"I'm afraid you'll dislike me," Zhong Mingwei held Ah Chou's face, and kissed it from the smooth forehead all the way to the small dark red scar on his chin. Then the man put his forehead against Ah Chou's forehead, and said softly, "You will be old by then. I will only be older than you, and my face may be wrinkled. Old and ugly. I can't stand it..."
"Others can't stand it, but I'm sure I can," Ah Chou gently rubbed the tip of the man's nose. While breathing the man's breath, he said softly, "Who made you my man. I can't see enough in this life."
Zhong Mingwei didn't speak. The eyelashes trembled twice, and A Chou's eyelids were scratched lightly, making A Chou's eyelids itch. Now rubbed against the man's face. Then whispered: "What are you thinking? Why haven't you spoken?"
"I was thinking about how much incense I burned in my previous life. I was so lucky to meet you in this life, girl. You don't even know how happy I am..." Zhong Mingwei sighed softly, while stretching out his hand to embrace Ah Chou into his arms. "Girl, I've been in a daze and fear for the past six months. You're right in front of me. I'm so happy, but I'm always a little uneasy. I always feel that it's too unreal. How can people be so happy? How can they be so happy?" What about the day..."
"Zhong Mingwei," Ah Chou suddenly cut off the man's words, she sat up straight, held the man's face in her hands, looked at the man with her black eyes without blinking, "kiss me."
In the next second, the man's warm lips were printed on her.
"Are you still in a trance?" Between lips and teeth, Ah Chou* asked anxiously, "Are you still restless?"
Zhong Mingwei didn't answer, but tightened his grip on the girl in his arms.
"Still, are you still uneasy?" A ugly man was a little confused, but he still put his arms around the man's neck and asked, "Zhong Mingwei, tell me, are you still uneasy?"
"Girl, with you here, I don't have any worries," the man leaned too close to Ah Chou's forehead, and the two breaths blended together, "As long as you are here, I will be at ease in this life."
"Zhong Mingwei..." Ah Chou pursed his shiny lips and said softly.
"What's wrong?" Zhong Mingwei stared at those red lips without blinking, thirsty unbearably.
"Kiss me again, I like you so much..." As he spoke, Ah Chou slightly pouted his lips.
The next second, Zhong Mingwei suddenly lifted the quilt and covered the two of them.
"Don't, don't get dirty again..." Under the quilt, Ah Chou said worriedly, "Ink is good, but it's hard to wash. Last, last time I stained all my clothes..."
"I'll wash it for you if it's dirty!" Zhong Mingwei couldn't help but shut his chattering little mouth.
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The New Year's Eve dinner for the two of them only had one dish, which was stewed miscellaneous fish in a big pot. Originally, Ah Chou wanted to make a few more, but Zhong Mingwei was so busy that he stopped him. It was not because he was afraid of eating leftovers for a few days. After this year, Ah Chou has been busy for several days, and even fried a big basket of meatballs in the afternoon. Zhong Mingwei is really distressed, and doesn't want her to run around in and out of the house anymore.
Both Zhong Mingwei and Ah Chou like to eat stewed fish with pancakes, but they don’t usually eat it very often. Once the stewed fish is made, it is a big pot. It can’t be finished in one meal, and it always needs to be heated up for two or three meals. It was too heavy, so Ah Chou didn't cook it easily. This time, he made a big pot on New Year's Eve and didn't need any side dishes. The two of them sat around a stove and ate with gusto.
"What kind of fish is this?" Zhong Mingwei pointed to a palm-length fish in the pot and asked Ah Chou, "It seems that I have never eaten this kind of fish before."
"Oh, this is loach. It has few thorns and tender meat. It's delicious. It's cold and hard to catch. There are not many fish sellers at the old man's house. Fortunately, I went early to grab a few," Ah Ugly said in a hurry, while putting a whole loach into Zhong Mingwei's bowl, he urged him to eat, "It's just a thorn in the middle, just go away, eat it quickly!"
Zhong Mingwei removed the thorn in the middle of the loach as he said, and then put his own bowl in front of Ah Chou, while involuntarily grabbing the bowl from A Chou's hand.
"Why are you like this?" Ah Chou was weak, and the bowl in his hand naturally fell into the man's hand, so he had no choice but to pick up the bowl full of loach, and ate it with gusto, his eyes turned to him from time to time. The man stared there, the more he looked, the more his brows and eyes became curved.
"Eat your fish well, it will get stuck in the fishbone soon." Zhong Mingwei told Ah Chou helplessly, this girl is not afraid of cramps in her eyes, he is worried in his heart.