Throwing down my husband: reuniting in a forgotten time

His back gradually drifted away.

Like a curtain of rain, blurred into a cloud of shadows, in the swaying light of a flashlight, like a vast night, a misty lighthouse in a lonely sea, distant and cold, but guiding her direction.

She couldn't think, and she didn't have consciousness, but in the dark, as if she was being drawn, she moved her steps towards the blurred light and shadow, stiff and numb...

She didn't have a flashlight, and she couldn't keep up with their rapid marching pace. The road was not easy to walk. Before, she let out a sigh of relief because of fear and urgency, and she relaxed the moment she saw him. It was very difficult to gather again. Therefore, the whole body is extremely tired, and one foot is deep and the other is shallow. Stepping forward in their footprints.

The road was slippery in rainy days, and finally I accidentally fell down...

To her, wrestling doesn't seem to be a big deal anymore.On the way here, I don't know how many falls...

However, because he was right in front of him, for some reason, he felt particularly wronged. He raised his eyes and looked in his direction, but he was still walking forward, never looking back at her, let alone knowing that she had fallen...

His harsh words echoed in his ears: this time you are sick again, I have no time to take care of you!

She couldn't help tightening her trembling body, it was so cold...

yes!He doesn't have time to take care of her...

She also said that she would never be a burden to him...

So Tao Zi, take care of yourself...

Since she was a child, she knew the truth of getting up when she fell down...

Then, Tao Zi, get up!

The umbrella fell to the ground when she fell, and she stood in the rain, soaked, and the skin on her wrist was a reminder of her pain.

Ahead, his figure is further away...

Even if she runs, it is impossible to catch up with his pace...

The shadow curtain model.The road ahead was pitch black, and in a daze, she suddenly lost her direction, just like when she was in the open space just now.

She didn't know if she should keep running, or if she should stop and rest.

It seemed that no matter how hard she tried in his direction, he would never notice how humble she was behind him.

However, if she stops, where should she go?

He is her lighthouse, the direction of her efforts, and her Big Dipper. She has fought for it for a long time. If she were to give up, it would be like extinguishing the bright light of her life. She would not know what she was doing in this life. However, In such rain, can he give her a little warmth?Just a little bit is enough...

Amidst the tears, a voice from the bottom of my heart called out, brother Tangtang, can you look back at me?Just one glance is enough!As long as you look back at me, I will have infinite power, and in Qianqi's existence, I will run towards you again. What I want is that you can think of me...

Maybe, God heard the voice from the bottom of her heart, the person in front of her was actually walking back...

Did he finally find out that she was missing?

Seeing the light of the flashlight approaching her little by little, tears welled up in her eyes in an instant, and then poured down again.

This time, she was sure that she was crying...

Because, these tears are hot...

Flowing on the face, distinguishing the coolness of rainwater, and dispelling the coolness of rainwater...

In fact, she really wanted to run towards him, but for some reason, her heart was surging, but she couldn't move forward, only tears flowed down the rain...

He walked very fast, as if he reached her in just a few jumps. Hao Xiaohai held an umbrella for him. At this speed, he couldn't cover the rain at all. He was also wet all over, with water droplets on his hair. Going downhill, Xiaohai's situation is even worse, because he has to focus on holding an umbrella for the chief, and he is completely drowned.

With a dark face and only a pair of eyes shining brightly, he leaned over and picked up the umbrella from the ground, and handed it to her, "What on earth do you want?! Why didn't you leave? Why didn't you open the umbrella?"

He is fierce.

She lowered her head, fear rising in her heart.

She is afraid of him...

Not because of the physical disparity or the strength of his fists, but because he cared.I care, that's why I care, I care about his every anger and joy, every move...

She silently took the umbrella from him, but didn't know what to say, did she say that she was afraid that he would ignore her?Said that she fell and scratched her hands?Said that the night is too dark, is she at a loss and does not know where to go?

"I..." After the word "I", it was difficult to pronounce the words, but because of his breath, the pain filled the chest cavity, as if all the breath he exhaled had entered her lungs.

