She raised her eyes and saw that Wen Zhan had fallen asleep without her knowing when. He lowered his head quietly and nodded intermittently as the carriage swayed.
He fell asleep, with his arms still tightly wrapped around Lu Yunchu.
Sleeping like this is bad for the head and neck, but Lu Yunchu did not wake him up immediately.
When Wen Zhan was asleep, I couldn't see his eyes, so I could only feel the coldness coming from his upright features. But when he closed his eyes, his expression was so gentle, his eyebrows were relaxed, and the corners of his eyes were fragile, which easily dispelled the coldness.
Such a person, who has always been so gentle that it makes people feel sorry for him, should be loved and cared for, but he is repeatedly let down.
In the final analysis, it was just for the sake of four short words in a play: "dramatic conflict". So everything was so absurd, suffering shattered his life into pieces, even taking away all the good things he should have gotten. Even the love was transferred to someone else by mistake.
Lu Yunchu raised his hand and gently touched his eyebrows.
Wen Zhan was a light sleeper, and woke up with a start. He opened his eyes and saw that it was her. He subconsciously tried to smile, but froze when he saw her face full of tears.
He was completely awake, frowned, looked at Lu Yunchu anxiously, and wiped away her tears at a loss.
His eyes asked: What's wrong
His brows were furrowed tightly. Lu Yunchu didn't like him like this, so he rubbed his brows: "Don't frown."
Even though Wen Zhan was worried, he immediately relaxed his brows, tried to calm his expression, and agreed to every request.
Lu Yunchu cried even harder.
Wen Zhan was so anxious that he didn't know what to do. He helped Lu Yunchu up, put his arm around her shoulders, and wiped her tears half-comfortingly and half-pityingly.
He couldn't speak, otherwise he would have asked her softly what was wrong without listening.
Lu Yunchu shook her head and sobbed, "It's okay, I just feel sorry for you." She grabbed Wen Zhan's hand that was wiping his tears, "Why? Why?"
She had asked this question countless times. Just because he was an unimportant supporting role, should fate treat him so poorly
Wen Zhan didn't know why she was crying like this. He guessed that she must have had a nightmare. He could only pat her on the back and comfort her helplessly.
She kept crying: "I'm so angry, angry at myself for not coming earlier." She escaped from him for two lifetimes, never looking back at him, letting him fade away alone after being treated badly.
"How could I be so stupid? Why didn't I come to you earlier?"
The more she spoke, the sadder she became. Wen Zhan felt that he couldn't let her cry like this, so he sighed, hugged her, and asked her to sit up straight.
He looked at her seriously, his eyes full of firm tenderness, and told her that everything was okay, thus calming all her pain and anger.
He took out the paper and pen he had just brought from the drawer of the carriage stool. It was not a charcoal pencil, so he was a little uncomfortable at first.
He wrote: Having a nightmare
I want to solve the problem from the source.
Lu Yunchu didn't know how to explain it, so he could only answer, "I guess so. I dreamed about your past, and how much suffering you went through."
Wen Zhan breathed a sigh of relief and finally smiled: Dreams should not be taken seriously.
Lu Yunchu pouted and started crying again: "But it's true." In addition, there are three lives in this world, and there are so many pasts that she hasn't seen and doesn't know about. How hard must his life be.
She spoke very quickly, almost like a scolding: "Your life shouldn't be like this, it's too hard, too hard, God owes you too much, why should such a gentle person like you suffer so much!"
Wen Zhan wanted to say that it was not bitter, but that would sound false.
He waited until Lu Yunchu had finished venting before he raised his hand again to wipe away her tears.
He smiled as gentle as spring and wrote on the paper: Now that you are here, it is not a debt.
When Lu Yunchu saw these words, he couldn't help but burst into tears.
She hugged Wen Zhan tightly.
"I'm sorry, I should have come earlier, I should have fallen in love with you earlier." She said, "Fortunately, fortunately I chose to return to the Wen Mansion in the end."
Fate owed Wen Zhan love, and after many twists and turns and several reincarnations, Lu Yunchu finally made up for it.
