"I never watch movies." Su Nianqin finally stopped what he was doing and slowly uttered these words, each word sounding stiff and cold.
He was a little annoyed.
However, being angry is always more interesting than having no reaction. Sang Wuyan achieved the desired effect and continued the topic with satisfaction.
"Then I'll invite you to watch next time."
"No. Thank you." The man squeezed out these words from between his teeth.
"You can try it. There are many different ways of life and lives in this world, but we can only experience one of them. Movies are like a program that allows you to try different flavors in a short period of time. It's like an adventure that goes off track."
“It’s like reading.”
“Movies are more direct.”
“It makes no difference to me.”
“Do you cry when you read novels?”
"… Won't."
"I cry when I watch a movie. If the characters in the movie are sad, I will be moved too."
"That's because the emotional structure between men and women is different." He paused, "Maybe you like to cry." His tone was full of sarcasm, completely different from the cautiousness he had when he carried her downstairs just now.
Sang Wuyan paused for a moment when she heard his unusually impolite tone, then said, "Yes, for example, I want to cry right now."
These words were really spoken with a tearful tone, which surprised Su Nianqin a little. Then she heard Sang Wuyan burst into tears.
Sang Wuyan originally wanted to threaten him because this man was really stubborn. When she heard his cold and indifferent ridicule, she felt sad. She just wanted to talk to him a few more words to ease his cold attitude. She didn't expect that she could not help crying.
Once the tears burst out, it became uncontrollable.
"What did I do wrong? Why are you always so mean to me? I wanted to help you when we met in the elevator, which was wrong. I wanted to take you home on Valentine's Day, which was wrong. I asked you to pretend to be a couple with me, which was wrong. I helped Xiaowei buy things, which was wrong. I was very sick and couldn't sleep, so I got up to chat with you, which was really wrong. So you hate me and have to be sarcastic to me, right?"
She pulled out a tissue, wiped her nose, and continued to complain: "I feel dizzy now, as if there is a hammer pounding in my head, it's so uncomfortable. Not only did you not sympathize with me, you were also mean to me."
The originally quiet living room was now filled with Sang Wuyan's crying.
Su Nianqin was sitting next to her, feeling helpless and frustrated. When he heard her crying stop, he said, "The water is cold." Then he handed her the cup, hoping to divert her attention.
The tone was indeed much softer than before.
Sang Wuyan drank a few sips, moistened his throat and continued to wipe his tears, choking and saying: "I am a patient, how can you be so cruel as to bully me like this?"
Su Nianqin felt a little regretful. This was the first time in her life that she had meddled in other people's affairs and ended up like this. So she didn't dare to talk to her again, fearing that something else would happen. So she opened the book she had just been reading and continued to read. However, her speed was much slower than before.
Sang Wuyan wrapped herself in a quilt and curled up at his feet with her back against the sofa. She felt a little tired after crying for a while. In addition, Su Nianqin was almost like a wooden man and didn't even say a word. She gradually felt bored. In the end, she didn't even feel sad anymore and almost forgot why she was crying.
After a while, Su Nianqin heard her gradually become quiet. Some of her words turned into intermittent murmurs, and later they were almost inaudible. Finally, her breathing became long.
Maybe he fell asleep
His fingers paused, and he listened quietly for a few seconds to make sure she was asleep.
After coming to this conclusion, Su Nianqin finally breathed a sigh of relief. She had cried in front of him twice so far, and each time was inexplicable and shocking.
He put away the cup and the book and left quietly, fearing to wake her up and get into trouble again. He took a few steps but turned back, a little hesitant.
Because the sofa was covered with thick carpet, she sat on it and talked to him casually. But if she was allowed to curl up on the floor and sleep until dawn, she would probably get sicker.
Thinking of this, Su Nianqin sighed lightly and turned back.
"Sang Wuyan." He called her, "You have to sleep on the bed."
She responded and continued to sleep in a daze. Su Nianqin had no choice but to pick her up again. He had just picked up Sang Wuyan with her consent when she was awake. Now she was already unconscious, and thinking about the embarrassment of carrying her down the stairs just now, he simply decided not to pick her up.
However, he knew that she had fallen asleep with great difficulty, and if he woke her up directly, it might be even more uncomfortable. He stood in the middle of the room, and after a moment of silence, he decided to turn on the heater and then go back to sleep.
So, the two of them exchanged positions, he slept back in his own bed, and she slept under the sofa in the living room.
He was lying alone on the bed where Sang Wuyan had just slept, feeling a little insomniac. As soon as he closed his eyes, he thought of the contract he signed yesterday, the lyrics, the messy music scores, the show he had watched at the welfare home on Saturday, and even thought of Sang Wuyan.
