Qingruo wakes up in the morning and cooks breakfast in the kitchen. The yard is small, and the kitchen is very close to the room. As soon as Lin Zhao woke up, he called her loudly on the bed, "Sister, sister..."
Qing Ruo responded, put down the things in her hands and entered the room.
He was still rolling on the bed, and he didn't look at her when he heard the footsteps, rolling all the way to the foot of the bed, "Sister! Good morning kiss!"
Rolling to the side of the bed and raising her head high, she waited for Qing Ruo's good morning kiss.
Qingruo bent down and kissed his forehead, he brought the left cheek over, kissed the left cheek, then turned the right cheek over...
The kiss made him satisfied, and he stood up with his swollen belly and put his arms around Qingruo's neck, as if reluctantly, kissed her forehead perfunctorily, "Sister, I want to wear new clothes."
Qing Ruo had already made the clothes for him yesterday, but he was already thinking about them today.
"Okay, but keep it clean, don't get dirty, don't break..."
Lin Zhao covered his ears, his small face was wrinkled and he didn't want to listen, Qing Ruo was too scary when he was chanting.
Qing Ruo frowned and opened her mouth to try to bite him to scare him, but Lin Zhao was not afraid at all. Instead, he opened his mouth wide to imitate the cry of the little tiger, and rushed towards Qingruo with both hands stretched out on both sides, fangs and claws.
Qing Ruo hugged him and patted his butt, "Naughty."
She exerted a little force, Lin Zhao pouted her small mouth, rubbed her buttocks with one hand, rubbed her shoulders, subdued like a kitten, but muttered softly, "Bad~"
The worst accusation word he would use now is 'bad'.
After breakfast, Qingruo was washing the dishes, and Linzhao, who was wearing new clothes and beaming, ran in from outside, pulling Qingruo's clothes and shaking them coquettishly, "Sister, I want to go out to play."
"Well, go ahead and be safe."
Lin Zhao didn't move, if Qing Ruo looked down at him, he just raised his head, and stretched out a small hand, "Sister, give me some money. I want to eat candied haws."
Qingruo's hands were not clean, so she tapped and told him to wait a while.
Lin Zhao was beside him, unable to stand still for a minute like a worm on his body, watching Qing Ruo wash the dishes helplessly, staring at the bowl with a wrinkled face with bitter hatred.
After washing the dishes, Qing Ruo put the money in his hand, and only halfway through his confession, his little body had already run out of the yard and disappeared.
... on call. Qingruo sighed, you won't become angry and kill people to silence your words in the future, right
Although the money from selling Ye Mingzhu is enough for them to live for a while, but they are not sure how long they will be here, Qing Ruo is still doing some embroidery work to make money.
In the afternoon, she was embroidering a fan, and the sound of pattering footsteps was mixed with crying, and her soft voice was indistinct because of crying, "Sister~ sister~"
Qing Ruo put aside the sewing and scissors on the table, cried and flung herself into her arms, all the hot and wet tears on her small face rubbing against her clothes. Qingruo picked him up and sat on her lap, pushed away his hand rubbing his eyes, his eyes were red from crying, took out the handkerchief and gently blew on him while gently wiping his tears, "Nuanyang is not I'm crying, what's wrong?"
He was out of breath from crying, and at this time he couldn't speak clearly, and it was difficult to speak.
Qing Ruo kissed his forehead and hugged him for a while.
The crying stopped, and Lin Zhao hiccupped a little, "Hi~ my sister, the clothes are broken... woohoo, hiccup~ Nuanyang didn't do it on purpose..."
He pulled one corner of the hem of the clothes to show Qing Ruo, and indeed a piece was torn, and the rustling thread at the corner looked like it had been scratched by a stone when it fell.
Qingruo rolled up his trousers and looked, there was no injury on his leg, "What did you do, did you fall?"
