embroidery shelf in front of her.

Such a dusk is all too familiar.

Aside from embroidery, she couldn't find anything more time-killing to do.

A tear fell on the embroidered cloth.

The embroidered fish is alive.

The tears fell on the fish's eyes.

Why can't I see tears? Because it fell into the water.

Shen Qingluo stared at her embroidery.

This is a lotus picture. On the lotus leaves of the pavilion, two lotus flowers are side by side. Under the flowers, two delicate fish, whispering.

She didn't know why she was embroidering lotus flowers.

Was it because of the man who held her hand that day? Her husband.

At the edge of the lotus pond, the lotus flowers in the pond are not as good as the jade-like man.

She really wanted to embroider the scene of that day, but she could only embroider lotus flowers.

That person can only be hidden in his heart.

She looked at the lifelike fish and said in a low voice, "Yu'er, do you understand my thoughts?" ”

The fish half-opened its mouth, as if to speak.

Shen Qingluo smiled bitterly.

"Yuan'er," Shen Qingluo called.

There is no echo of Yuan'er.

Shen Qingluo suddenly remembered that Yuan'er had gone out and had not come back yet.

"Xiaorong." Shen Qingluo called again.

The room was silent, and no one answered.

This girl, new to a garden, is very fresh, I want to play.

Shen Qingluo had no choice but to get up and find a candle to light it.

It's too dark, light a candle, and it will be a little warmer.

Shen Qingluo added incense to the incense burner.

The aroma spreads, creating a sense of emptiness.

Still back in front of the embroidery stand, put on a thin thread.

The heart is like a double wire net, and there are thousands of knots in it.

The dense silk thread is like Shen Qingluo's dense heart.

After only a few stitches, the tiredness came up, and Shen Qingluo yawned.

In the haze, I vaguely felt as if I had become a swimming fish, swimming happily between the streams. There is no happiness in the world that can surpass the pleasure of freedom.

Sometimes jumping, sometimes going against the current, sometimes jumping off a high mountain rock and falling into the deep water. That kind of joyful and dripping, like a fairy-like leisure.

Shen Qingluo understood that she was dreaming again.

This dream, repeated every day, brought me happiness and torture every day. Because then, it's a nightmare.

A sharp axe fell down fiercely, and Shen Qingluo almost screamed in pain.

However, subconsciously, Shen Qingluo seemed reluctant to wake up.

If it weren't for nostalgia in dreams, how could she be nostalgic for dreams?

Today's dream seems to be different from the past.

A hot breath exhaled to his cheeks. Immediately afterward, a pair of warm palms seemed to caress her hair gently.

Shen Qingluo was a little flustered. She wanted to open her eyes and see what kind of hands they were, but she knew that the dream would vanish the moment she opened her eyes.

If so, she'd rather not wake up.

A low sigh became more and more fascinating. Shen Qingluo was intoxicated.

The body was light, the petite and light body fell into a warm embrace, and the strong masculine aura filled Shen Qingluo's snort.

Shen Qingluo felt a burst of fear in her heart, accompanied by a trembling.

Her body had been picked up and gently placed on the soft bed.

Who is it?

Nagumo? Her husband?

Shen Qingluo's heart was flustered and ecstatic.

Who would want to wake up from such a sweet dream?

She felt that a pair of eyes were unscrupulously watching her face.

She was a little ashamed.

Such a face cannot stand careful scrutiny. Even a rough glance will make people feel sad.

There was a moment of silence and hesitation.

Still hesitating.

Shen Qingluo was deeply stung by this hesitation.

The hands finally touched her face lightly.

Shen Qingluo's heart was beating wildly.

The hands, resting at her collar.

Finally, gently, one of her buttons was unbuttoned.

A cool breath rushed through the open neckline.

Shen Qingluo shuddered. She couldn't tell if it was because of excitement or if it was really cold.

She knew she was looking forward to the continuation of that feeling.

Immediately after, the second and third buttons were unfastened one after another.

Shen Qingluo knew that this was no longer a dream.

It's really happening.

But she didn't want to open her eyes.

There are some things that you don't need to see with your own eyes.

Then, she felt the air seem to stop.

Her breathing seemed to be stopping.

The hands, gently, reached into her collar.

A tingling sensation immediately spread throughout her body.

The hands, hesitant, slowly covered her soft breasts.

