Rebirth: Life Optimization Panel

Chapter 156 It's all in a dream
After burning the paper and putting on the incense, Han Jing got up and went to tidy up the room. In another room, there were quilts on display, all covered with nylon cloth.

After cleaning the room, the dusty room became brighter in a blink of an eye.

"Are you tired?" Han Jing asked.

"That's not it."

Jiang Chengwen sat on a low chair and looked at the orange tree in the yard.

It's very tall, nearly six or seven meters.

This reminded him of the days when he lived with his grandparents in his previous life. It was not too different from here. The only difference was that there was an orchard under his house.

Jiang Chengwen breathed a sigh of relief, put his hands behind his head, and said, "To be honest, life here is really good."

"Suitable for retirement."

Han Jing raised her chin and said, "But if you really live here for a long time, you may feel very comfortable at first, but it will only become more and more boring later on, so you can only live here occasionally."

"Nope."

Jiang Chengwen shook his head and said: "I think this is very good. I remember that there is an orchard under my grandparents' yard. In summer, the whole orchard is full of fruits. I invite three or two friends to bake some small things. Drinking wine and listening to ditties makes me feel pretty good."

Han Jing was a little surprised, blinked and said: "You are not right, dog."

"How to say?" Jiang Chengwen asked.

Han Jing asked: "You are only 17 years old, how can you always think about retirement life?"

Jiang Chengwen smiled without explaining.

It would be nice if it was seventeen, but unfortunately he is thirty-seven.

Jiang Chengwen said: "People say that ideals are full and reality is skinny, but when people are young, they always put their ideals on hold, and when they are middle-aged or old, they will remember that they still have unfulfilled ideals. "

"But you are still young." Han Jing said.

Jiang Chengwen shook his head and said: "It depends on the mentality. Age doesn't determine anything. My idea now is to try all the colorful things in this world. When I get tired of it, I will pursue the ideal life in my heart. "

Han Jing seemed to understand. Looking at Jiang Chengwen, she suddenly realized that she didn't seem to fully understand his heart.

Sometimes, Gouzi is the one who attracts the most attention. Whether it is family, studies, or work, it is all within his reach, but these things are not actually what he wants.

She smiled slightly and said, "Sometimes I really don't understand what you want, Gouzi."

Jiang Chengwen thought for a moment, shook his head and said, "I don't know either."

People are like this. Sometimes, they seem to have determined their goals, but when something appears in front of them, they will always be shaken.

Under the change of concept, living becomes life.

"Stay for two more days," Han Jing said.

She raised her hand and pointed to an open space outside the yard, which was full of weeds, as if it hadn't been cleaned for a long time.

She said, "I'll plant a sea of ​​flowers for you."

Jiang Chengwen was stunned for a moment, a little puzzled, and asked, "Why did you plant it for me?"

"Don't you like this kind of life?"

Han Jing withdrew her hand and said: "Whenever you finish watching the colorful world outside, I will take you back here. Before that, I will come back every year to do one thing. This year, I will sprinkle seeds on the ground. , if it grows well, it will be a sea of ​​flowers next year."

Jiang Chengwen couldn't help being taken aback when he heard this, he asked, "I thought you would scold me."

"Why scold you?" Han Jing asked.

Jiang Chengwen said: "After all, who would like to hear what I said."

He was taken aback for a moment, then realized that he had indeed said something he shouldn't have said.

It was obviously something hidden in my heart, but I said it so casually.

It's not like him anymore.

Han Jing smiled calmly and said, "I like to listen."

She propped her chin, looked at Jiang Chengwen's side eyes, and said, "You never told me this before, you can talk more in the future, at least let me slowly know what you want."

"yes……"

Jiang Chengwen breathed a sigh of relief, he suddenly found that one day he could open his heart and speak his mind.

This feeling is really unusual for him.

"What about you?" he asked again.

"me……"

Han Jing thought for a while and said, "I haven't thought about it, but my idea at this stage is to follow you."

"Slowly there will be."

Jiang Chengwen said: "Tell me when you think about it, and I will guide you on the right track during this period."

"That's not what I said."

"what is that?"

Han Jing put down her hands, straightened up and said, "Just follow you."

……

The horn of the countryside at night is the cry of frogs in the field.

When the sound of frogs and insects in the mountain stream reaches the ears, the sky will gradually dim at this moment.

A few porcelain bowls, a small table, two people sitting in the yard, eating and chatting, accompanied by the sunset and sunset.

The days are so comfortable.

When it was getting late and the sunset was gradually receding, Jiang Chengwen began to put away the bowls and chopsticks.

With the help of the well water washed down from the mountain, I cleaned everything up, felt the evening wind blowing on my face, and heard the singing of frogs and birds.