"Take it!" He suddenly roared.

She was so frightened that the umbrella almost fell to the ground again.

Looking up, he realized that he was not yelling at himself, but Xiao Hai.He gave Xiao Haina his baby bowl and flashlight.

Then, he squatted down in front of her.

If she understood correctly, is he... going to carry her?

She hesitated, not daring to act rashly.

"Hurry up! If you don't go back, all three will be sick!" He shouted impatiently.

She panicked and quickly climbed onto his back.

He stood up, on the muddy road, he still walked steadily and fast.

She tried her best to hold the umbrella forward to cover him from the rain, but he turned around and shouted, "Stay back! Don't block my sight!"

She had no choice but to move the umbrella back and lie obediently on his back all the way, not daring to say another word.

Finally, the three of them returned to the dormitory like drowned chickens.

Hao Xiaohai put down the bowl, and immediately ran away, leaving the "smoke-filled" battlefield to the two of them.

After he put her down, he went into the room by himself, and when he came out, he had already changed into clean clothes, and only his hair was wet.

Seeing her, he stared at her and shouted, "Why are you still standing there so stupid? Aren't you going to take a shower and change?"

"You...why don't you wash?" She noticed that he just changed his clothes and didn't take a shower.

He didn't answer her, just pointed at her, and said fiercely, "If you make me sick again this time..."

"I know, you don't have time to take care of me..." She whispered, and quietly hid her scratched hands behind her back.

He snorted, "I'll pack you up and send you back right away!"

After finishing speaking, he slammed the door and left, not noticing her small movements deliberately concealing herself.

It's so late, where else are we going?

The cold wind when the door was closed made her shiver, and at the same time, it also made her realize that she couldn't stand here any longer, or she would really get sick...

So I went into the bathroom, took off my wet clothes, and let myself wash under the hot water.

Hot water is sometimes a kind of energy. It not only restores warmth and consciousness to the numb and cold body, but also revitalizes her deserted heart.

In this world, there are so many injuries, and the loneliness is so cold. A lonely traveler must always learn to heal himself.Hold yourself tight, the warm water gurgles through every inch of your body, as if being embraced by warmth...

Girl, don't be afraid, be brave...

She closed her eyes and let the water flow over her face, washing away the traces of tears, as if all the sadness would be taken away like this...

I stayed in the bathroom for a long time, just because I couldn't bear the warmth. It turned out that when I was alone, hot water was also a kind of company...

Faintly, there was a knock on the door, and she had to leave the bathroom to open the door.

It was Mrs. Yu who came.

Seeing her, Aunt Yu sighed, "You're finally back! You scared me to death! I'm really worried that your team leader will strangle me to death!"

Mrs. Yu is right!

She felt a little bit bitter in her heart, "How come?! Come in and sit down!"

Mrs. Yu didn't enter the house, "Forget it, you'd better have a good rest, I'll come and see you, as long as you're fine! Otherwise, I'll die of guilt!"

"What's wrong? I'm fine, what are you guilty of?" What does it have to do with Mrs. Yu?

"Hey! It's all my fault!" Aunt Yu blamed herself, "If I hadn't told you that Nanpo Gesanghua had grown seedlings, why would you have gone there? Fortunately, nothing happened to you, otherwise I would really be ashamed to see your family group It's grown! You don't know, the look of your head at that time was like killing someone..." 13acv.

"Huh?" She still didn't understand what Mrs. Yu was saying.

"You went out all afternoon and didn't come back. It was raining again. Your head of the regiment couldn't find you when he came back, so he came to me to look for you. I just remembered what I told you at noon. At that time, your head of the regiment was in a hurry and wanted to find you. You, in the end, another soldier came to report to him, saying that there was a landslide at Wangfushi..."

"Collapse?" She didn't seem to see any landslide?Maybe she was wandering, going in the wrong direction?She was lucky in this mess, fortunately she didn't fall asleep in the landslide, otherwise, if she wasn't buried, she would have been smashed into cakes by stones...

