Famous family warm marriage: black-bellied husband can't afford to offend

Chapter 989 My Wife Is Sad
Grandma turned sideways and let Qifeng go in. When closing the door, she poked her head out to look around, and closed the door after seeing no suspicious person.

"How is she?" Qifeng asked, without turning his head, he ran directly to the back yard.

It was blocked by the entire villa, and there was no point of view from which to spy.

Bright as day.

"My wife is still taking care of her orchids. This winter is very cold, and many orchids have not survived. My wife is sad."

Hearing this, Qifeng frowned, quickened his pace, and soon appeared in the so-called backyard over obstacles.

It is said to be the backyard, but it is actually a huge house made of special materials.

The house simulates the natural environment. There are trees, flowers and grass. Everything is arranged according to the natural environment. The indoor temperature is controlled by a constant temperature. The flowers and plants outside have already withered, but inside they are blooming, and most of them are orchids.

And at the place with the most orchids, there is a white figure squatting there, carefully playing with the flowers and plants.

Just when everyone is celebrating the beginning of the new year, the woman seems to be isolated from the world, and it seems that only the flowers and plants in front of her can make her care more.

Qifeng's accelerated pace slowed down when his eyes touched the woman, and he glanced around, seeing several withered orchids placed there.

He went over and knelt down beside the woman, but he didn't say anything, but when he raised his hand to move the pots of dead orchids away, he was blocked by a pair of gentle hands.

"I will do it myself."

The woman's voice is very hoarse, without the slightest tenderness of a woman. It is rough like a sharp weapon rubbing against the rough surface, and the woman's voice is intermittent, and the voice often seems to be unable to come out.

Hearing this, Qifeng didn't force himself, and simply sat next to the woman, with his hands behind his back, raised his head and looked sideways at the woman who was quietly tending the flowers and plants, "If you like, I can give you more."

The woman shook her head lightly, her over-long hair naturally fell down, and it was moist, probably not long after washing.

Qifeng watched, and called to the grandmother who had just come in: "Bring a dry towel here."

Immediately, Grandma turned around and walked out of the backyard.

The woman tidied up the flower pots in front of her, and took the two pots of dead orchids instead. Instead of moving the place, she found a nearby open space, dug a hole, and buried the withered orchids. "Flowers wither and flowers fly all over the sky, who will pity when the red fades and the fragrance is gone? The gossamer is soft and the spring pavilion is floating, and the falling catkins are lightly stained with the embroidered curtain..."

The woman moves quietly and elegantly, and the man's elegant and steady voice is next to her ears, especially the emotional reciting, which vents the emotions that have accumulated over the years.

"...Look at the fading flowers in spring, that's when the beauty dies; once the spring is over, the flowers fall and the person dies!"

The woman didn't speak much, and after listening to the man recite this passage, her hands didn't stop at all until he finally asked.

"In Dream of the Red Chamber, because of Lin Daiyu's burial of flowers, there is a swan song with Jia Baoyu to resolve the misunderstanding of lovers, but later generations think that it is Lin Daiyu who uses flowers to describe others, lamenting all the mournful sounds of her life experience, why is Yu'er?"

The woman stopped the movement of her hands, she slowly raised her eyes, a pair of smart eyes were as beautiful as the stars, and a delicate face that made people unable to take their eyes off, she looked at the man quietly, without any movement.

Qifeng raised his hand to hold the woman's face, rubbed it with his fingertips, and said with utmost love and affection, "Well, Yu'er, tell me, are you talking about forgetting me? Or... the misery of not having memory?"

The woman rolled her eyes, but couldn't focus after the man stopped speaking.

If you look carefully, you can see that the woman's eyes are out of focus, but her beautiful and enviable eyes are blind.

The woman didn't avoid his touch, maybe she squatted for a long time, she chose to sit down, sitting on the floor, not affected by the dirt on the ground at all, she tilted her head slightly, although there was only darkness in front of her, she seemed to look forward to the light To the distance, full of expectations, "I can't see the world, the world I can feel now is all that you have created for me with your own hands."

Since waking up, the world she has come into contact with has only one color, and her memory is far rarer than the colors she is familiar with.

It's not that I haven't hesitated, and I have longed to recall everything, and I hope to regain the light.

But in a year and a half, she has gotten used to this kind of life.

There is no outside disturbance, only him and grandma around, too narrow is the only peace she can get at present.

She doesn't like change, and the current peace makes her not want to change.

Qifeng was obviously delighted by her words.

Seeing that the woman can skillfully bury all the orchids even if she can't see them.

She hooked her lips, and raised her hand to caress her long hair, "Yu'er, Happy New Year."

You don't know how many times I wanted to say a happy new year to you, but you never gave me the chance from the beginning to the end.

And for the rest of your life, there is no one else who can say this to you except me.

You don't need to remember other people, let alone see other people, as long as you only have me in your eyes.

Really like this!

Suddenly, Qifeng hugged her, his arms were so strong that he seemed to strangle her to the bone.

And the woman seemed to have gotten used to his sudden actions, her body clearly screamed in pain, but she didn't seem to feel it at all, and even raised her hand to comfort him and patted the man's back, as if she had done countless moves skillfully. Thousand times.

Qifeng didn't talk much to the woman, he just quietly accompanied her.

The woman tends the flowers while he watches her, letting time pass without seeming to want to end it.

Until Grandma brought a towel, he also wiped it skillfully for her.

Be careful like treating the world's most fragile treasure.

There was no reprimand, as if whatever she did was right for him.

After staying like this for an hour, the woman's hair was almost wiped, and the zero o'clock was about to strike, and Qi Feng got up. Before leaving, he kissed the top of the woman's hair without any promises, and he never looked at it too much. At a glance, when the time is up, he leaves quickly.

And the woman, accepting everything he gave, never searched for a word about his coming and going, never even said goodbye.

The man left, and she continued to take care of the flowers and plants, as if he had never appeared.

When the bell struck zero, the woman put down the tools in her hand, looked up at the seemingly endless roof, and after a while, she got up and called out, "Grandma."

The grandmother who had been waiting together went over immediately, took the tool from the woman's hand, and followed behind silently, watching her leave smoothly without relying on anyone.

She has walked here no less than a thousand times. Although it is only over a year, it is enough for her to be familiar with every corner of this place.

Because in the past year or so, this place has been her whole life.

Qifeng, after leaving the convalescent villa area, the black public has already waited outside, opened the door and boarded the car.

"Go back to the compound." The three words were calm, as if nothing had happened.

(End of this chapter)