"How can you be so cruel!"

Qingfeng grabbed her, he forgot that she was a dying patient, he shook his head, and his face became more and more pale.

"What are you going to do with me alone after you leave me alone?" he cried out in pain.

"I want you to stay away from me—"

Leng Yue's eyes widened, passively looking at the breeze, tears flowed out of the fire-breathing eyes, rolled down her cheeks, and fell on her nightgown.

"Stay away from the hurt that hurts you, forget the love, forget the hate, forget everything between us......" she whispered in a whimper, "that's the only thing I can do for you...... I'm tired, I'm going to leave completely...... I hope that one day, you will be truly happy. ”

"No!"

He hugged her and kissed her tightly.

"We have hooked and stamped, and we have already copied and pasted!" he said, his voice trembling: "You are my Yuan Qingfeng's wife, we have sworn that we will live and die together!"

"That's what you say......"

Her neck was stiff and straight, like a little rooster ready to fight.

"It's better to forget each other in the rivers and lakes!" she gritted her teeth and said, "Now, this romantic wedding is over, and this romantic dream should also wake up...... I've said everything I have to say, I really don't have the strength to say what I said, repeat it again, I'm tired, I'm going to sleep......"

She broke free of him and lay on the pillow with her back to him.

She felt dizzy in her head, cold, and painful...... She closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, and never spoke again.

Qingfeng, he sat there blankly, staring blankly at the cold moon.

A painful emotion enveloped him more and more, drowned him heavier and heavier, and he suddenly felt that he was exhausted and almost suffocated......

**

All night, Qingfeng sat there in a daze, staring blankly at his beloved little wife Leng Yue, thinking about his thoughts.

The night slipped slowly, the dawn lit up the glass window of the RV, and he tilted his head and fell asleep.

He had many, many dreams, but they were incomplete and scattered, and he felt that his soul was running towards God, turning into a cloud of smoke, and his physical body was relaxed and pleasant, not thinking, and starting a new life.

He heard the sound of fairy music in a trance, and vaguely saw a fairy sitting on the golden throne of the blue sky, he stared at it carefully, ah-the fairy with thousands of manners was none other than his cold moon!

Just as he was amazed, he found himself awake.

At this time, Leng Yue was putting on makeup in front of the mirror of the RV.

She wore a goose yellow, thick pullover sweater, a pair of white slacks, her cheeks were ruddy and watery, and her big foggy eyes were bright and vibrant, compared to the pale and weak cold moon yesterday, she was almost like two people.

Qingfeng sat up.

He stared at her in disbelief, unconsciously distracted.

Leng Yue, who was putting on makeup in front of the mirror, suddenly noticed the gaze of the breeze in the mirror, she smiled softly at the mirror, and met the gaze in the mirror.

For several minutes, it seemed as if everything had stood still, and the world was left with the two of them staring at each other through the mirror.

Under Qingfeng's affectionate gaze, Leng Yue felt that her whole body was filled with warm currents.

"Wind ......"

Her voice was soft and imperceptible, but it was enough to break the enchanting atmosphere.

"Qingfeng-kun!"

She stood up and walked over.

She walked up to him and looked at him affectionately for a moment, then she stretched out her slender hands and grabbed his cheeks, and naturally kissed him lightly on the forehead.

"Yesterday, did it scare you? I'm sorry. ”

Qingfeng was still looking at her, he wanted to use his thoughts, he wanted to think about it, he wanted to analyze it carefully, but he couldn't think about anything.

"Hey, are you still angry?"

"Yes......"

He let out a long breath, his consciousness slowly returning to his mind. He stared at her, his voice hollow and weak:

"If you don't make it clear, I will definitely be angry all the time, angry all the time, angry until I am old, angry until I am old, and angry until I am angry for a long ......time."

With a poof, Leng Yue laughed.

"What do you want me to make clear?"

He looked at her, and then he really came back to his senses.

"Then let's talk about it first, why did you get up so early?"

"Don't dare to sleep more!" Leng Yue said frankly: "I'm afraid that if I fall asleep, I won't be able to wake up again." ”

She paused.

"Now I know how precious every day is. She sighed and said, "I want to cherish every moment I have with you." ”

She reached out and stroked his face.

"For me, whether I live or die, these three years are stolen from the hands of God, and that's enough! I hope that time will stop at this moment, and the two of us will stay like this...... We don't want anything, just the two of us...... I will accompany you, never leave again, and guard you every minute and second!"

"Yue'er!"

As soon as Qingfeng's eyes were hot, tears fell.

"I believe that miracles will happen......" he said in a trembling voice, "Aren't miracles also made by men?"

"Uh-huh!"

She nodded, and smiled so sweetly.

The breeze was moved, and stretched out his hands to embrace her.