Qing Ruo was not angry, and lightly patted the hand behind him to give him comfort. Lin Zhao wasn't so scared anymore, he hiccupped and said. I ran in a hurry, fell down, and the new clothes broke.
Qing Ruo kissed his forehead, "Did Nuan Yang hurt?"
The big teary eyes tilted his head with tears in his eyes, softly with a small grievance, "It hurt just now. It doesn't hurt now."
Qing Ruo rubbed him again, "Sister, I don't blame Nuanyang, you can remake the clothes if they are broken. But after Nuanyang, you can't rush to throw yourself, so be careful. Sister will be worried, you know?"
Nuan Yang stared at her, supported her and finished speaking gently and slowly, smiling sweetly and cutely, nodded heavily, "Well, Nuan Yang remembered." Stretching out her chubby little finger, "Let's pull the hook! "
"Hook!"
In the folk Qiqiao Festival, there are lantern shows and lantern riddles on the streets at night, and vendors outside have started to set up stalls early. When Nuan Yang came back and saw it, she urged Qing Ruo to take him to play when she stopped crying.
Qing Ruo coaxed her to eat dinner and go out.
The red lights on the street want to meet neighbors, and the hawker stalls on a street are lit with lights and candles. Looking across the street, there are all kinds of lanterns. Young men and women walked together, laughing and laughing.
Although the street is crowded, everyone smiles happily and kindly, and occasionally smiles at each other when they rub shoulders. Makes you feel comfortable and relaxed.
Qingruo led Linzhao, and he chattered so excitedly that he led her through the busy streets like a lion cub leading the way.
He doesn't know how to guess lantern riddles, but the lanterns are beautiful, so I'm called to set them off.
The two picked a lantern in the shape of a little tiger and walked all the way to the moat.
Many people have come together, and the river is full of stars and lanterns of all kinds.
Lin Zhao squatted by the river and carefully put the lantern into the river, puffed his cheeks and blew on it, pointed at the lantern solemnly and said, "You must float to Grandpa the River God~"
Tired from playing, when I walked home for a while, I took Qingruo's hand and waved it coquettishly, "Sister hug~ Nuanyang is so tired~"
Qingruo offered him to get up tomorrow and make the quilt by herself in exchange for taking him home.
Back home, Lin Zhao was already falling asleep, Qing Ruo bent down and put him on the bed, Lin Zhao's hand was still pinching the clothes on her shoulders, and pouted, "Kiss my sister."
Qing Ruo kissed his forehead, "Go to sleep. Be good."
He twisted his body, opened his big foggy eyes, pointed to his mouth, "I want to kiss my mouth."
Qing Ruo was stunned for a moment, then Lin Zhao continued, "Big brother kisses big sister by the river tonight, and my sister wants to kiss Nuanyang too~"
"..." Don't you know there are children by the river, these people...
Qing Ruo had no choice but to bend down and touch his mouth.
Just as she was about to get up, her neck was circled, and her lips were pressed together again.
It was too late to get up to speak, the back of the head was clasped by a generous and warm palm, leaving no room for the fierce and domineering kiss.
Lin Zhao let go of Qing Ruo first, the small clothes on his body were all torn, and before he let go of Qing Ruo, he had already pulled the quilt to cover it with one hand.
Qing Ruo stood up with her eyes closed, coughed lightly, "I'll go out first..." You stay calm.
Before finishing the second half of the sentence, Lin Zhao grabbed her hand.
"Qingruo~"
Qingruo couldn't describe the gentle, distressing, and lingering longing that Lin Zhao called her just now. Just two words, already made her heart sore that her eyes hurt.
Qing Ruo opened her eyes. He had already half sat up on the bed, his strong upper body was exposed in the air, with graceful lines, and he had restored a more astonishingly perfect face than before. His silver hair was smooth, and the sharp corners spilled onto the bed. The room is full of shimmering glass reflected in the colorful light.