Her crying gradually subsided, and she asked, "Besides these, what else is there? I'll make up for you, okay?"
It's hard for anyone to refuse such words.
But Wen Zhan shook his head and looked at her very seriously. He pushed the hair on her forehead behind her ears and watched her cry so hard, feeling soft-hearted and helpless.
He pondered for a while, and finally wrote down his thoughts on a piece of paper: As long as I am here, I will make up for everything.
Lu Yunchu threw himself into his arms, causing him to tilt, and both of them fell off the stool.
Fortunately, there was a blanket underneath, so it didn't hurt.
Lu Yunchu still had her arms around his chest, and he also half-hugged her. His tall body cast her in shadow, and her nose was filled with his scent.
She said, "I take that back. You don't smell good."
Wen Zhan froze.
"It smells like medicine, not medicine." She said in a muffled voice, "It smells clear and cold, just like the rare full moon. I don't like this smell on me."
Wen Zhan lowered his head to look at her, only to see a depressed head.
His heart turned into a pool of honey.
He sighed, feeling burdened by Lu Yunchu's injustice and pity for him.
He was about to coax her, but Lu Yunchu came up to him and rubbed against his chest: "I am not like the lonely waning moon hanging in the sky, I am like the ordinary fireworks in the world." She rubbed her scent on him and sniffed, "You are infected with my scent. There are sweet cakes, almond milk, and incense. It's much better."
This action was extremely childish, but Wen Zhan was so overwhelmed by the warmth.
He touched Lu Yunchu's head to thank her for her surging and clumsy care and love.
She looked up and said pitifully: "I'm so sad, how can I be more compassionate to you?"
The word pity might be a humiliation to other men, but Wen Zhan would not. He would not dwell on words or attitudes. He clearly understood the feelings that Lu Yunchu wanted to express.
It's love, it's care.
Just like the feeling he had when he saw her crying, it was so strong, so strong that it made him happy and sad at the same time.
I am happy because of her pure and passionate love, but I am sad because I am afraid that these overly beautiful days and nights are just a dream that will eventually fade away like the light of the sky.
He rubbed Lu Yunchu's chin, like coaxing a little mountain cat, and then waited until she stopped crying before writing: This is enough, I feel it.
Lu Yunchu asked: "Can I kiss you?"
Wen Zhan was stunned for a moment, then smiled, lowered his head, and kissed her lips.
She originally wanted to comfort Wen Zhan, but ended up being the one being comforted.
Lu Yunchu felt a little guilty.
The carriage drove all the way out of the city, and by the evening, we were in another area.
The snow here is light and has almost melted away already.
The sky after the snow looked like it had been washed, with an endless blue sky. The gorgeous sunset rising from the sky was like red flowers falling into the water, blooming and spreading, with thousands of golden rays of light scattered across the world, brilliant and soft.
Lu Yunchu stopped the carriage.
"Let's watch the sunset." She suggested to Wen Zhan.
Wen Zhan nodded.
They got out of the carriage and sat down on the wooden planks of the shaft.
Lu Yunchu naturally moved closer to Wen Zhan and rested his head on his shoulder.
She looked at the sunset in the distance, spreading her fingers as if trying to grasp it. She asked, "Is it beautiful?"
Wen Zhan nodded and wrote on her palm: Beautiful.
Lu Yunchu asked, "When was the last time you watched the sunset?"
Wen Zhan dug out his long-forgotten fragmented memories, which were like an old book covered in dust, with the handwriting already blurred.
—I can’t remember.
Lu Yunchu held his hand with his backhand: "It's okay, we will see each other often in the future."
Wen Zhan smiled, turned his head, and gently kissed the top of her head.
Lu Yunchu thought that Wen Zhan might have some misunderstanding. She was really abused today, and with her previous resentment, she cried all the time, which scared him. He thought she was fragile and delicate, so he coaxed her out of habit.
She didn't reject this kind of sticky and coquettish tenderness.
She played with Wen Zhan's fingers, and caught a glimpse of a few scattered bright colors in the snow-white.
She looked over and found a small wild flower emerging from the thin snow.
Early spring has just arrived and the snow has not yet fallen enough, but the little wild flowers are already impatiently popping out.
