Enchanting affair

I took the down jacket and put it on. It was so big that my whole figure was buried in it.

The sun was very bright in the afternoon, so I took the bus to visit my father's cemetery.I stayed there for a while, and I didn't know anyone in the countryside.It is not easy to find a car.After walking a long way, it was very late when I came back.I went into the room shivering from the cold, and Song Han's cousin said, "You're back? Hurry up and help."

The rural uncle is kind and not polite to me at all.But my cold snot came out, can't you let me warm up first.

Tang Bo took me around to a house behind Song Han’s house. It is said that it used to be Tang Bo’s house. I went in and saw that the house was still burning firewood. It was so smoky that I couldn’t open my eyes. Go to the stove and go to the fire.

Asking what is this for?

"This is something to prepare for Xiaohan's mother's birthday tomorrow." Tang Bo said, and he lifted the huge pot cover, and a big steam rose up. I saw a lot of meat cooking in the big iron pot.I wonder if Song Han's mother can eat so much meat?

Seeing me looking in, Tang Bo smiled and said, "Every year, Xiaohan's mother has a birthday, and his father will entertain relatives and friends who are still in the countryside for dinner."

I blinked my eyes and thought for a while: "Then Uncle Song will come back tomorrow?"

Uncle nodded, I am also stupid, there is no way to hide, I have to go to Song Han's hometown.

Aunt Tang came in with a bundle of firewood and asked me to add firewood to her.I said, is there no gas at home?She smiled and said, "It's convenient, who still uses such a big pot."

Follow them to brush pig's trotters and wash all kinds of meat, because I am busy, my mood gradually improves.

The sparks from the stove made my face feel hot and dry from the fire.

"Aunt Tangbotang." A very familiar voice.I moved my eyes, and there was still a phantom of sparks jumping in front of my eyes, which was not very real.

Aunt Tang responded, wiped her hands on her apron, and hurried over.Ask him why he came here overnight.

Song Han showed a slight smile: "I'm done with the things at hand, so I'll come here."

After he finished speaking, his eyes drifted towards me, and he stood up quickly. He came over and took a small square stool beside me and sat down.

I looked at the palm-sized stove and the floor full of sawdust, and sincerely suggested: "It's a mess here, Mr. Song, do you want to change the place?" Such a small square stool, how condescending...

"Are you despising my family?" Song Han asked.

"No. I'm a sojourner, why would I dislike it? Isn't it because I'm afraid of staining your clothes." I stood up, turned sideways, and wanted to go out.Song Han didn't move at all, Aunt Tang lifted the lid of the pot and told me to add fire quickly, I complied and asked the topic, "Didn't Ming Su come over?"

"Why is she here?" Song Han looked at me.

Oh, yes, she is not suitable to come, and she is not Song Han's mother's child, and I am not suitable to stay here either.

I lowered my head to add more firewood, and my cousin asked Song Han about the success of his work, and Song Han answered casually.

"I'm not young anymore, it's time to start a family." The topic turned to the favorite topic of the elders. I focused on watching the fire in the stove. The room was filled with the smell of stewed meat. It's a very warm feeling, and it's the same when I was so young.My eyes are a little wet.

After a while, I heard Song Han reply, "It's coming soon."

I felt a pain in my heart.Throwing a handful of firewood in, almost put out the fire, and stirred up a lot of sparks and dust, I shrank back in fright, kicked my heel on the stool, and leaned back, Song Han kindly reached out to catch it. As soon as I hit me, I quickly stabilized my body, and he looked at me with a particularly disgusted look.

I patted the ashes on my face, dodged a little, and thought for a long time to come up with an excuse: "I'm going to the bathroom."

Song Han moved away a little, and I ran outside in a hurry. The moonlight outside was very bright, covering the ground like a layer of frost.Standing outside for a while before going back, I heard footsteps behind me, I turned around and saw it was Song Han.

"I'm afraid you don't know where the bathroom is." Song Han said.

I did not come here after that, so I said, "I'll just go to the front room."

"Well, let's go." Song Han said as he walked forward, I said don't you need help in the kitchen?Tang Bo said that the fire was almost over, and he could go to the front to rest.

I followed behind him, and his shadow and I were printed on the ground as if holding hands. The two shadows slowly passed through the sparse shadows of trees, grass, and small ponds.

Because the light was inconvenient, I went to the bathroom on the second floor to wash my face, and when I came out, I saw Song Han flipping through a book on the bookshelf in his room.I was just about to ask my cousin for a cup when I heard Song Han say, "You hide around, am I that scary?"

I smiled, maybe the smile was forced, Song Han's complexion became worse and worse.It's not scary, I feel uncomfortable when I see you. I like someone, but I'm disgusted by him in various ways.If I had known that you still wanted to marry Gu Mingsu, I wouldn't have to ask Lu Yunsheng.Just let the Gu family help you.

