King Qin put away his pen and ink, stretched out his hand to pull Hua Rong, and then he noticed her staring eyes. For some reason, his face turned red and his voice was raspy: "Girl, are you hungry?"
She smiled and nodded. King Qin didn't know what to say. He was aroused by a strange emotion in his heart. He bent his arms and hung the pen and ink bag around his neck. He stretched out his hands, picked up the big and small, and ran quickly. : "Eat, there's something good to eat tonight..."
"Gee, Dad, please slow down..."
"Dad, lift me up higher..."
"Dad, there is a wild fruit on my head, I want to eat the fruit..."
"Dad..."
The sweet voice filled my heart with happiness. It turned out that having a home and a family was such a wonderful thing.
Several dishes, a pot of wine, and sliced wild goat meat were served on a large Ru kiln plate with ice-green cracks. The careful cook also placed a wild alfalfa on top, which looked fresh and refreshing.
King Qin picked up the chopsticks and put a few pieces of meat on the little tiger's head: "Son, do you like to eat this?"
A cup of wine was handed over and placed in front of him. A woman's gentle voice said: "Qin Shangcheng, drink and see if this wine is good?" He took the cup and drank it in one gulp. A few pieces of meat were already caught in his mouth. In the bowl, the voice was still so gentle: "Eat something first and then drink." He ate all the meat again.
The little tiger head saw the smile on his face and shouted: "Mom, I want to drink too, and I also want to eat meat..." Hua Rong said softly: "The meat in your bowl is almost piled up into a mountain." "No, ah. The food in dad's bowl is the most delicious. I want his... Mom, I want..." Seeing that King Qin was enjoying the food, he always thought that the food in his father's bowl was more delicious than his own.
King Qin smiled and gave him the meat in his bowl: "You brat, they are all put on the same plate, aren't they all the same?" "No, yours was given by mother, not mine."
In a blink of an eye, King Qin saw Hua Rong's smiling face. She was holding a rice bowl of the same color, with red hands and a celadon bowl. Her eating posture was so beautiful. This was the first time that she had poured wine, served rice, and picked vegetables for him. , like the most virtuous wife.
He picked up the rice bowl, and there was an unreal feeling in the mist. He stared at her, such bright eyes, red lips, and slender fingers, like the tips of green onions. Of course, these are not important. What's important is that she eats with him, takes care of him, and behaves like his wife. How wonderful it is. After half a lifetime of licking blood from a knife's edge, she actually has a home, a wife and children.
His loud voice lowered and became very gentle: "Girl, do you want to drink?"
She smiled slightly and shook her head.
The little tiger head immediately reached out to hold the wine cup: "I drink, I want to drink."
King Qin slapped his little hand away: "Children are not allowed to drink."
Are you not convinced by the big tiger head? Why can't children drink? Seeing that he was about to cry, King Qin handed the wine cup to him. The little tiger smiled broadly, took a sip, and frowned: "It's so bitter... Bah..."
King Qin laughed loudly, and Hua Rong said softly: "This is not good, it will spoil the child."
"A man needs to drink. Don't worry, girl, I won't beat him up. I'll teach him martial arts from tomorrow." He pinched the little tiger's chubby cheeks. "You brat, you have to get up early from tomorrow and follow me every day. Practice, you know?”
The little tiger's eyes were shining, he jumped off the table to get his wooden knife, and asked happily: "Dad, is this what you are practicing?"
"Yes. In addition to knives, there are also guns, bows and arrows. When you learn them one by one, I have many good things for you."
The little tiger head ran back, climbed on the stool, hugged King Qin, and kissed him hard on the face, making him salivate: "Haha, daddy is so good."
Hua Rong served another bowl of rice to King Qin, but when he saw the two of them being intimate, the smile on his face became deeper and deeper.
The night was already deep, and Little Hutou had already fallen asleep in the next room. King Qin came back from handling some matters, and under the light, Hua Rong was sitting sewing a new singlet.
"Girl, it's getting late, please take a rest early."
Hua Rong shook his head: "I'm not tired. You go and rest first."
"Girl, what are you doing this for?"
"The weather is a little cold. I'll make you a singlet."
It was already the end of the twelfth lunar month, and it would be New Year's Eve in seven or eight days. Only then did King Qin realize that the wind was blowing outside the window, and it was not felt during the day, but it was indeed a bit cool at night.
"Those clothes of yours are too thick and too thin, so they are not suitable."
King Qin had been on the island for many years. When he was thirsty or hungry, he would order his minions to prepare food and drink. However, he never felt too cold. When he was cold, he would wear a soap coat or a tiger skin, never considering whether the clothes were suitable. , it was the first time I heard such thoughtful words. When I looked at the room again, I realized that the room had been completely tidied up again. It was completely different from the way the maid had tidied it up. Beauty and comfort. These are the same things, but if the position and matching are changed, everything is different. This is the charm of a hostess!
