He leaned against the bed, felt her surprise, his face gradually turned a little embarrassing, stretched out his hand to tuck her in the quilt, limped and turned back to his bed, tried to smile naturally: "Nightmare , thought you..."
Before she finished speaking, Feng Zhiwei understood everything.
During that period of torment without knowing life and death, he has been guarding like this all the time, right? During those long and frightening nights, he has always been in such panic, right? She lost her breath in constant nightmares, and kept waking up to watch her life and death, so that she formed a habit, and after she was out of danger, she still woke up from nightmares.
How many times does it take to wake up at night, and how heavy and deep worry does it take, to form such a habit that is close to compulsion
Feng Zhiwei didn't speak, just stared at the roof for a long time, then blinked.
shed tears.
"Come on, take your medicine."
"Oh... hey, Ning Yi, look!"
"Don't look, Ning Cheng won't show up, Yan Huaishi didn't come, the assassin doesn't exist at all, and the child in Hua Qiong's belly is fine... I said Feng Zhiwei, you are tired of this trick, don't try to divert my attention anymore —Take medicine."
"oh."
A certain person who wanted to be caught cheating obediently went to take the medicine bowl.
"I'll feed you." Ning Yi stepped aside, "Otherwise you don't know what tricks to play."
"It's inconvenient for you, what are you feeding?" Feng Zhiwei dodged, "I'm afraid you might feed it into my nose."
"I can see you." Ning Yi replied simply, but it seemed to have a deep meaning.
Feng Zhiwei stopped talking, her eyebrows drooped, she was not a willful child, she knew that the good medicine was bitter, but this medicine was too horrible, even the urine of a boy was probably better than this, she drank it for many days, not only I didn't get used to drinking, and the more I drank, the more afraid I became.
It has been a while since she woke up, except for this horrible medicine, Feng Zhiwei has enjoyed the best treatment since she was a child - surrounded by relatives and friends, and His Highness personally taking care of her. With great patience and meticulousness, after a few days, when Feng Zhiwei has the strength to refuse, some things have become a habit, and it will become hypocritical to refuse again.
Getting along day and night has always been the best way to eliminate the hostility and resistance in the depths of consciousness, and it is also the easiest way to make people who survive the disaster relax and soften their hearts. They are two people who have a similar mind and a tacit understanding Afterwards, gradually became less alienated, more kind, less guarded, and more tender.
There was a crisp sound of cups and silver spoons clashing, and Ning Yi, who was sitting in front of her couch, looked peaceful. The medicinal juice in the silver spoon not only smelled horrible, but also had an aggressive smell. He didn't seem to notice it, and even sniffed it on his own lips. , before handing it to her mouth.
Feng Zhiwei looked at the lingering hot air, his eyes were dimmed at the moment, his heart was blocked, and he swallowed a mouthful of medicine unknowingly.
It was very quiet all around, and there was a rat-like sound on the roof—it was Young Master Gu eating walnuts, and it sounded very peaceful.
Unyieldingly fed a bowl of medicine, Feng Zhiwei let out a long breath, and before she could speak, the snow-white handkerchief was already gently pressing the corner of her lips, "Don't move."
Wiping away the remaining medicinal juice on her lips, Feng Zhiwei opened her mouth again, and this time a sweet thing was thrown into her mouth.
"Nine pickled honey plums from Longxi." Ning Yi seemed to be eating it himself, "I think it looks good."
"They are all treated as children." Feng Zhi smiled, "I was sick when I was a real child, and I didn't get this treatment."
"Then I will supply it to you now." Ning Yi smiled and stroked her hair, "Double."
Feng Zhiwei's heart trembled again, she turned her eyes away, looked at the autumn scenery outside the window, and said, "Today's weather is fine."
"Go sit outside and get some air."
Young master Gu floated down, picked up the patient with one hand, and picked up the soft couch with the other, and sent the person out without bothering His Highness. His Highness, who wanted to hug the beautiful woman with soft jade and fragrance, followed with a little anger.
Young Master Gu laid out a soft couch for Feng Zhiwei in a clumsy manner, put her on it, and covered her with three layers of blankets. Feng Zhiwei was buried in the thick blanket, with only a pair of eyes exposed, struggling to get along with her. He said thank you.
Satisfied, Young Master Gu sat back on the roof and continued to eat walnuts. Feng Zhiwei asked Ning Yi for help, "Hurry up... I'm crushed to death."
Ning Yi smiled, took off two layers of blankets, rearranged the messy mattress for her, and said a little proudly: "Look, you still can't live without me."
Really narcissistic, Feng Zhiwei refused to admit it, "It's only for the time being."
"It's fine for now." Ning Yi sat beside her, "I hate you for being too strong."
Feng Zhiwei stopped talking, and the two of them sat quietly, the autumn colors were deep, the garden was full of red maples, mixed with various colors of chrysanthemums, light purple and bright yellow, gorgeous and bleak, the sky was high and far away, and there were occasional northern geese flying south , the light black wings drew a pure white arc, sweeping away a cloud.
Sitting and lying down, two people share each other's silence in the quiet autumn scenery, listening to the petals scattered from the branches, listening to the birds' wings skimming the dewy grass tips, listening to the crystal water pouring down from the broken lotus leaves Beads, it doesn't matter if you see it or not, it's not that important, the scene is in the heart, and the person is in the heart.
The silence lasted for a long time, until there was a faint sound in the distance, as if walking towards the yard in a hurry, Feng Zhiwei raised her head and smiled slowly.
"Take care," she said.
Ning Yi slowly leaned down, warm breath brushed against her ear, Feng Zhi gave way slightly, but couldn't go anywhere, felt his lips finally sticking to his ear, moist and soft, just like the tone of his voice Lightly, "Wait for me."
Feng Zhiwei remained silent, and he gently bit her earlobe, with neither light nor heavy force, a little tingling and itching, but it didn't seem to be the earlobe.
His gorgeous and cool breath is like an autumn cloud covering it from a distance, and his eyes are like a swaying boat, whose heart he wants to carry, and sail across the other shore of separation.
She didn't speak, but he refused to let her, there was a low breath in her ear, light and shallow, as if she was afraid of shocking her fragility at the moment, but there was a bit of indomitable strength in the bite, Feng Zhiwei could only smile helplessly Get up, push him away, cover your ears with your hands, and said for a while: "I always wait for you to return to Beijing together."