"Um."
Very good, very good, there is no better person than you.
He asked in a low voice, "Do you know me?"
"Yes," she smiled softly, "in my last life, I knew you."
She looked at him.
I know you, and I regret that you no longer remember me.
But it's okay, I always remember you.
Zhou Shengchen still leaned over and looked at her until she closed her eyes and kissed her lightly on the forehead.
He gradually entered into an objective mode of thinking without any emotion.
He has a good memory, and he still remembers how he heard the doctor say that she was out of danger, and how he walked down the second floor. Uncle Lin used the most concise way to tell him about the unexpected circumstances.
Not very toxic, old ingredients. Long-term erosion is the most deadly injury.
What is it? A cup of tea, or a stick of incense, or a delicate refreshment, are all possible.
"Do you think our family, if we want a girl to disappear, we need to use such gentle means?"
This is why he suspects.
Since the purpose is clear, if it is a mother, why do you need to infiltrate it like this
Or is it too easy to trust yourself? There are very few people who can approach the right time freely. In addition to the confidant, there are also plums... The most feared things will eventually happen. Everyone around me has followed for many years, and everyone is involved in too many relationships behind it. Human behavior is ultimately for a certain purpose. What is it that needs to be repeated over and over again to kill her
He is resolving the relationship behind everyone and the possibility of various purposes.
When it's time to fall asleep again, it seems a lot more at ease.
Breathe evenly soon.
Zhou Shengchen raised his hand inadvertently, gently bent her index finger, and touched her face.
During the rest days, Zhou Shengchen stayed with her at home. In the end, Yidu began to protest and let him do what he needed to do. There were some things she didn't feel embarrassed to say that she was basically unable to do anything when she was around her 24 hours a day like him, and she was always distracted to pay attention to him.
It's Zhou Shengchen, it's time to read books and work.
She was afraid that he would not be used to living here for a long time, so she proposed to go to the small building he prepared for the newlyweds. He refused, only slightly changed the layout and furnishings here to make the environment more suitable for her cultivation.
Comfortable everywhere, with careful attention to details.
She was really hurt by this illness.
When the parents came, they were really frightened by her haggard appearance.
Shiyi was afraid that his parents blamed Zhou Shengchen for not taking good care of him. He repeatedly said that he rarely went to the gym in the past six months and his body was so bad that appendicitis became like this.
Regarding the treatment, Zhou Shengchen said that he chose conservative treatment at the time and did not have surgery. She also felt that if the drugs can reduce inflammation, it is best not to enter the operating room. "I'm afraid of pain," she tapped gently on the back of his hand and arm with her fingers, "I'm actually very squeamish...not only afraid of pain, but also afraid of the dark," she joked and looked at him, "you will think Am I squeamish?"
When in Wuzhen, because some sounds like nothing, they will let him speak with him until dawn.
Zhou Shengchen meticulously wiped every finger of her with a hot and humid towel: "No."
"seriously?"
"very serious."
"In addition to reading, I can paint, cook, clean the room, and dub..."
He laughed: "Very all-rounder."
In fact, the most proud of them were all taught to her by him.
He cleaned her hands, then pulled up some cashmere blankets for her, and brought pastries to her. She looked at his wet hair just now after taking a shower, and touched it casually: "It's all autumn, always like this, you will catch a cold."
"Don't be afraid, you have your secret recipe." He smiled, his voice slightly soft.
She knew he was talking about the perilla leaves that had been soaked for him.
The eyes of the two people looked at each other through thin lenses.
A certain feeling, quietly breeding.
He coughed softly, got up from the sofa, and went to look through the discs in the disc cabinet: "Watch a movie?"
Shi Yi felt funny, and thought for a while: "Look at Xun Qin Ji, you can watch it for a few days and pass the time."
"Okay." He didn't care, bending down to plug in the switch of the DVD player.
From her, you can see his shadow on the unturned TV screen.
Very clear outline.
He looks at the DVD player, she looks at him.
The light blue fleece trousers and white shirt are the same as the last time I lived in my own home. It's clean and simple, and I should look triumphantly at times. I lie down on the side of the sofa with my face buried in the blanket. I look almost silly.
Zhou Shengchen finally finished the disc, picked up the black remote control from the TV, and turned around to say something to her.
But when I saw her posture, she immediately saw through her careful thoughts: "Sometimes you see how I feel, and it really makes me feel like I am a star."
"Am I so superficial?" Shi Yi covered half of his face with a blanket and said in a dull voice, "Zhou Shengchen, I love you."
He answered, and laughed uneasy.
Late September.
The Wang family's mother-in-law came suddenly, followed by the Wang's parents and grandchildren who had a relationship and a few well-dressed middle-aged women. It has been months since I saw her last time, and the elderly mother-in-law is still polite to her, even a little more kind. When the mother-in-law sat down on the sofa, she gently pulled the hand of the time and sat down, as if she knew she was not in good health.
"What about this young master, he's a bit anxious, and the wedding is too close, so don't give her mother-in-law any more time," the mother-in-law smiled and lightly held the hand of the time. "There are only six sets. Look, do you like it?"
Shi Yi suddenly went to see Zhou Shengchen.