Su Nianqin couldn't help but touch the scar on his hand that had not yet disappeared after being burned by her, and then touched the blind watch that had not been removed from his wrist. It was a watch with raised marks and special hands, which could read the time through the touch of fingers. He opened the cover of the watch and touched it again: it was already two o'clock in the middle of the night without knowing it.
After a while, he got up again and walked into the living room in the dark. The temperature was lowest near dawn, so he deliberately turned up the heat a little. Now, on this early spring night in March, it was a little too warm.
He squatted down and touched Sang Wuyan's quilt. Most of it had been thrown aside because she felt hot. He fumbled for the corner of the quilt and covered her back. Just as he let go, Sang Wuyan opened it again.
He covered it again and she opened it again.
Now, Su Nianqin began to feel a little annoyed.
He had never taken care of anyone in his life, especially in this situation. He covered the quilt again with a little annoyance, and fixed it there without letting go. He stayed there for a minute or two, during which time Sang Wuyan tried to resist, but it didn't work after he moved a bit, so he changed his position wisely and continued to sleep.
When he let go, he thought that if Sang Wuyan dared to open her eyes again, he would wrap her in the quilt with a rope and tie her up.
The result satisfied him and she submitted obediently.
After Su Nianqin checked his victory, he went back to his bedroom and continued to sleep. After lying down, he began to think about other things. For example, it takes seventeen steps from here to the sofa; to go out, he needs to go down three steps, turn right and walk twenty-two steps to open the fence to reach the main road; from the teacher's office to the classroom opposite, it takes nineteen steps? Or more? He is not sure. He has not been to class for half a month. Besides, every time he was measuring his steps, there were always children running around to interrupt him. Not only the children, but Sang Wuyan also likes to interrupt him.
Thinking of the three words "Sang Wuyan", Su Nianqin once again got up and went to the living room worriedly.
He leaned over and touched her forehead, which seemed even hotter than it had been in the evening.
He didn't have much knowledge of medicine and nursing, so he didn't know what to do. He could only find a cooling patch in the medicine box and put it on her forehead.
Sang Wuyan moved, and seemed to be sleeping not very soundly, occasionally uttering a few words in his sleep.
He frowned and thought for a moment, then carried her and the quilt back to the bedroom.
The next day, Sang Wuyan saw Su Nianqin and asked, "I seem to remember that I slept in the living room last night. How come it became the bedroom?"
"Yeah." Su Nianqin responded casually and put the fried eggs on the table.
Seeing Su Nianqin looking tired, Sang Wuyan asked, "You didn't sleep last night? What did you do?"
"Are you still eating?" he asked impatiently and threw another pair of chopsticks to her.
Sang Wuyan looked down at the burnt egg on the plate and asked timidly, "Are you sure this won't kill you?"
"I'm sure!" Su Nianqin squeezed out three words from between his teeth with anger.
On the third day, the rash was at its worst, covering every part of her body. The doctor said she would recover quickly if she could get through it.
She didn't like lying alone in the room, as it seemed lonely, so she moved to the sofa in the living room.
The cream-colored sofa was large enough to accommodate her comfortably, including her pillow and quilt.
Su Nianqin didn't talk much to her, so Sang Wuyan was just talking to herself, which was boring. Plus, due to the drugs, she fell asleep while talking.
After a while, Su Nianqin came over and cooled a cup of hot water on the coffee table, then stood quietly beside the sofa for a moment. After making sure that she was sleeping soundly, he took the key and went out to buy food.
On the fourth night, she woke up in the middle of the night and suddenly felt refreshed. When she looked in the mirror, she found that the rash had subsided a lot.
She tiptoed to open the door and walked to the sofa, and found that Su Nianqin was already sleeping on the sofa. He slept very well and quietly, with the quilt covering him well.
The lights were off, but the living room was not completely dark.
Behind the sofa was the five-meter-high floor-to-ceiling window in the living room. The curtains had not been drawn, so the moonlight shone in and fell on Su Nianqin's face, making his brows and eyes look exceptionally gentle, unlike his usual coldness.
Sang Wuyan thought, last time you were caught red-handed, now you can’t see even with your eyes closed, so you leaned down, trying to get a closer look at him.
She held her breath, and the only sound around her was Su Nianqin's gentle breathing.
Sang Wuyan began to feel his heart pounding, as if a deer was running around in his heart.
That face in the hazy night was truly stunning. His long eyelashes drooped quietly, leaving two curved shadows under the moonlight. And his lips—he usually kept them tightly pursed, but now that he was asleep, they relaxed, slightly parted, and looked plump and lovely.
