Chapter 72 Madam, can you hug me?
Go to Beijing.
Xiangshan.
Bamboo house.
Liu Fuying didn't dare to breathe, and his face turned pale.
That house was so similar to the bamboo house in his memory. The structure, size, window positions and door orientation were all exactly the same, as if it had been moved from Xiangshan in the capital city.
No.
Liu Fuying secretly denied it, saying that this was Yunnan, the southernmost part of our dynasty's territory, more than a thousand miles away from Shangjing City.
Maybe... maybe it's just a coincidence.
She hadn't seen many bamboo houses in the mountains, and perhaps all bamboo houses were built in this style.
There can't be a smaller house behind this one that is exactly the same as the one in Xiangshan, right?
In order to prove her guess, she speeded up again.
I walked around the bamboo house, but unexpectedly there was another one behind it.
She frowned, still seeming to not believe it.
She turned around, walked towards the nearest bamboo house and pushed it inside. The more familiar internal structure made her legs go weak in shock.
The kitchen and the small study separated from it, the position of the desk, the pens and ink on the desk, and even the small bamboo couch in the corner that was barely big enough for half a body, all looked the same as the room in the Xiangshan Bamboo Courtyard.
In a trance, time seemed to be reversed and took her back to the past.
She suddenly didn't know what year it was.
I just felt like I fell into a crack in time and returned to that hot summer.
"Pei Zhou Wu."
Unconsciously, I uttered the name that I didn't want to mention again.
No…no.
Or did she develop a demon in her heart because she had been suppressed for too long, and went crazy like Old Madam Shen?
Everything before her was a vision of her mad imagination.
otherwise……
She turned around and was anxious to go to the back room to see what was going on.
The lake not far away was shimmering in the sunlight, and the dazzling light refracted and burned her mouth dry.
It's a coincidence.
It must be a coincidence.
Although there is a lake behind the house, it is completely different from the pond in Xiangshan.
But when she was about to push the door of the back room again, her hand stretched into the air was hesitant to move. She was so scared that as soon as she pushed the door open, she would see the familiar figure in her memory.
He took a step back, then half a step closer.
The hand dropped, retracted and raised again, but it was still unable to resist the torment in my heart.
Finally, he gritted his teeth, made up his mind, and used some strength to finally push the door open.
There is no one in the house.
There is no Pei Zhou Wu inside.
However, the furnishings of this room are the same as those of the bedroom back then.
The place where the bamboo wardrobe was placed, the corner where the quilts on the bed were usually folded, and the bamboo table where she remembered that she had eaten every meal in the past.
There was clearly no one in the room, but Liu Fuying saw scenes that had happened in this room before.
It started from the first time I met Pei Zhouwu.
Many details that had been gradually forgotten due to the passage of time suddenly became rich in her mind.
Pei Zhou Wu.
His appearance, the words he said, and the look in his eyes when he looked at her became clear one by one, as if a person who had lost his memory had suddenly recovered. The past that came flooding in like a tide immediately drowned her, and her soaked body felt cold all over.
She was unconscious and unable to resist. She could only let her stiff body roll and spin in the tide.
"Miss Su."
"Miss Yueying."
"Moonfirefly."
"Hina."
"lady."
At every different moment, every gentle call echoed in Pei Zhouwu's ears over and over again, awakening her sealed emotions one by one, leaving her with no ability to resist, and only tears flowed down like a surging tide.
"lady."
Suddenly, a voice different from the memories sounded behind me.
She raised her eyelids, and her heart seemed to stop beating at this moment.
"You're back."
The soft, gentle, and real voice of Pei Zhou Wu.
Liu Fuying stiffened his neck, and moved backwards slowly and weakly with stiff steps. His eyes were misty and blurry, but the figure at the door was extremely clear. He even had the illusion that it hurt his eyes as if he was looking directly into Fuguang.
"It's noon, you must be hungry."
He brought the food in, put it on the table, and walked towards Liu Fuying who was standing in front of the bed.
"What's wrong? Why are you crying?"
He stopped in front of Liu Fuying, leaned over slightly and looked at her with a smile, with a doting look on his face. He raised his hand and wiped the tears from her face.
The warm touch made Liu Fuying shudder and he took two steps back unconsciously.
"You missed me so much that you cried, so you came back so early today."
He stood up straighter, but his eyes remained gentle.
"In fact, I miss you too. You left for three days, and I missed you for three days. Every day I stood in front of the pond, hoping that you would come back soon."
After he finished speaking, he suddenly smiled.
"Fortunately, fortunately you received my thoughts and came back."
“…”
Liu Fuying held her breath and stared at him, trying to confirm whether the scene was real or fake, an illusion or reality. Her tears never stopped flowing. His words, even if they were fake, were like sharp knives stabbing into her heart fiercely and quickly, making her breathless.
"Three, three days?" She was surprised and lost the ability to distinguish.
No...hasn't it been more than three years?
Three days, what three days?
"Yes, you went to a wedding banquet three days ago and said you would be back today, Ying, thank you for keeping your promise."
Wh, what?
Liu Fuying frowned and took another step back. She tripped over the corner of the bed and almost fell backwards. Fortunately, Pei Zhouwu was quick to grab her. However, his touch frightened her, so she pulled her hand back and dodged far away from him.
"Aying, what's wrong with you?"
"Don't come over here." Liu Fuying didn't allow him to get close, his pale face full of suspicion, "It's impossible, it's not true, this is not true, none of it is true."
"What's not true, Ying, don't scare me."
Pei Zhouwu's face showed worry, and he tried to calm her down with a soothing look.
"A Ying, look at me. I am your husband. We have bowed to heaven and earth and sworn an oath. We promised to love each other for a lifetime and to weather the storms together without changing our true love. We are husband and wife, the closest people in this world."
He coaxed softly, slowly moving closer.
He acted so convincingly that even he believed it.
I wonder if she ever got so immersed in the role that she believed it to be real when she was acting in front of him before.
We agreed to hold hands and grow old together, but she left without a reply, and it was not until so many years later that we met again.
Look at her face, it's still so pretty, but he can no longer understand her.
Unconsciously, his eyes began to become moist and red.
"Aying, I really miss you."
He looked at her affectionately without blinking, hoping that she could sympathize with his fragility.
"Hug me, okay?"
"Aying, hug me."
He asked her for a hug that he had missed for three years in the most humble manner and in an almost pleading tone, but she turned away, pretending not to hear him and was about to leave.
"Ah-Hina!"
Of course he couldn't just let her go like that, so he held her wrist tightly and lifted up her sleeve, revealing her hand that was clenched with beads and bleeding after being pierced.
She held it very tightly, so Pei Zhouwu forced it open.
After taking out the bloody pearl flower, he wiped the blood off her palm with his pure white sleeve.
The wiping action was gentle, but the tone was a little cold.
"A Ying has really changed. Now she won't even hug me."
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