One

"Tonight, wait for me."

For a whole day, Shen Qingluo was reminiscing about this sentence.

Early in the morning, Nanyun unexpectedly said this sentence in her ear, which made her still unable to believe it.

Did you hear it wrong? She suspected something was wrong with her ears.

Watching Nanyun easily whistling and disappearing in front of her, Shen Qingluo was finally sure that she had heard correctly.

Yes, that's what he said.

She looked at Xiaorong with some weakness, and then at Yuan'er.

Xiaorong was a little unconcealed with joy, but Yuan'er was a little absent-minded.

Xiao Rong asked slyly, "Miss, what did my uncle tell you?" ”

Shen Qingluo said with a smile: "Uncle said that Xiaorong is old, so it is better to find her a mother-in-law." ”

Xiao Rong chirped: "Miss is a liar! ”

Shen Qingluo smiled: "Where did you lie?" When the girl is big, she naturally wants to get married, so it's hard to keep me for the rest of my life. ”

Xiao Rong said: "I will naturally guard Miss for the rest of my life." If you want to get married, let Sister Yuan'er marry. ”

Yuan'er blushed and said angrily: "I don't want to marry!" ”

Xiao Rong looked at Yuan'er in surprise and said, "Sister is angry? ”

Yuan'er realized her gaffe and smiled reluctantly: "They are all married, who will wait for Miss?" ”

Xiao Rong smiled: "It's still Sister Yuan'er's caring." ”

Yuan'er didn't speak, and what she repeatedly recalled in her heart was the scene of Nanyun whispering in Miss's ear affectionately.

Her heart burned like a fire.

Looking at the man she loves, in front of herself, unscrupulously intimate, even a subtle action, she can't stand it.

But she could only watch secretly, and there was nothing she could do.

She was wondering, what was that?

From Shen Qingluo's face, it can be seen that it is an extraordinary sentence.

This sentence made Shen Qingluo smile and be gentle all day long.

The sky is getting dark. The moon slowly rose over the treetops.

Shen Qingluo was doing needlework, and from time to time, she looked up at something.

Yuan'er was already yawning.

I don't know why, I've been very tired lately, and as soon as it gets dark, I'm sleepy.

Shen Qingluo stopped the needlework and said with concern: "Yuan'er, go to sleep." It's okay to have Xiaorong here to accompany me. I see you're tired. ”

Yuan'er wished she had a break earlier, but she said, "How do you make that?" The young lady hasn't slept yet. Broken rules. ”

Shen Qingluo said softly: "Rules are dispensable, and they are not on the surface. Sometimes, painting the ground as a prison is bound to oneself and others. Go ahead. ”

Yuan'er agreed: "Then there will be Lao Xiaorong." ”

Yuan'er opened the door and went out, and suddenly thought in her heart, what does Miss mean by saying this?

What did she know?

Suddenly, my heart panicked.

Two

The night breeze blows in through the windows, shaking the candles and flashing the streamers.

This is already the fourth candle.

The people she was waiting for had not yet come.

Xiao Rong finally couldn't hold it anymore and couldn't help leaning on the table and taking a nap. Suddenly, there was a sudden movement and he woke up. Rubbing his eyes, he said disappointedly: "Miss, you still don't sleep?" ”

Shen Qingluo said embarrassedly: "It's all my fault, I only care about work, and I almost forget about you." Go to sleep. ”

Xiao Rong said: "It's not early, you should go to bed early." ”

Shen Qingluo smiled: "Just sleep." ”

Xiao Rong went out and gently closed the door from the outside.

Shen Qingluo carefully sewed the last button, finally stood up, and stretched her waist.

The smooth soft satin face, thick and soft silk cotton, worn on the mother-in-law, must be very warm. Shen Qingluo was very satisfied with her handiwork. It's just, I don't know, will my mother-in-law like it?

Outside the window, the moonlight is like water, illuminating the shadows of the trees, which looks extraordinarily quiet.

The night was thick, and the person was still nowhere to be seen.

He, has he forgotten? Or did you finally hear it wrong?

Shen Qingluo's soft intestines turned.

It turns out that waiting for a person, the time will be so long.

She sighed deeply.

Maybe it was just a casual joke from him, but she took it seriously.

She remembered that night many days ago.

Like a dream, he entered her heart. His gentle embrace, his gentle hand, reached into her warm arms.

At that moment, how she wished that time could stop.

But he flinched.

He needed time to accept her, and she knew it.

Ever since his hesitation began on the wedding night, she knew that he needed time. This time may be a month, maybe a year, maybe a lifetime.