"Yes! Landslide! Don't you know?" Mrs. Yu looked at her in surprise.

She shook her head, feeling a little embarrassed, "I seem to be going in the wrong direction, maybe... I didn't go to Nanpo..."

"That's really thankful!" Sister Yu breathed a sigh of relief, "You didn't see that, when the leader of your family heard the word landslide, his big black face turned pale, and he called Shang Xiaohai to look for you. I am Seeing that he carried you back, I was really worried that you were injured, now that you are well, I am relieved, otherwise I will blame myself to death!"

"I'm fine, thank you for worrying about me! In fact, even if I suffered some injuries, I asked for it myself. It has nothing to do with you! Don't think about it! Come in and sit down!" Tao Zi wanted to give Yu Yu Pull into the house.

Aunt Yu waved her hand and left, "Forget it! Haha! Don't miss the precious moment of your husband and wife! Oh, it's back! Tsk tsk!" Sister Yu blinked at her, smiling very meaningfully.

Tao Zi had no choice but to shake his head with a wry smile. Outsiders only saw him go looking for her, and only saw him carrying her back. Who would know how much bitterness and bitterness was involved?

After closing the door, I saw the old bowl on the table at a glance, and there was a lot of mud on the inside and outside of the bowl.

His expression and movements when he picked up the bowl flashed before his eyes, his heart hurt like a needle prick, and his eyes were even more painful from being stung by the bowl.

But she still walked over, held the bowl in her hand, and looked at it carefully.

There are some things that she always wants to escape, but she can't escape, and at inadvertent moments, they will come out like needles, piercing her, piercing him, piercing their paper-thin marriage...

This bowl was very old, and the porcelain was broken in several places. Because of this, she thought it was an old bowl that he didn't want. Who knew that an old bowl could also carry such deep friendship?

Turn it over, and the word "Qianqi" written in red paint on the bottom of the bowl is handsome, and it was not written by him. It should be written by Qianqi herself. It is long and elegant, like a stretching tree, just like Qianqi's other people……

It's true what they say...

Her handwriting has always been short and fat!

Suddenly thinking of a short, fat little quail squatting next to his towering tree, he couldn't help laughing. Isn't that scene so ridiculous?But why laughing and crying again?

The big tree and the little quail are so incongruous...

A tall and straight tree will never bend down to match the height of the quail, and the fat body of the quail cannot fly up to the tallest branch of the tree...

A tree is the most suitable for standing with a tree...

Turn on the faucet and wash off the mud on the old bowl little by little. Did she make up for the trouble she caused by herself?

But why, when she picked up the mud with her nails, did she really want to pick out the word "Qianqi" at the bottom of the bowl?I really want, really want to...

She even thought rebelliously, what would happen to him if she took the name out?Will you scold her?Will you beat her up?Or will he be cold and never say a word to her again?

However, she only dared to think about it...

When her trembling fingers gently stroked the word "Qian" with her fingernails, like a kitten making a mistake, she was startled and immediately retracted her hand.

Then, quickly put the bowl into the cupboard, and close the cupboard door tightly, leaning against the door, never to see it again!Never see the name "Qianqi" again!

After standing blankly for a long time, she didn't feel the cold on her body until she sneezed suddenly.

Fearing that he would catch a cold, he hurriedly put on some clothes, thinking that he would also be drenched all over, wondering if it was cold right now?I don't know where he went now and when he will come back...

Feeling anxious, I finally went back to the kitchen, cooked a small pot of ginger soup, drank a large bowl for myself, and kept a bowl for him to prevent colds.

Although he didn't know when he would come back, he still boiled footwashing water for him according to Madam Yu's recipe.Soaking in that spicy hot water will definitely drive away all the coldness, right?Coupled with this bowl of ginger soup, you will definitely not catch a cold...

She had done everything she could do except for him to come back.