Shen Qingluo was so nervous that her nerves tensed.

Suddenly, with a long sigh, the hands quickly pulled away, and then, a rush of footsteps sounded very clearly in the ears.

The sound of the door opening.

The footsteps faded away.

Finally, everything returned to calm.

Shen Qingluo's tears couldn't stop falling.

Strings of strings, wetting the cheeks.

When I opened my eyes, there was a dim candlelight in the room. A room is lonely and deserted.

That person, finally, still disliked her.

Shen Qingluo sat up slowly.

If it weren't for the fact that her clothes had been opened, it would be hard for her to believe that person had really come.

Things are like spring dreams, without a trace.

Everything is still the original state, but the traces on the heart can no longer be erased.

Salty tears slid into her lips. Bitter, astringent.

Also, it hurts.

Is this what love tastes like?

Two

Nanyun hurriedly left Shen Qingluo's room as if he had fled.

He really wanted to work hard to be a good husband, but he couldn't.

Pushing open the door and gently entering the inner room, he saw a lonely and pitiful woman.

She was lying on the embroidery stand, already asleep, her thin body like a lonely flower.

He couldn't help but walk over and pick her up gently.

If you sleep like this, you will catch a cold.

He hugged her, feeling her incredibly light.

Such a delicate woman is his wife, a wife who needs his love.

A strong desire to protect arises.

He laid her on the bed and examined her for a moment.

With mediocre facial features and black and yellow skin, it is really difficult to arouse desire.

The only thing that can catch the eye is her long eyelashes, which arouse countless reveries.

Under the eyelashes, those beautiful eyes, which were closed at the moment, were the only brilliance that the Creator had bestowed upon the poor woman.

Nagumo slowly untied her delicate clothes embroidered with dark flowers, and finally had to fulfill the duties and obligations of a husband.

Asking her to be a worthy wife is not only an obligation, but also a task.

When his hand touched her softness, he had a momentary illusion.

In his imagination, his wife has become a stunning beauty, a living woman.

But when his eyes landed on her skin, which was rough as fish scales, he could not deceive himself.

Besides, this kind of deception is also sorry for the kind-hearted Shen Qingluo.

Leaving before Shen Qingluo woke up was the wisest choice.

Without hesitation, Nagumo quickly withdrew his hand from her clothes and quickly left.

Perhaps, she didn't realize it yet.

However, he forgot that the buttons he unbuttoned revealed his traces.

Nanyun fled in a panic, all in front of him was Shen Qingluo's disgusting skin and the unpleasant smell on her body.

When he walked out of the moon gate, a figure stood in front of Nangumo.

"Stop." The voice was fierce and calm in the darkness.

Nagumo was taken aback.

Under the moonlight, the old lady stood quietly in the shadow of the flowers on crutches.

"Mother?" Nagumo was surprised: "What are you doing here?" ”

The old lady looked at her son and said word by word: "Go back!" ”

Nagumo was inexplicable: "Where to go?" ”

The old lady said quietly: "Accompany your wife." ”

Nagumo lowered his head.

The old lady continued: "Our Nan family, who has been innocent for generations, your father would rather lose his official position than succumb to the traitorous minions. When it came to you, for the sake of glory and wealth, you did whatever it took to marry an extremely ugly woman. It's okay to marry, if someone is a child of a good family, you should treat them well. However, you actually disliked her and refused to have sex with her. Aren't you delaying other people's youth? When I'm old and confused, don't you know? The road is your own choice, and you can weigh it yourself. ”

After the old lady finished speaking, she walked away without looking back, on crutches.

Nanyun stood stupidly in the shadow of the flowers, silent.

The round moon hangs in the sky, a good night to spend a full moon.

If the stars are not last night, for whom will they stand in the sky?

Nagumo turned around slowly.

What should be faced, must be faced after all. Mother was right.

There was no turning back from the bow. There was no way back for him.

Three days later, when the bride returned to the door, if she asked, she would not have been able to say that there was no round house.

It's not a good thing to annoy your father-in-law.

As he was thinking, suddenly, a figure hurried across the path.

The man was holding a huge burden, just walking, caught off guard, and slammed into Nagumo's body fiercely.

The burden rolled lightly to the ground.

"Who is it? It's in the way! A young woman, huffing and snorting, said viciously.

Yuan'er? Nagumo felt a burst of excitement in his heart.