Lin Zhao was looking down at her hands, holding them together, he lowered his head, if he couldn't see his emotions clearly, he could only see his tightly pursed lips, his chin tightened into a sharp corner, somewhat Sharp sharpness.
Lin Zhao lowered his head and approached her hand, the warm and humid breath slowly approached, starting from fingertips, his lips, his tongue, twisting her hand from fingertips, phalanx, finger back, Inch by inch was occupied and eroded by his breath.
The itching from the blood to the bones spread from the numbness to the bone, and Qingruo couldn't help but shrink back.
Overwhelmed by his scent, it is cold and quiet with the fragrance of grass and trees.
In the blink of an eye, Qing Ruo had already been carried to the bed and pressed under him.
Lin Zhao's eyes were red, with tears in his eyes that did not fall.
Feeling distressed, Yu Mantian's nostalgia rejoices.
Qing Ruo clasped his hands together in front of his chest, wrapped his big hands outside, and was tightly sealed. Lin Zhao looked at her, with his chin resting on his four hands, "I still remember the first time I saw you. Your hands Put it on the big clock, it is perfect like a piece of the most outstanding artwork presented by heaven and earth."
Qing Ruo smiled, "How does your body feel?"
He lay naked next to her, and the gentle warmth in his body poured into his skin layer by layer through his clothes.
Lin Zhao sighed softly, "I'm fine. But I feel so bad." Without cultivation, she still has a child with her. He only needs to look at her hands to know how much hardship she has gone through during this period.
The four hands were pressed together, and the palms of Qing Ruo slowly sticky with fine sweat.
She heard Lin Zhao's gentle voice that seemed to come from the bottom of her heart, "It's my fault, I should compromise and treasure you so that I don't feel so distressed now."
Lin Zhao helped her take off her clothes, swept the broken cloth on the bed to the floor, and hugged Qing Ruo into his arms, the two skins touched each other, spreading warmth, a warmth that would make one addicted to death without regret or complaint.
Lin Zhao put his chin on the top of her hair, interlocked her fingers with one hand, "Do you want to go back to the Immortal Realm?"
This place must not be able to stay any longer. A perfectly fine child disappeared, and a beautiful silver-haired man appeared. There are too many problems, so it is better to change the place directly.
The two people intertwined their fingers, Qingruo leaned against his strong and powerful chest, and the body that had been tense for a while was feeling exhausted due to relaxation, and rubbed against the pillow, "Whatever." The words had already taken on a hazy drowsiness.
Lin Zhao bowed his head and kissed the top of her hair, "Go to sleep."
"Well~"
The person in his arms breathed slowly and slowly.
Lin Zhao hooked his lips, and the spell that had already surged to his fingertips was pressed back to his body.
No, no, no, she suffered so much hard work, her hands turned from tender to rough, and her whiteness was stained with marks. He is too bastard to restore it to its original state with a single spell.
In fact, Lin Zhao really wanted to destroy the world the moment he recovered. He couldn't accept that the idiot who was tearful, coquettish and still complaining wronged in front of Qing Ruo was him.
But Qingruo is kissing him. His Qingruo is kissing him.
Reaching out to pull her was completely a subconscious conditioned reflex.
The hand that came into contact was strange but familiar with the touch in his memory. The strangeness came from Linzhao, and the familiarity came from Nuanyang.
Qingruo took him with her at that time, a small one that seemed to know nothing but acting coquettishly.
She lost her cultivation, and had to relearn many things in life, such as lighting a fire, cooking, washing clothes, and doing housework. Including caring for him when he was sick.
Lin Zhao rubbed her little hands, very grateful that he was still a jerk back then, and he would drag her to die with him if he died, so he won the bet. That vague but heaven-defying exercise really took him to the last step.
If it was now, without 200% certainty, he would never want her to take another risk.
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Qing Ruo, Qing Ruo.
Can you hear my heart.
Every beat calls your name.
Clear.
—[Black box]