His voice was even more strange, his throat kept making strange noises, and he almost lost his voice: "Girl, come here..."
But she took a step back, her eyes full of smiles: "No, if you don't get well, I won't come over. Qin Shangcheng, unless you can stand up and walk one day, I won't come over..."
With raging desire burning in his chest, King Qin looked at the little trick in her eyes, threatening, teasing, tender and cunning. It came back. At this moment, he was the seventeen-year-old girl in green shirt again.
How nice.
His heart was beating wildly again. He simply closed his eyes and listened to his own heartbeat.
Even Hua Rong could hear his heartbeat beating like a drum.
This person.
Man!
She bit her lip and walked over, stopped in front of the bed, stretched out her hand to touch his chest, and suppressed her smile: "The heart is beating so fast, have you never seen a beautiful woman?"
He grabbed her and brought her into his arms, but he touched the wound, screamed, and ignored her. He just hugged her like this, even if it hurt. He hugged her hard, trying to rub her thoroughly. Break into pieces and blend into your own body.
It feels like it's been so long, but now, it's finally back, everything is back.
She leaned into his arms and felt the same way, as if a lonely boat that had been drifting in the sea for a long time finally docked and anchored in his harbor. She was too tired and needed to anchor, and he had been Wait there.
His big hands stroked her wet hair, and he used a torn piece of clothing as a big veil, and kept rubbing it for her. This white hair was a testimony of heartbreak. He thought that when he found a way to cure her Before taking the medicine, at least wrap it up for her. Is there anything in this world that can turn white hair into black overnight? That is the passing youth, the deepest sorrow and despair, all because of myself!
She grew gray overnight because of herself.
Strong desire combined with strong distress, his hands were even gentler, gently holding her hair, making every strand clean and smooth.
He said softly: "Girl, can I tie a headscarf for you?"
"Can you also tie a headscarf?"
"I don't know how to learn. Girl, I'll get you the most beautiful headscarf. I'll make sure you're satisfied."
She said sweetly: "Okay, I should wrap it up too, otherwise, the little tiger head will scare him when he sees me."
Just this sentence made King Qin's heart feel like a knife. But he stretched out his big palm as if nothing had happened, got a piece of handkerchief, and wrapped it for her casually: "Girl, when you go back, I will find you many beautiful gauze wraps. I will wrap her with them every day." I will tie the headscarf for you..."
Is this the other way around? Didn't you tie it for him yourself
"Are you cooking for me too?"
"Um."
"Can you give me some sencha too?"
"Um."
"Are you the one who gave birth to the child?"
"Ah..." He promised too smoothly, and now he reacted happily, "Girl, I don't know how to cook, and I don't know how to make tea, but I will definitely learn to make it for you... As long as you like it, I will do whatever you want. I'll do it all for you..." He gently bit her ear and whispered sweetly, "You are only responsible for giving birth to the child, you can ignore the rest..."
"Pooh!"
He couldn't get it right with his hands and feet and couldn't do it for a long time. Hua Rong couldn't sit still and felt strange. When he struggled, his hand loosened and the handkerchief fell to the ground.
"Look, he's so stupid and clumsy..."
Her body softened and he turned around, her anger sealed.
It's his kiss. Even if he can't move, he can at least kiss.
She was dizzy, and it took a while before she struggled to get away from him. She giggled, but couldn't breathe. She was dizzy and felt happy. It was the happiness of living, the happiness of living with him.
How nice.
His rustling voice was thick and nasal, and his throat was still slick with the sweet passion just now, but he was desperate and gritted his teeth: "Damn it, I need to get better soon..."
Hehe, if you don't get well, of course you can't do that. Who doesn't know that he wants to die
Hua Rong gloated, hugged his neck, and bit his ear gently: "You deserve it, it's a waste of time to even think about it... Hahaha..."
King Qin didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and hugged her tighter. Holding her like this was a kind of happiness, not to mention that the two of them were going to get married. He suddenly became very high-spirited: "Girl, when we get married, we will have a banquet for guests and tell the world..."
All the people on the island belong to him, and he can invite whomever he wants. His world is the ocean.
She smiled and said: "If you get married again, will you make Uncle Yang angry?"
"He won't be angry. It's too late for him to be happy for me. Hehe, if he gets angry again, I will ask Xiao Hutou to strip off his beard."
Hua Rong leaned in his arms, feeling so calm. In fact, at this moment, no matter it was Yang Sanshu or anyone else, everything was no longer difficult. Such a difficult life and death had passed, how could he be overcome by any other small difficulties? Knocked down
Never again.
Just when he was brandishing the deer knife in his final attempt like the Lion King, she had already made up her mind. Even if she couldn't take revenge, no one could stop her from getting close to him, even if she had to pay all the costs!
No amount of force will do!
She leaned softly in his arms, gently listening to his heartbeat, her eyelids closed tiredly, feeling comfortable and carefree.