He looked around, and his eyes fell on the big bed hanging high on the brocade tent. The bed was also changed to a thin quilt with a purer color, and the pillows were also changed. The bridal chamber! The bridal chamber! This is the big bed I used in my bridal chamber! He didn't know why, but he had been thinking about it all day long. He kept thinking about it and never forgot it. Since Hua Rong was injured, he had been unconscious for more than half a year. The remaining time was spent recuperating from other injuries on his body. He spent the night He held her and kept her company at night, but he couldn't go beyond it.
Now, she finally got rid of the lingering hospital bed, and the strong smell of medicine slowly disappeared from the room. Just like the feeling when she saw her calf, her throat tightened again, and the hot blood in her body almost burst from every blood vessel. He came out, breathing heavily, stretched out his hand and put his arm around her shoulders: "Girl, let's take a rest, okay?"
Hua Rong put down her needle and thread, held the big warm hands, and said nothing for a long time.
His hot breath was in his ears, and his voice was so urgent: "Girl..."
This is the most ardent passion of a man who has been suppressed for many years and cannot wait to be released. She understands it all, and her body even trembles slightly because of the hot aura. She slowly closes her eyes and he rubs her hair. , put his hand on her waist, hugged her soft waist, and was about to pick her up, but felt something was wrong. He reached up and touched the tears on her face. He was extremely surprised: "Girl, What's going on here?"
She still had her eyes closed, with tears streaming down her face: "Pengju's memorial day is coming up in the next few days... Qin Shangcheng, after the New Year, I will marry you again, okay?"
He was shocked, but still hugged her shoulders tightly. In his heart, she had always been his wife, but it turned out that she was not yet! What she thinks is indeed different from her own. From Mrs. Yue to Mrs. Qin - how many years have passed! But, what does this matter? Such a long time has passed, but just these few days, what can't be endured
He picked her up, put her on the bed, covered her with a thin quilt, and then said softly: "Girl, everything depends on you. I have been next door these days. You have a good rest and wait until the end of the year." Say it again."
She didn't say anything, just leaned on his chest. Since her husband died, her only support in the world has been lost. Now, she is the only one, only Qin Shangcheng. Who else in the world, in this life, can compare to him? Is he better to himself and to Little Hutou
I had to work hard, use up all my strength to be kind to him and repay him, but the anniversary of Peng Ju's death is coming, and it's just these few days. It's the twentieth day of the twelfth lunar month, New Year's Eve - the warmth of the island, no wind and snow The reminder makes people forget and cannot feel the arrival of the New Year. However, New Year's Eve will eventually come, and every year, I remind myself that it was the day of Peng Ju's martyrdom.
In this situation, how can I be at peace with other men
"Qin Shangcheng, I'm sorry!"
He chuckled: "Girl, it's okay, our family just has a good year together this year."
In the early morning, the morning light first appeared.
The little tiger head was pulled up from the bed, rubbing his eyes in confusion. When he saw the bright big knife in King Qin's hand, he became excited. Gulu jumped out of bed: "Dad, can I use the big knife?"
King Qin lowered his voice: "Don't wake mom, little kid, use the wooden knife first. You won't be able to use the big knife until you are older."
"How long will it take for me to grow up?"
"In a few years."
"How long is a few years?"
"Not long ago? When I woke up and opened my eyes, it has been many years..."
Hua Rong stood at the door and did not open the door. He only listened to the footsteps of the father and son walking away, then slowly went back to sit down and picked up the sewing frame.
The sun has risen.
The little tiger ran back sweating profusely. The wet nurse took him to wash his face. King Qin strode in, also sweating profusely. A basin of washing water was put away, and a warm handkerchief was handed to him: "Wash your face and eat." "
There was that wonderful feeling in his heart again, that gentleness from the heart, that was the gentleness of his wife. After washing his face and wiping off the sweat all over his body, a clean and new singlet was draped on his body, and it was still that gentle. The voice said: "Try it, why doesn't it fit you?"
He put it on and Hua Rong tied the belt for him. He stretched out his hand and found that it fit perfectly all over his body.
He looked at her slightly red eyes: "Girl, did you stay up late last night?"
"It doesn't take long, it's easy to do and it'll be ready in no time."
He stretched out his hand to hold hers, but she took it out with a smile, picked up a tortoiseshell comb from the table next to her, and said softly: "I'll comb your hair into a bun..."
He couldn't believe his ears and couldn't help but reach out and touch his messy hair. The memory was so vivid. When he went to the Kingdom of Jin to play tricks on Jin Wushu, he shaved his hair into a braid and had a bald patch in front to deliver medicine to her. When I was young, I was discovered by her, and then I combed my hair and put on a Dongpo scarf. At that time, I had such a strong desire, how great would it be if she could comb my hair and wear a scarf every day
Her hand slowly caressed the top of his head, so softly, one by one. There was a bronze mirror in front of him. However, he was so excited that he forgot to look at the mirror. Time seemed to have stopped. The surroundings were so quiet, except for those gentle eyes. His hands flew over his head.
A gentle voice: "Okay, take a look, are you used to it?"
The man in the mirror was neatly combed. He was no longer a wild man with wild beard and hair. He looked ten years younger. He was overjoyed and touched his turban with his hand: "Girl, what kind of Dongpo turban is this?"
She smiled and shook her head: "No, this is a valley scarf."