"Is your business going well?" I changed the subject.

"Who do you care about? Zhou Rongkang?" Song Han put down his book and walked towards me.

"No, if it doesn't matter, I want to leave as soon as possible." I said, "I'm useless to you. I've had enough of this kind of life. I'm afraid every day. I'd rather go back to the time when I was working at 138."

I lowered my head, and I could see his fist hanging by his side. I didn't know where I had offended him, so I said in a sharp breath: "Anyway, Gu Mingsu doesn't like me. No one in the Gu family likes me. It doesn't make sense for me to stay here."

Song Han stepped forward and pinched my wrist, coldly: "That's the Gu family! It has nothing to do with you! You really don't understand what I mean?"

He pinched my hand sorely. I knew it was useless to shrink, so I just let him hold it and said, "Mr. Song, I don't want to understand. I just want to go."

Song Han's hands tightened suddenly, as if he wanted to crush my bones.After a while, he let go of me, and his tone returned to his usual indifference: "I'll take you back tomorrow night, you can go. You can go wherever you want."

"You sleep here, there is room over there." His indifferent tone reassured me a little, this is Song Han!I should also go back to the original Bai Momo.

The banquet on the second day was still very lively.Uncle Song also came back. Seeing me serving tea and water there, he smiled and said, "I don't mind if Uncle Song didn't tell you in advance that we will all be back."

I shake my head.Recalling what Uncle Song said before he sent me here, he explained that he watched Su grow up, so he also gave me a chance to get along with Song Han?It's a pity that it was in vain.

Back to the city at night.Song Han and I were speechless all the way.

My things have actually been packed, but Uncle Song sent us home directly, and sat in the living room for a while before leaving.

I went upstairs to get things and saw that the door of Song Han's room was open.I couldn't help going there, and he was still standing by the window.I wondered if I should say goodbye.

The painting on his desk is still hanging there.very eye catching.

Song Han didn't know if he heard the voice, turned his head to look at me, followed my line of sight to look at the painting, and asked in a flat tone, "Do you want this painting?"

I didn't speak,

"Take it yourself." He said and turned back to look out the window.Such a back view makes people look particularly sad.I walked over, and for some reason, looking up at the painting, I couldn't help but feel like crying.

I stood on tiptoe and couldn't reach it. When I lowered my head, tears rolled out of my eyes, and I accidentally shrunk my nose.The room was very quiet, Song Han also noticed.

"I told you, why are you crying?" He still turned his back to me, looking at the window, but he was talking to me.I just knew he was looking at my shadow in the window.

The heartache at that moment was sudden, and before I could react, I had already rushed over and hugged him from behind, and pressed my face against his broad back. His back was visibly stiff, and he turned around and looked at me. Lowering her head and continuing to sniff her nose, she couldn't help being wronged and said, "I don't want to marry Zhou Rongkang, I just want to help you. You don't like me, and you are not mine, so you have no obligation to be implicated by me."

He looked down at me for a long time, then sighed and said, "Momo, I thought I expressed it clearly enough."

I raised my teary eyes and looked at him.

He raised his hand and stopped at the back of my neck, holding my face with one hand, a face that made my heart beat faster slowly approached, his lips fell on mine, and moved gently. After a long while, he left slightly, slightly The hoarse voice was particularly bewitching: "Is it clear enough now?"

But... I raised my head: "You don't want to marry Ming Su..." The word marriage really makes people uncomfortable.

"Where did you hear that?" Song Han said flatly.

I stare.

"You took her to dinner that day, and she held your arm." I accused.

"You still dare to mention it! I didn't tell you not to go out?" Song Han questioned me, I shrank my neck from his question, and slowly simulated a thing in my heart... I couldn't help but jumped for joy, and asked: "You Like me too?"

Song Han looked at me.

The heart is beating hula hula in the chest, it's over, Song Han is going to confess his love to me!

I think I should be blushing and staring right now.I felt vaguely in my heart that this could not be a conspiracy.What else can I conspire for Song Han, I thought about it wildly, let's conspire, anyway, it's not the first time I have been conspired... Song Han bowed his head and kissed me without saying a word.

The moment I fell on the bed, I opened my eyes and looked at the painting on the wall, and I was still thinking about one thing.Why didn't he confess?I can't crawl into bed with him again so vaguely.But after thinking about it, only the name Song Han remained in his mind.

When he woke up the next day, Song Han was still by his side.

The sun came in from the window and shone on my face.Warm.Yesterday was too hasty, the curtains were not even drawn.I turned my head to look at Song Han, I rarely saw him asleep.I stretched out my hand and traced it carefully between his eyebrows. Wouldn't it be beautiful to paint it?