The night was getting darker, and the ginger soup and the footwashing water were gradually cooling down, but he still didn't come back...

I never heard him say that he was on duty tonight, so where did he go?Are you planning to leave because of that bowl?

Her heart, which was finally warmed, is gradually getting colder...

Women are extremely horny animals. At such a moment, when he is not around, all kinds of speculations are filtered in her mind, and each of them makes her feel uneasy.

How much she wanted to call him and ask him what he was doing and when he would be home, even if he didn't answer her well, as long as she heard his voice, she would be at peace. heavy...

Every second is hard, every once in a while she will look at her phone, only 5 minutes have passed each time, time, why does it pass so slowly?

In anxiety, he finally couldn't bear it anymore and dialed his number, but his cell phone was turned off...

Dejectedly throwing the phone aside, I don't know how to spend the next time without him...

If she writes a check, and she writes ten inaccurate, will he come back?

Confused, she picked up a few pieces of paper and drew on them.

It was written in large characters: Military Sister-in-Law Ten Do's and Seventh Do's: Don't touch his things without permission...

After writing it, he drew it into artistic calligraphy with a pen, stroke by stroke, very carefully. It took more than half an hour to finish the drawing, but he still hasn't come back...

Is he really not going to come back?

her tree...

The pen moved with her heart, a tree appeared in her pen, but it was a small sapling...

And under the tree, she drew a small fat quail.

The little quail was scratched by a little wild cat, and fled to the tree, alone, no, a bird hid here and cried...

At that time, the tree's branches were not prosperous enough, and the branches were not tough enough, but it shook the leaves and smiled at her, and even bent down the branches to encourage her to climb up.

The little quail can't fly, but can flap. She fluttered her clumsy little wings hard, and finally climbed onto his branch.

His leaves shaded her, and his not-so-thick tree trunk could lean on to rest, she slept beautifully on his branch, and played with him beautifully with the wind...

But then, the tree grew taller and taller...

She is also getting fatter...

She could no longer fly up to his branches, and could only cling to his roots on the ground, looking up at his tall and straight figure.

And he, with another tree as a companion, their branches and leaves are intertwined and closely connected in the air, and their leaves, rustling and whispering their own language, she can't understand, so they can only stand under the tree , calling him in a very small voice, my brother tree, my brother tree...

However, her tree brother grew too tall to hear the sound of the little quail coming from under his feet, and even, because of his own tree friend, he couldn't even see under his feet, and there was a little quail curled up. Little Fat Quail...

It was cold, and it was raining, and the rain dripped from the leaves, soaking her feathers. She huddled under the tree and shivered, calling her brother tree, but brother tree stood upright. , holding hands with Sister Shu in the rain and laughing loudly, because of the moisture of the rain, they can grow taller...

It will be farther away from her...

The little quail whimpered and cried under the tree, and finally believed what his companions said, the tree must be with the tree, and the quail is only worthy of being with the quail forever...

So, the little quail left on that stormy day, looking back step by step, and left her brother tree...

Without the cover of the leaves, the wind and rain ravaged her chubby body more mercilessly. She was sick, very sick...

When she was seriously ill, she walked to a prairie full of wild flowers. The wind stopped, the rain stopped, and the gesang flowers bloomed on the prairie.

The little quail wanted to take one back to show Brother Shu, but she had no more strength and fell down on the grassland where Gesang flowers were blooming.

The baby quail died.

Died on a sunny day after the storm, the last thing she thought of was her brother tree.

The moment he closed his eyes, the little quail was smiling, and silently said in the direction of Brother Shu, "Brother Shu, whether you still remember the little quail or not, the little quail is leaving, under your feet, never again There will be a little quail to quarrel with you... because, if there is an afterlife, the little quail must become a tree, stand with you, and never be separated..."

After painting the last picture and writing the last sentence, Tao Zi burst into tears on the painting, for such a silly little quail, for such a poignant story.

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The update has been messed up in the past few days, I hope it can be corrected by the weekend, dear friends, don't blame Jixiang.