I Really Like That Guy!

After getting married, Arlo really realized what life is like for a blind person.

Before that, she actually didn't feel deeply that Wen Renjin was blind, and even if he hadn't mentioned it many times, she might have overlooked the fact that he couldn't see it.

Because no matter when, Wen Renjin was too calm, he could walk and move like a normal person, without the anxiety and helplessness of a disabled person, his eyes were clear and transparent, and he couldn't see the slightest defect.

But when he really became his wife and participated in his daily life, Arlo realized that he was indeed different from ordinary people, and what he said about needing others' accommodation was not self-humility.

The first thing Arlo noticed was the almost rigid rules around him.

She found that the things placed in this mansion always have their fixed positions. She drank a cup of tea, and the teacup was placed anywhere, and after a while, the servants would properly place it on the edge of the teapot.

She picked a few flowers from the garden and put them in a vase by her bed. When she looked back, the vase was back on the coffee table by the window.

Feeling that the window was well lit, I picked up a book and moved a soft couch to read there. When I got tired of reading, I threw the book by the couch, went out for a walk and came back, not surprisingly, I can see that the book is back in its original form. On the shelf, as for the soft couch, it has long since returned to its original position.

If he maintains his original state so stubbornly, if he is an ordinary person, he will definitely be called obsessive-compulsive disorder.

But for a blind person, an environment with constant laws can make him feel more secure.

A Luo can understand the rules of the Yuanting Mansion, but getting married does not only mean that two people are together, but it is more about the collision and fusion of two lifestyles.

After drinking tea, she would not clean up the teacup, nor would she deliberately put it back when she read a book. When she became interested, she would change the arrangement of the room, move the screen, and place a comfortable concubine somewhere.

Even if some servants conscientiously restore the things she changed one by one, this is only a temporary solution, not the root cause.

There is no hostess in the Hou Mansion, so there are not so many rules. After having breakfast with the only elder, Yuan Ting Hou, A Luo came back and sorted out the items he brought from the Su family. During this time, Qing Yuan reminded him countless times of the rigid requirements for placing items.

Although we have tried our best to cooperate, in the end, some changes have inevitably occurred in the room.

A Luo brought too many clothes, and Wen Renjin's wardrobe couldn't fit, so he had to add a cabinet next to him. She also has a variety of hairpin accessories, and moved to a dresser. Not to mention that Arlo brought a lot of books, just a few boxes for calligraphy, painting, music and chess.

"Let's put these things in the study." A Luo pointed to the paintings and calligraphy.

The study was next door, and when Arlo brought people into the yard, a person came out of the house.

The young man in white asked with a smile, "Is Madam's house tidy up?"

Wen Renjin couldn't see it. Originally, he also said that he would help A Luo clean up, but A Luo himself just ordered a maid, and keeping him was also a hindrance, so he drove him to the study.

A Luo walked over and said: "The house is generally fine, there are still some paintings and calligraphy and other things left, I think it would be better to put it in the study, I wonder if I can borrow it from my husband's study?"

Wen Renjin smiled sideways: "Of course you can."

The box was moved into the house, and Arlo followed.

Wen Renjin's study is a separate yard, with green bamboo planted in the yard, and the style of the house is also very quiet and elegant. The stacks of bookshelves against the wall are full of books, the windows are wide open, the bamboo curtains are all up, the interior is bright and bright, and the air is filled with a faint fragrance.

The fragrance is light and soft, like grass and pine and cypress.

A Luo sniffed lightly and smiled, "I finally understand where the aroma on my husband's body comes from."

Wen Renjin was stunned for a moment, then tilted his head, looking puzzled: "Is there a scent on me?"

"Of course there is, but my husband is already used to it, so he can't detect it." A Luo said, reaching out to his sleeve to touch his hand, taking it out to the tip of his nose and sniffing, "Sure enough, The day you went into the water to save me, I smelled the fragrance."

Wen Renjin's long eyelashes blinked, her ears were slightly red, and she said warmly, "Perhaps I read a book with my hands, and my hands were stained with the scent of books."

A Luo still held his hand, Wen Renjin's hand was well-proportioned and beautiful, the knuckles were slender and distinct, and the skin was as fair and lustrous as cold jade, as beautiful as a handicraft, she had long wanted to touch it .

She kneaded gently, inch by inch, as if she was kneading some small pet. This pet is also very obedient, and is well-behaved and calmly let her play.

A few maids and servants saw it, and the shock in their eyes could not be concealed.

The prince treats people gently, but it is not easy to get close to him in his bones, and the people who serve him are generally unable to get close to him. Who would have thought that today, he would be able to see him being played with his hands by others, but he just lowered his eyes and blushed without saying a word?

This princess is amazing.

While playing with her husband's hand, Arlo instructed the maidservants that if Qin was to be placed beside the desk, a separate table had to be set up to put the pen, ink, paper and inkstone that he was accustomed to.

In other words, she would also take Wen Renjin to that place and ask her like a solicitation, "Is it okay to put it here?"

The good-tempered husband always replied mildly: "Okay."

Gently as if from his mouth, he could not hear the word bad.

However, this indulgence soon ushered in a price. In the morning, A Luo's things were put in. In the afternoon, Wen Renjin stood in front of the bookshelf and stayed for a long time.

