Feng Sujin always felt that she might have forgotten something, as well as some strange dreams from the past, about that boy and that girl, and why she had no memory of them before she was eight years old.
She hadn't thought about these things carefully before, maybe because she couldn't see now and her eyes were all dark, so she couldn't help but think more about things.
A lot of lights and shadows flashed through her mind just now, so fast that she couldn't catch them, so the question just came out naturally.
Jun Mohan was picking off Feng Sujin's fish bones. When he heard these words, his elegant movements paused slightly. He sighed softly and touched Feng Sujin's hair, and said warmly: "Why do you ask like this?"
Feng Sujin pouted and said: "I don't know, it just feels like we knew each other before. Why else would you be so good to me from the beginning, and I always want to be close to you involuntarily? What I have done for you, I don’t want to leave you, I am moved by you, if you don’t know me, I can only say that you are so good that people can’t help but love you.”
When Jun Mohan listened to these words, he felt as if he was listening to love words. His heart moved, and he couldn't help lowering his head and kissing Feng Sujin's lips, "Some love happens without a reason. Don't think too much, just keep it." When you are in a good mood, your eyes will heal quickly."
As he spoke, he used chopsticks to hold the fish meat with the bones removed and handed it to Feng Sujin's mouth, "Open your mouth."
Feng Sujin opened her mouth obediently, and the fish meat entered her mouth. She chewed it, and felt that the fish, which was obviously salty, seemed to have a sweet taste when it entered her mouth.
When Jun Mohan looked at Feng Sujin, his eyes were filled with deep meaning.
Some of Feng Sujin's childhood memories were not good, so he didn't want her to think of them. She just needed to be happy, and those past things didn't matter.
After eating, Feng Sujin couldn't watch TV and didn't feel sleepy while lying on the bed. It was very boring.
Jun Mohan looked at her and held her in his arms, "Can't you sleep? Do you want to listen to some music or something else?"
Feng Sujin thought for a while, then suddenly her heart moved and she said, "I want to hear you tell a story, is that okay?"
When Jun Mohan heard her words, his beautiful eyes flashed with a charming light, "Want a bedtime story? What do you want to hear?"
It seems that children like to listen to bedtime stories, but naturally he dotes on his wife just as he dotes on his children, so as long as she is happy, he will naturally agree.
Feng Sujin couldn't see Jun Mohan's expression clearly, but she could tell that his tone was indulgent and doting, as if he would agree to whatever she said. "As long as it's a story you tell me, I want to hear it."
She couldn't see her husband, and if there was no sound anymore, she would fall into a lonely darkness.
It would be nice if I could hear his voice all the time.
Jun Mohan went to the study to get a book, went to bed, hugged Feng Sujin and told her a story, "Hundreds of years ago, there was a beautiful and kind-hearted girl..."
Jun Mohan searched in the study for a long time, thinking that this unofficial folklore might interest his young wife.
Feng Sujin listened with great interest, as if she was drawn into each story by his low-mellow and moving voice.
His voice was like a lover's murmur, letting her listen, indulge in it, and gradually fall into sleep.
Jun Mohan felt that the person in his arms was getting quieter and quieter. He looked down and found that she was asleep.
Jun Mohan smiled helplessly, put the book on the bedside table, then kissed her forehead gently and lovingly, covered the two of them with quilts, and turned off the lamp.