Lu Yunchu let go of Wen Zhan's hand and ran over quickly.
There is only one solitary flower.
She poked the little wild flower with her finger and said, "I'm sorry, I plucked it out to comfort my sweetheart." She said to herself, "He is also so lonely, and he is also trying so hard to add tenderness to the world, so my cruel act of destroying the flower can be forgiven."
She plucked the wildflowers and circled the delicate stems into a crude overlapping ring.
Wen Zhan didn't know what she saw, but he was very happy that she had regained her energy. He didn't chase her, but just watched her back as she played in the snow.
Soon, she stood up, turned her back to him and did something unknown, then ran over to him with a smile on her face.
“There are flowers blooming.”
Wen Zhan was a little surprised and looked over there.
Lu Yunchu continued: "I pulled it out."
Wen Zhan didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
She said, "Please stretch out your hand."
Wen Zhan did as he was told.
She slipped the simple wildflower ring onto his ring finger.
Wen Zhan looked at her suspiciously.
Lu Yunchu explained: "In my hometown, there is a myth in a faraway place. The general idea is that there is a god who brought light to the world. Because he stole fire, he was punished and bound to the mountain. Every day, an eagle flew to eat his internal organs. At night, his internal organs would grow again, and this cycle would repeat over and over again until a strong man killed the eagle and rescued him. The chains that bound him eventually turned into a ring."
Perhaps it was not just three lives, but countless reincarnations in which she was not there. She looked at Wen Zhan and smiled, "I like this story and the meaning of the ring." Please turn the chains on Wen Zhan's body into rings.
Wen Zhan also smiled and nodded in approval.
Lu Yunchu added: "It's also in a very far place. There is an ancient saying that this finger goes straight to the heart and is protected by the sun god, blessing love to be steadfast."
Wen Zhan listened very carefully.
"When getting married, the man and woman will exchange rings. Putting the ring on each other's hand means that under the witness of God, they promise to love each other forever and accompany each other forever." She said, "I don't have a diamond, so I can only use the first flower of early spring as a ring. Diamonds represent permanence, but the flowers of early spring represent vitality, hope and the upcoming brightness, which I think is more suitable for me."
Wen Zhan listened quietly and attentively, his fingers trembling slightly, and he was easily moved.
There was sourness in his eyes, but he was indeed happy, extremely happy.
"Well... In my hometown, there is a ceremony called proposal, which is similar to proposal, but it can be a woman to a man, a man to a woman, or a man to a man or a woman to a woman. As long as it is the one you love and you are willing to spend the rest of your life with him, you will present a ring to propose."
Wen Zhan raised his head, a gleam of light flashing in his eyes.
"Wen Zhan, let's live the rest of our lives well. Fate owes me a lot, and I will do my best to make up for it."
Wen Zhan took a deep breath to prevent himself from bursting into tears. He didn't understand why he felt this way, he was indeed ecstatic and ecstatic.
Lu Yunchu said that according to legend, the ring finger has the power of the sun god, and he felt it.
Love is like sunshine, which dispels the loneliness in the endless abyss of desolation, brings warmth, life and hope.
He stood up and kissed Lu Yunchu.
Lu Yunchu smiled: "This is how the ceremony process is completed."
Wen Zhan pointed at the ring on his finger, made a circle, and pointed at her finger, meaning: I want to put a ring on you too.
Lu Yunchu smiled and said, "No, just this one flower."
Wen Zhan felt sorry.
He thought of another problem, and got into the carriage in a panic and took out a pen and paper: The flowers will wither and the branches will dry up and rot, what should he do
Lu Yunchu couldn't help laughing out loud, she just made a flower ring on a whim, it wasn't some precious treasure, it wouldn't be that serious.
She held down Wen Zhan's hand which was writing in a panic, held his face, and put her smile close to his, forehead to forehead.
"What's the big deal? Spring is coming, and the sky will be filled with flowers. Why worry about not having flowers? If today's flowers wither, choose another one tomorrow. If this year's flowers wither, wait for the years to come. The rest of my life is long, and there will be endless spring."