He came looking for a book, but Arlo's book came in and changed the order of the books, and now he can't find it.

Originally, he knew the study well, and he could accurately say the location of each book.

But once the original order was disrupted, he would return to the pitch-dark world again, and he would never be able to find his old success.

A Luo sensed something, and slowly walked to the young man in white who was standing in front of the bookshelf and looked a little helpless: "Husband?"

Wen Renjin tilted his head slightly, a look of gloom in his eyes, but his expression was still calm and gentle.

A Luo thought, he must not know that no matter how well he hides, those glass-like eyes will still reveal his emotions, making him look like a clear spring, and he can see the end at a glance.

"Husband, but can't find anything?"

Wen Renjin pursed his lips and said in a low voice, "It was originally here, but I just didn't find it."

Arlo: "What's it called?"

Wen Renjin reported a name, and her tone was the same as before, but her heart clenched unconsciously.

In the end, he still showed such an ugly side in front of her. He was not as flawless as she imagined, and he couldn't even do the trivial matter of finding a book.

Will she regret it? regret choosing him.

The next moment, a soft little hand reached into his sleeve, and the girl's soft voice sounded: "Husband, I found it, here, you can touch it."

She took his hand lightly, brushed the spine of a book, and finally stopped on one.

Wen Renjin stroked the book with his fingertips, but did not take it out immediately, he opened his mouth, and his warm voice was hoarse: "Madam..."

"Huh?" She replied suspiciously, seemingly unaware, neither seeing his powerlessness nor his flaws, but said angrily, "Why didn't your husband call me?"

Wen Renjin: "...what?"

A Luo looked at him ignorant and didn't know where he was wrong. He wasn't angry at first, but he suddenly became a little angry: "You can't find the book, don't you know how to call me? If I don't come, my husband will ask for it. How long have you been standing here?"

Wen Renjin was completely stunned, with a blank expression, and there was still an undissipated depression in the corners of his eyes and brows.

Inexplicably looked a little pitiful, like a large dog who was reprimanded and docile and obedient.

A Luo stared at him, and his heart softened when he saw it. He stretched out his hand to wrap his arms around his waist, leaned his cheek against his chest, rubbed lightly, and whispered, "We are husband and wife, and we should support each other for the rest of our lives. . Next time, husband, try to rely on your wife, okay?"

"...Okay." This voice was dry and hoarse.

He suddenly raised his hand and hugged her tightly for the first time, as if he was holding the treasure of his life.

The study has always been a very private place, where almost all the information of the owner is hidden. A Luo has a strong desire to explore Wen Renjin. She flips through a book from time to time, and occasionally looks at the paintings and calligraphy hanging on the wall. There are few paintings and more characters. The signature is two words: Tzuyu.

A Luo felt something, and raised his voice to ask: "Husband, is Tzuyu your name?"

"good."

A Luo: "Jin Yu Jin Yu, Huai Jin holds Yu?"

Wen Renjin nodded: "It does come from this."

A Luo walked up to him, leaned in and asked, "Can I call you Ayu in the future?"

Without waiting for Wen Renjin to reply, she continued: "Although the husband is also very good, but all the wives in the world call their husbands that way. I want a name that only belongs to me, okay?" After a pause, she added One sentence, "You can call me A Luo, this is only for the husband."

The word "belonging alone..." made Wen Renjin's heart suddenly warm, as if something really had left a mark on his heart that belonged to someone.

Wen Renjin, as always, said with a smile, "Okay... Allo."

"As long as you want, you can do anything." The words that A Luo gave him on the night of the bridal chamber were returned verbatim at this moment.

Bathed in his gentle and tolerant gaze, Arlo couldn't help but think again, isn't there really something wrong with the head of the heroine who gave up such a good male supporting role to be with the male hero's machismo?

A Luo felt that after staying with Wen Renjin for a long time, she would become more and more arrogant. For example, at this moment, she actually asked Wen Renjin: "Ayu, how about we go to the lake after dinner? I saw that there is a lake in the house. If you look at the stars on it, it should be extremely beautiful."

Even though he couldn't watch the scene himself, Wen Renjin smiled and nodded: "Okay."

A Luo immediately happily ordered his servants. It was hot in July and the weather was hot. Going to play on the lake should be able to cool off the heat.

If it weren't for the fear of collapse, she would have wanted to swim directly.

A Luo left, and it seemed that he also took the lively room with him. The study room returned to the quietness of the past again. The study room that originally felt quiet and peaceful, but Wen Renjin suddenly felt a sense of emptiness and loneliness at this moment.

He wanted to continue reading, but he couldn't help being ecstatic from time to time.

After several times, Wen Renjin finally put down the book in his hand, followed his memory, and walked slowly to A Luo's desk.

He carefully put his hand on it and groped softly.

A pen holder that should be Huanghuali hangs several wolf pens of different sizes.

On one side is a Duan Inkstone, a piece of fine pine smoke ink, and an unknown potted plant the size of a palm is placed next to it.

There was a flower note on the table with a few words written on it. When you touch it carefully, it is the six words "Wen Renjin" and "Su Luoyan" written in small letters on the delicate hairpin, arranged vertically, next to each other, close to each other and inseparable.

The gentle and jade-like son's slender and fair fingers were suddenly there, and he never moved away for a long time.