Jiang Chengwen just sat on the chair and slowly closed his eyes.

Han Jing turned her head and saw that his breathing was gradually calming down.

She got up and walked into the room, took out a blanket, and then carefully covered him.

The night in the country is still a bit cold.

Afterwards, she brought out another plate of smelling the incense. It seemed that it had been left for a long time, and it was slightly damp, but it was not a problem, and it would not kill people at all in the yard.

"Go to sleep."

Han Jing just sat on the chair and accompanied him.

She looked at the bright moon whose outline gradually became clear, and at this moment, she felt extremely relaxed.

In the past, it was Grandpa who sat here with her.

Then she sat alone and looked at the moon.

Up to now, not only the moon is with her, but also the person she loves the most is by her side.

This country yard is no longer so deserted.

She moved her chair and moved closer to Jiang Chengwen. She carefully rested her head on his chest.

Feel the rise and fall of his breath.

This person walked into her life while she was hesitating, and he also didn't dislike her bad birth.

Everything is so just right.

The following days will be just right.

……

In that dream, Jiang Chengwen felt the tenderness on his chest, which made his dream fuller.

It is a cottage in the country, it is a peaceful and leisurely life, it is a sea of ​​flowers or orchards, and there are wheat and rice beyond the horizon.

The things in the dream are so unreal, but so beautiful.

When he woke up, it was already eight o'clock in the evening. He had slept for about an hour, and it was completely dark.

The light in front of the lobby behind him was on, and the light was dim, shining on him, making this night not so dark.

Jiang Chengwen opened his eyes, and he saw that he was covered with a blanket, and Han Jing beside him was lying on his chest.

"Well……"

Han Jing seemed to feel the movement below her body, she stretched out her hand and rubbed her eyes.

"Did I wake you up?" Jiang Chengwen asked.

"No……"

Han Jing pressed against his chest and said, "I'm a little tired."

Jiang Chengwen reached out and put it on her back through the back of her neck.

He patted her on the back lightly and said, "Sleep again."

Running around all the way is a bit tiring after all.

"Ah."

Han Jing's voice was weak, and she didn't open her eyes from the beginning to the end.

Feeling the caress on her back, she was extremely relieved, and wanted to linger on this chest for a while longer.

Somewhat reluctant.

"Dog..."

"Ok?"

"I think……"

Han Jing said intermittently, "Listen to your singing."

"What do you want to hear?" Jiang Chengwen asked.

Han Jing said, "Anything is fine."

The moonlight and dim light scattered on the two of them.

Jiang Chengwen reached out and lifted the blanket on her body, covering her body.

He patted her on the back lightly, taking advantage of the night and the chirping of insects in the mountain stream as an accompaniment.

The coffin is long buried at the bottom of the valley

no forever secret

Get involved in the tragic situation in the rivers and lakes
no one escapes fate

……

Jiang Chengwen sang softly, accompanied by a deep and soft moan, which added a layer of haze to the night.

The sky is getting late, and the sound is getting weaker.

The person in his arms slowly fell asleep, and his voice gradually lowered.

Wait until later.

She had already fallen into a deep sleep, and Jiang Chengwen stopped singing, but just patted her on the back, enjoying this moment.

In a trance, he even felt that he had reached the end of his life, enjoying the plainness and significance brought about by the changes of the years.

Such occasional days are really intoxicating.

He carefully took out his mobile phone from his hand and glanced at the time. Seeing that it was getting late, he hugged Han Jing sideways.

Han Jing was hugged by him and woke up in a trance.

She put her arms around his neck.

"Well……"

"Go to bed and sleep." Jiang Chengwen said.

"Ah."

In the silent night, Jiang Chengwen hugged her on the bed in the house, took off her shoes, then covered her with the quilt, and covered her carefully.

In a daze, Han Jing stretched out her hand and pulled Jiang Chengwen to the bed, as if she couldn't bear him to leave.

Jiang Chengwen was next to her ear, and asked softly, "Want me to accompany you?"

"Ah."

Han Jing answered softly, putting her arms around his neck and refusing to let go.

She is always the most clingy when she is half asleep and half awake.

Jiang Chengwen took off his shoes and slept beside her.

Han Jing put her arms around him, approached him, and leaned on his shoulders. In her dream just now, she saw a sea of ​​flowers, which was so beautiful.

Unconsciously, she asked softly, "What kind of flower do you like?"

"Ok?"

Jiang Chengwen looked at her and saw that Han Jing closed her eyes, as if she was talking in her sleep, and then there was no more movement.

He smiled and covered her with the quilt.

In the middle of the night, they seemed to have only spoken a few words, but they seemed to have said a lot.

The words were all said in the dream.

(End of this chapter)