Sang Wuyan pursed her lips, she felt like she was about to do something stupid again.
Suddenly, his eyelashes moved.
He opened his thin lips slightly and suddenly said in his unique slow voice: "I won't let go of two chances in a row."
His action really scared Sang Wuyan.
Her expression was frozen.
In a flash, Su Nianqin's hand had reached the back of Sang Wuyan's head. He pushed down slightly and brought Sang Wuyan's face closer to him.
The tips of their noses almost touched each other.
Those unique eyes looked at her, dark and twinkling, so beautiful that it made her heart flutter.
This man was sometimes arrogant, sometimes indifferent and cold, sometimes irritable and easily angered, and sometimes gentle and compassionate, making her so unpredictable.
She was curious at first, then she was unwilling to accept it. Now, she really liked him.
Thinking of this, Sang Wuyan paused for a moment, then kissed him on the lips. She pecked him boldly and said provocatively, "Do you think I can?"
Su Nianqin was caught off guard by her sudden initiative. He had only wanted to tease her a little longer. The moment her lips came close to his, he seemed to smell the scent of aloe and privet flowers.
In less than a second, she left him.
And that warmth and soft touch still remained between his lips, a little reluctant to leave.
He calmed himself down a little. Just such a simple touch between lips made all the emotions suppressed in his heart suddenly burst out, disturbing his mood.
Suddenly, he realized that he didn't hate her.
No. No. No.
It's not that I don't like it, I even like it. Yes, I like it.
If he didn't like her, why was he disturbed by her when he was playing the piano
If he didn't like it, how could he let her hold his hand and teach him to tell the difference between holly and privet
If he didn't like it, why would he accompany her to the amusement park
If he didn't like her, why did he rush over so quickly when he heard her helpless phone call that night
If he didn't like her, how could he control his temper and take care of her for the first time in his life
If you don't like her, why do you tease her again and again
Sang Wuyan saw Su Nianqin's thoughtful expression and began to reflect on whether she had really gone too far. She wanted to get off him awkwardly, but unexpectedly, Su Nianqin held her back.
"How old are you?" he asked a distant question.
"Twenty-three, what?"
"You can take responsibility for the consequences of your actions." Su Nianqin said in the same provocative tone, then picked up Sang Wuyan and walked towards the bedroom.
Sang Wuyan was furious. Was he really a blind man? How could he open and close the door so skillfully and put her on the bed
He sealed her breath.
"Su..." She finally managed to find a little space to breathe, and just as she uttered a word, Su Nianqin's tongue pried open the gap between her teeth and searched inside unscrupulously.
She broke away from his kiss again and tilted her head to the side, so Su Nianqin kissed her cheek.
He was stunned for a second before sliding towards her earlobe, then down to her neck and then to her collarbone... He unbuttoned Sang Wuyan's men's pajamas one by one and sucked on the snow-white skin on her chest.
The movements were much gentler than before.
"Su Nianqin." She was finally able to call out his name in full from a trance in which she was unable to think.
"Hmm?" he answered while still working on the farm.
"I like you, since the first time I saw you."
Sang Wuyan said these words with a blushing face.
These words seemed like a spell, causing Su Nianqin to stop.
He was stunned for a moment, then he adjusted her pajamas again until his deep breathing calmed down a little, and during this time he just looked down at her as if he could really see with his eyes.
He asked, "Why?"
"Love at first sight!"
Su Nianqin smiled when she heard that.
That was the first time Sang Wuyan saw him smile. His eyebrows were raised, his eyes were shining like stars, and his eyelashes were trembling slightly, which made people feel soft and sweet.
"Blind people can't understand English." said Su Nianqin.
Sang Wuyan pouted, "Then I don't understand why you are so happy?"
Su Nianqin continued to laugh but did not answer.
"Tell me, what are you laughing at?" Sang Wuyan was unconvinced and reached out to poke his armpit. Su Nianqin seemed to be really ticklish and immediately dodged and laughed out loud.
Sang Wuyan persisted, "You only know how to bully me. What about you? When did you realize that you were hopelessly in love with me?" He asked shamelessly while pressing closer and closer on the bed.
Su Nianqin couldn't escape, so she had to hold Sang Wuyan in her arms, not allowing her hands to move, and hugged her tightly.
His chin rested lightly on Sang Wuyan's head, and his eyes were filled with a faint smile.
After a long moment, he whispered, "Maybe on the Ferris wheel."
"What?" Sang Wuyan didn't hear his whisper clearly.
But Su Nianqin refused to repeat it again.