Because of King Qin's injury, everyone walked slowly. Along the way, you can see the fleeing people. Further on, the situation is a little better, and there are already people. But it is still deserted, and the small towns that occasionally pass by have a sense of The situation was so bleak that the people who could escape to the south did their best to do so. Those who were even more unlucky also went to Xiangyang or the Sichuan-Shaanxi area.
The further he walked, the more familiar Hua Rong felt, as if he was revisiting his old place, and then he realized that it was the road leading to Zhongjiazhuang. Little Hutou, he was actually left in Zhongjiazhuang by King Qin
She felt a mixture of sadness and joy, but she couldn't express it. The closer she got, the heavier her footsteps became.
Even Lu Wenlong's steps became heavy and he looked at this magical land from time to time. In fact, he was observing carefully along the way, wanting to see what the difference between his homeland and Dajin was.
King Qin saw that both mother and son looked wrong. He stretched out his hand from the stretcher, held Hua Rong's hand tightly, and asked softly: "Girl, the little tiger head is fine, you don't have to worry."
In fact, she was not worried about the safety of the little tiger head. She seemed to be timid about being close to home. Many memories came to her mind, inextricably linked to the escape at sea, the fate of Zhongjiazhuang - even Yue Pengju!
Every one of them, every one of them, how could they be forgotten
At this time, it is already autumn. The autumn tiger has just emerged.
The white willow trees in Zhongjiazhuang have not changed. The heavy rain a month ago made the scenery along the way seem to have come to life. It is truly beautiful mountains and clear waters. In the shade of green poplars, this is a relative paradise. Perhaps it is the heroic soul of the old Zhongjinglue husband. Suppressing the surrounding demons and ghosts, this place has always had good weather and has the largest population.
From a distance, a child ran towards me.
The child was very stout, with a short braid that reached the sky, bare arms, a golden tiger skin apron around his waist, and small boots. He was holding a wooden short gun in his hand and was chasing a spotted dog. Behind him, an old scholar held a long ruler and chased him, panting: "Little Hutou, don't run away... Come back and study quickly. If you don't study again, you will be spanked..."
This little guy apparently sneaked away during class when the old gentleman wasn't paying attention.
The little guy didn't care what the old man was saying. He was running and cheering, but suddenly he stopped and looked curiously at the group of people who stopped in the distance. Around him, there were some herding cattle and sheep, and some men in the crop fields, He also inadvertently put down his work and looked at the group of people warily.
Hua Rong was also stunned, staring at the child in a daze. He had grown so big and was tanned. However, those bright eyes were still so big, so round, and bright, as if there were hidden things inside. Endless curiosity and fantasy.
Her eyes were moist, and she jumped off the horse. She just looked at him, unable to speak, and forgot to run up and hug him.
The child also stared at her blankly, looking at this strange woman. She wore a scarf on her head, covering all her hair. Her clean face and tearful eyes looked so familiar, but she could no longer recognize her for the moment. Who is it
It was the man on the stretcher who spoke first, his voice full of ecstasy: "Son... little bastard... come here, son... little tiger head... Dad is back, your mother is back..."
"Abba, Abba..." he cheered, waving his wooden gun and rushing forward. He even forgot about the Dalmatians chasing him, and kept shouting, "Aba, Abba..."
He recognized his father, but he was no longer a stranger to his mother.
Halfway through, his little body was hugged by a pair of hands. Hua Rong hugged him and burst into tears. Son, this is her son.
He rolled his eyes sluggishly and kept looking at King Qin in front of him. He recognized his father better because he spent much longer time with his father than with his mother. He couldn't stop in her arms. Struggled and surprised, but felt that the hug gradually became familiar, as if on the beach, her mother hugged her like this, and sprinkled a lot of fine sand on her body... He stretched out his hand to push her, but it was soft to the touch. Her face was filled with tears. He was surprised and stopped.
King Qin stared at him from the stretcher next to him, laughing and scolding: "You little bastard, you don't recognize your mother anymore? Aren't you making trouble every day to find your mother? Why don't you recognize her when you see her? Hurry up and shout. Mom, shout..."
He shouted, drowning Hua Rong's sobs: "Abba, Abba..."
King Qin laughed: "Call mom... hurry up, or I won't like you anymore. Call me..."
The child was threatened and blushed, and because of the mother's tears, the mother and child's instincts were revealed, and they timidly shouted: "Mom..."
"Son..." Hua Rong stroked his braid and burst into tears.
His wooden gun fell to the ground, but he chuckled. It was the nature of mother and child, the harmony between parent and child, and he stretched out his fat arms to hug her neck: "Mom, mom, you didn't even come to me. .I look forward to your return every day...Mom, where have you been? Why did it take you so long to come back?"
"Son, mother will never leave you...never leave you again..."