Tang Yu's eyes lit up and he looked at her inquiringly. However, after just a glance, Song Zhixing turned away and avoided his sight. She looked out the window and saw a vast expanse of snow outside the dark window. She immediately turned her head and stared at Tang Yu, "Where are we?"
"Ice Island."
Bingyu is a country of glaciers with low temperatures all year round. Song Zhixing is afraid of cold, and he shuddered when he heard the word "Bingyu".
Tang Yu wrapped his coat tightly around her and said, "Let's go."
Anyway, she had been abducted here, no matter how cold she was, she had no choice but to follow Tang Yu off the plane. She was wearing his coat, and when she lowered her head slightly, she could smell the faint scent of his perfume on his coat, which made her heart fluctuate. She looked at him again, and then followed Tang Yu out of the cabin.
Tang Yu did not hold her hand as usual, but walked in front alone, pushing the luggage. Song Zhixing followed closely behind. In the strange airport, surrounded by strangers, she looked around in a daze, her fragile heart was desolate.
She was distracted and someone came over. She didn't have time to avoid him and bumped into him. The other person was a big man. She kept saying sorry, but she was still knocked back two steps and felt dizzy. She thought she would definitely fall to the ground, but Tang Yu, who had been walking in front of her, turned around at some point and hugged her tightly.
"Are you okay?"
Song Zhixing pursed her lips and shook her head.
Tang Yu communicated with the other party in a low voice and had a simple negotiation, and the other party did not insist.
He turned around to look at her, and finally, he held her hand. He sighed as if he was helpless. Song Zhixing looked at the two people's hands tightly clasped together, and did not break free.
—
The car was driving forward in the snow and ice.
It was already late when we arrived at the villa. The surrounding houses cast a hazy yellow light on the thick snow.
Song Zhixing looked at the villa inquiringly. It was obvious that no one had lived there for a long time and it was very cold and quiet inside.
"This is Tang Jue's house. Qiqi doesn't like snowy days, so he bought this house and left it empty." Tang Yu turned on the lights, put down his luggage, and turned on the heater in the house.
The temperature did not rise so quickly, so Song Zhixing changed his shoes, stood on the carpet and stamped his feet, rubbing his hands and breathing out.
Tang Yu squatted in front of the fireplace holding a fire starter and looked back at her. Her face was red from the cold, and she was breathing and stamping her feet, which made her look even more childish and cute. She is still an 18-year-old child!
only…
The eyes of this 18-year-old girl are no longer as pure as those of her peers. Instead, she is filled with worries.
How long will it take to mend the pain in her heart
Tang Yu almost invited her because of her cute appearance. But in the end, he just said, "If you feel cold, go upstairs and sleep. The room is cleaned every day, so there won't be any dust."
He felt that she would be delighted.
After all, now she was avoiding him like the plague.
But, to his surprise, she did not go upstairs, but walked towards him. She sat down on the plush carpet in front of the fireplace, searching around with her eyes, "Do you have any more fire starters?"
"You want to play?"
"Yeah. It's quite interesting to watch."
"Forget it, just watch from the side."
Song Zhixing looked at Tang Yu with deep eyes and a soft voice, "Tang Yu, are you afraid that I will burn my hands?"
Tang Yu raised his eyes and glanced at her, "Yeah."
Song Zhixing rested his chin on his knees and was silent for a moment. Then he continued, "I know you want to protect me, but no matter how careful you are, you can't always be foolproof."
Her words made Tang Yu pause in his action of lighting the fire. Then, he continued to nod, his voice steady and powerful amid the sparks, "This time was an accident, there won't be a next time."
She licked her lower lip, "I'm not blaming you."
His eyelids drooped slightly, his eyes fixed on the blue flames, "I just... can't convince myself."
At last, her eyes moistened slightly, and her voice changed a little, "I always keep thinking about what my father looked like when he died, and what my mother looked like when she was desperate..."
Tang Yu's breathing became heavier, and at this moment, the firewood was lit. The fireworks illuminated the heavy expressions of both people.
She continued speaking in a sad voice, as if she was talking to him, or as if she was talking to herself. "My love for my parents is no less than your love for your mother. Because I never had them, I can't let go, I feel more resentful, and I can't forgive..."
Having said this, she could no longer hide the moisture in her eyes.
Tang Yu felt a dull pain in his chest and held Huo Mu in his hand, "Go to sleep."
"Tang Yu..."
"The doctor said that relaxing is more conducive to pregnancy." Tang Yu interrupted her and looked up at her, "Go upstairs and sleep obediently."
There is no room for argument in these words.
Song Zhixing bit her lip.
All the words he wanted to say were stuck in his throat. He could always read her mind accurately.
Finally, she stood up and went upstairs without saying a word. Tang Yu's voice was a little gloomy, a little sad, and with an unshakable obsession coming from behind her, "No matter how things go, I will not let you leave me. Don't forget, you are my wife now!"
She paused for a moment before walking upstairs again.
———
Although they were on vacation, from that day on, the relationship between the two people not only did not ease, but took a sharp turn for the worse.
During the day, Song Zhixing didn't go anywhere, just sat in the living room and watched TV. She couldn't understand the channels here, so she watched Animal World. As for the night, the two of them slept in separate rooms, and she would lock the door before going to bed. This was not the Tang family, and Tang Yu didn't have the key, so he couldn't break in after all.
But even so, Song Zhixing tossed and turned in the strange bed, unable to sleep.
On the third day after coming here, when she woke up in the morning, Tang Yuren was gone. She searched around the house but couldn't find him. Although she was having a quarrel with him, she still felt very flustered when she suddenly couldn't see him.
I sat by the fireplace hugging my pillow, looking out the door from time to time or looking up at the time on the wall. It felt like every minute was torture.
Where on earth did he go
Just as she was daydreaming, there was a roar of a car outside the door. Song Zhixing was delighted and even forgot about the cold war situation. She threw away the pillow and stood up instinctively. The door was pushed open, and Tang Yu stood at the door with snowflakes all over his body, catching the expectation on her face.
It was very cold outside with heavy snow and strong wind, but seeing the expression on her face, my heart suddenly felt much warmer.
"Waiting for me?" he asked, smiling.
That smile annoyed Song Zhixing. Her emotions were all on her face, and it was hard to restrain them. She threw down the pillow, bit her lip, sat back down, and said in a muffled voice: "... No."