"The small bridge flows water, and one side is a pure land. He said in a low voice, "Every morning, I see the sun shining on your face, and I can't bear to wake you up, so I just look at you quietly...... Suddenly, you open your eyes, and we still don't do anything, just watch ...... quietly."

"The years are quiet, and I wish to accompany you. The cold moon whispered softly: "The sun sets, you and I join hands, the stars twinkle every day, you and I depend on each other, the passing years are passed, and I am willing to be with you." ”

She crouched in his warm embrace, not wanting to think about anything more.

"It's possible that we will quarrel every day over trivial things such as firewood, rice, oil and salt, Yue'er, do you believe it, if I don't become the president, I will definitely be the best farmer. If you don't write, what else can you do but do what you can do?"

"I cook and wash the vegetables, take care of the housework, and then take care of our children......"

She couldn't help but tell the bits and pieces of her imagination, she was so sad that her eyes gradually blurred.

"Spring goes to autumn, cold comes and summer, and at that time, my face is full of wrinkles, and you," Qingfeng looked at Leng Yue with tears and smiled, "It should also be full of white hair...... We tell our children what we have done, and those stinky boys must think that our life is unremarkable, but as everyone knows, this prosaic is not easy for us. ”

"Yes. ”

Leng Yue wiped the tears from her cheeks and said:

"In our hearts, this prosaic is more than all the glory and wealth......"

"Uh-huh. ”

Qingfeng buried his head in the hair around her ear, his lips playing to hers.

"The prosperity is gone, and you will grow old with the moon. ”

"When we're really old...... she fantasized as she stroked his face, "I can't see your face clearly, and you can't hear me say to you that I love you, but I think the most beautiful confession in the world is to stay together until you grow old." ”

"But my moon will never grow old. ”

His gentle voice blew across her face like the wind.

She couldn't help but close her eyes and accept the wetness of her real lips.

"I love you......"

She shook in his arms.

"Say it again. She pleaded softly.

"I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you. ”

She didn't speak, and for a long time, she was silent. Then, he heard her sobbing lowly.

He bowed his head, holding her face in his hands, his lips running over her cheeks and over her tears.

"Don't cry anymore!" he whispered a plea.

"I don't cry, I laugh. She said, really smiling. "Moreover, I also made a love breakfast, lean pork and preserved egg porridge. ”

She got up and ran to the rice cooker.

"Wow, it's all right. ”

She turned on the rice cooker, then picked up the rice bowl and spoon and filled two small bowls of nutritious rice porridge.

"Oh! my moon has already made breakfast!" Qingfeng walked to the table in surprise.

"I also made a few side dishes and pancakes. Leng Yue smiled and pulled him to the chair in front of the dining table. "I invite you to dinner, this is a tribute to you for protecting me for so long. ”

"Wow!"

Qingfeng stared at a table of food, his eyes wide.

"Here, taste!"

Leng Yue handed the chopsticks to Qingfeng.

"How's it going?, is it delicious?" Leng Yue asked when she saw the surprised breeze on her face.

"Uh-huh......"

Qingfeng stopped his mouth, nodded and shook his head.

"Ah, I know you like mustard, so I let it go. Leng Yue glanced at Qingfeng and said, "Could it be that you put too much?"

"No, no, no!"

Qingfeng hurriedly removed the choking side dish.

"My beautiful empress!" Qingfeng pulled Leng Yue to sit down. "I beg you, you can't cook anymore no matter what. ”

"Why, can't you eat it?

Leng Yue put a chopstick in her mouth and ate it casually.

"I use these slender hands to cook for you, not on a whim, nor do I use you as an experiment. I am ......" she smiled and said, "I have thought about the addiction of servants and maids, and serve Your Majesty twenty-four hours a day." ”

"But this dish ......"

Qingfeng stared at Leng Yue dumbfounded.

He couldn't understand how she could eat so naturally.

"What's wrong with this dish?" Leng Yue took another bite puzzled. "Isn't there a saying that if you want to get a man's heart, you have to grab the man's stomach first?

"Okay...... Qingfeng's voice trembled slightly: "What kind of maid's addiction are you?"

He stared at Leng Yue suspiciously, and suddenly remembered what Dr. Zhang said about the loss of all six senses, could it be that his moon had lost his sense of smell and taste?

He thought bitterly, his heart was at a loss, a confusion, and a deep sorrow.

"Men, they all want to marry a wife who can eat hot food as soon as they enter the house. If, later...... If there is a woman who is willing to make soup for you, you can marry her!" Leng Yue said to herself: "It doesn't matter if the servant is the empress or something! The important thing is that the empress is happy, and the servant is even happier." ”

"Yue'er!"

Qingfeng removed the side dishes that did not taste right one by one, and put the edible ones in front of Leng Yue, and said:

"Come, try these, they taste great. ”

She glanced at him, knowing it. She didn't say a word, and ate the meal quickly.