She had no choice, she had to wait. It's also worth the wait.

Because, since her father told him his name, she was destined to spend her life waiting for this man.

The father asked again: "Daughter, are you sure that you want to marry this person?" ”

Shen Qingluo lowered her head, but she was very firm: "If he is Nanyun, it must be him." ”

Father didn't know, she had been waiting for this name for a long time.

Shen Qingluo picked up the scissors and cut the candle that had jumped.

The candle has the heart to say goodbye, and weeps for others until dawn.

In the mirror, a lonely face is reflected.

Shen Qingluo gently touched her face.

If it could be exchanged, she would be willing to sacrifice everything in exchange for a beautiful face to win the favor of her lover.

It's a pity that she is not a fairy. She couldn't.

She put down the scissors, opened the cupboard, and took out a long cardboard box from it.

She carefully opened the box and slowly unfolded a three-foot-square piece of rice paper.

She has treasured this piece of paper for many years.

Above, a poem is written on the dragon flying and the phoenix dancing: "There will be a time when the wind and waves will be long, and the clouds will sail into the sea." ”

She still remembers that back then, he splashed ink and books on the long street.

At that time, he was wearing a white-washed green shirt, and he was full of spirits as if no one was around. His thick eyebrows, slightly raised, reveal a youthful and frivolous arrogance.

She stood quietly beside him, feeling the warmth coming from beside him.

At that moment, she fell in love with the feeling.

She couldn't help asking, "What kind of writing did you write?" ”

Only then did he notice the little girl beside him, and said with a slight smile: "Miss, this is Li Bai's 'difficult to walk'." I like this one the most. ”

She said timidly, "Can you give it to me?" I love it. ”

He smiled and said, "Miss, do you like it?" ”

She was a little shy: "Yes." ”

He happily handed her the undried paper: "Take it!" ”

She happily took it: "Thank you." ”

After walking a long way, she instructed the mama who followed: "Mama, give this to the person who wrote." ”

When Mama looked at it, there was a gold bracelet in the young lady's hand.

She still remembered that Mama was surprised: "Miss, this is a gold bracelet, do you really want to give it to that person?" ”

She smiled slightly: "Really." ”

At the time, she was only ten years old.

Now, twelve years have passed, everything has changed, only this word, still quietly waiting for the years of the year.

Shen Qingluo gently stroked the inscription of the word: "Nanyun".

The night was getting deeper.

Shen Qingluo shook her head self-deprecatingly.

He's not coming.

The cold wind of the autumn night blew, and she couldn't help but shiver.

Don't wait.

She finally went back to bed and covered herself with the quilt.

Drowsiness immediately overwhelmed her.

Three

Shen Qingluo thought that she would still have that eternal dream, but tonight, she didn't have time to dream.

A loud knock on the door woke her up.

That's right, it's a kick, not a knock, it's not a door.

With a "bang" sound, Nanyun rushed in like a gust of wind.

It's rushing in.

She smelled a strong smell of alcohol.

He roared angrily: "You ugly bastard, you are at ease! ”

Shen Qingluo was deeply stabbed.

Ugly? Are you talking about her?

Is this still the gentle man in the morning?

Is that what she was waiting for?

She didn't have time to react, her clothes had been rudely ripped open by him.

After a few crackling sounds, she felt a chill on her body.

With red eyes, he said viciously: "I want to see how precious this young lady can be!" ”

He pressed it roughly.

Tears flowed from Shen Qingluo's eyes.

Such humiliation was completely unexpected by her.

She can bear his coldness, she can bear the pain from him, but not humiliation.

She struggled to push him away.

How can a crazy man move a minute?

Shen Qingluo's eyes fell on the paper that fell to the ground. The ink, which has been cherished for many years, seems to be wordless and sarcastic at this moment.

Shen Qingluo closed her eyes. A line of tears slid down his cheeks.

Why, what brought her not happiness?

In the silence of the night, Nagumo's hoarse cries were particularly harsh.

He seemed to be angry, and he seemed to be venting, and what echoed in his ears was a piercing ridicule: "That kid has lived for many years, but I'm afraid I haven't seen a woman yet!" Ha ha! ”

Shen Qingluo felt a burst of fear.

Is this still the gentle scholar on weekdays?

The candles on the candlesticks were extinguished at some point, and the room was dark.

In extreme anger and madness, Nagumo unexpectedly experienced an unprecedented pleasure.

Feeling Shen Qingluo's pain, he seemed to be even more excited.

If you build your happiness in the pain of others, it turns out that your own happiness will increase exponentially.

Nagumo thought bitterly, what is it that has changed herself?