The leaves outside the house were rustling in the wind, and the overcast sky was dark and gloomy, indicating that a storm was about to come.
The clouds stayed there all day, and there was no sign of rain until evening.
Sitting in front of the window, Muqin tilted her head back slightly, looked at the sky outside the window, and suddenly said, "Qin'er, do you feel that what happened today is somewhat familiar?"
Without waiting for his son to speak, Muqinyi continued, "...On this day two years ago, it seemed to be as dark and depressing as today."
After hearing what his father-in-law said, Fu Siqin understood after a little thought and his face suddenly darkened.
A lot of things happened in this year, and Fu Siqin also found out some truths in secret. The most important thing was that he received a letter from Hei Yi not long ago.
Two years ago today, his father was shot and seriously injured, and that was the day when all the changes began.
"Mother..." Fu Siqin walked to his father's side and squatted down, putting his hands on his knees.
Eleven-year-old Fu Siqin has been practicing martial arts for many years and has begun to show the physique of a young man.
There were many things in the past year that were not suitable for my father to know, and Fu Siqin was the only one who handled them.
Today's Fu Siqin is no longer the smiling but shy kid.
Their father was no longer their support, and Fu Siqin could only use his not-so-strong body to support his grandfather.
Muqin stroked her son's hair gently, with some nostalgia in her eyes.
His son looked more and more like his husband when he was young, not only in appearance, but also in personality and behavior.
During this year, Muqin was not unaware of what his son had done.
Although he didn't know why the shadow guard his husband left for him was still following him, it was indeed a guarantee that the lives of both father and son could remain stable.
Thinking of her husband, Muqin felt sad and couldn't help but sigh, "Qin'er..."
"What's wrong, father?" Hearing his father's sigh, Fu Siqin raised his head and said softly.
"Stay true to yourself..." Don't be like your father.
A sudden roar of thunder covered the second half of Xylophone's words.
The originally dark sky was split by the dazzling lightning, and the instantaneous daylight between heaven and earth made people feel even more terrified.
Fu Siqin's eyes turned slightly cold when he heard the baby crying faintly.
The baby who was frightened and crying by the thunder was the three-month-old child of his father's concubine Hongying.
In addition, Fu Yuting's concubine, Princess Anyang, is now five months pregnant.
It was raining heavily and thundering. Muqin was worried that her son would come back to the bamboo courtyard so late.
It so happened that my father seemed worried today, and Fu Siqin was also a little concerned, so he stayed in the side room to rest.
The thunder was very frequent tonight, making it difficult to fall asleep. Muqinyi didn't know how many times he was woken up.
Once again, I was awakened from a light sleep by thunder. The person lying on the bed had his eyelashes trembling slightly, and he opened the curtains with a frown. There seemed to be a black shadow in his hazy vision.
Muqin, who was a little slow in reaction, closed his eyes, and when he was about to fall asleep, his heart suddenly skipped a beat and he woke up completely from his drowsiness.
Looking at the dark shadow appearing in the room, Muqin opened her mouth and gasped silently, the sound of her rapidly beating heart echoing in her ears.
Who is that?
When did that person come in?!
Muqin didn't dare look at the motionless shadow standing at the window, nor did she dare to make a sound.
His son slept in the side room, and he couldn't let his son fall into danger.
He didn't have time to think about why Wu Yi and the others didn't notice the existence of the shadow.
Because when he couldn't help but open his eyes and look over, he saw the owner of the black shadow slowly walking towards him.
Muqinyi wanted to close his eyes, but he was in a state of fear and couldn't do it.
I watched the dark shadow slowly approaching the bed. At this moment, a thunder sounded and the room was bright for a moment.
Muqin was so frightened that her body trembled and she covered her mouth with a quilt.
The black shadow stopped in front of the bed, and without pausing for a moment the bed curtains were slowly pulled open.
Muqin often woke up in the middle of the night, and he was a little afraid of the dark, so the maid was used to leaving a light on in the room.
Eyes that were already accustomed to darkness saw the true face of the shadow the moment the bed curtain was drawn.
However, after seeing the familiar face, Muqin held her breath and stared at him blankly.
The rapid heartbeat was deafening in the silence.
"Did I scare you?" A deep voice sounded, hinting at apology and a hint of regret.
Muqin was lying on the bed with his eyes wide open. He grabbed the quilt with his trembling hands to cover his mouth. The fear in his eyes could not be ignored.
You can tell at first glance that he was terribly frightened.
However, the familiar voice, the familiar tone, the familiar look in his eyes when he looked at him, Muqinyi's eyes slowly turned red and sour.
"Is this a dream?" The young husband lying on the bed looked at him blankly and murmured.
The tears in my eyes flowed across the corners of my eyes and fell into my hair.
"This must be a dream..." Muqin choked with sobs and stretched out her hand uncontrollably to hold the broad palm.
"Only in dreams does my husband look at me like this." Look at him with eyes full of love, focused only on him.
and……
As hot tears continued to roll in her head, her vision became blurred.
Moreover, her husband's hands were so cold that they didn't seem to be of normal temperature. He must have been in a dream.
"Aqin, don't cry..." Fu Yuting sat down on the bed, bent over, and reached out to wipe away his tears.
"Husband, I miss you so much..."
Muqin held tightly the big hand that was caressing his cheek, and choked up as he spoke carefully, "Can you...can you hug me?"
Hearing his words, Fu Yuting felt as if his heart was being pulled with pain, and the color of his eyes almost turned back to scarlet uncontrollably.
"Sorry, my husband is late." Fu Yuting swallowed the bitterness in his heart, bent down and hugged her.
She stretched out her arms and put them around his neck. Feeling the big hands on the back of her neck and back, Muqin smiled contentedly with tears hanging from her eyelashes. "It's not too late... not at all."
Holding tightly the person lying on him, Muqin couldn't help but rub his neck, and her nostrils were filled with the scent of her husband.
Except for the hot chest turning cold, everything else remained unchanged, making Muqin unable to help but indulge in it.
The two of them remained in the hugging position without moving for a long time. Fu Yuting didn't feel anything, but he was a little worried about his young husband.
"Aqin, it's time for you to go to bed." Fu Yuting said softly.
Hearing his words, Muqin tightened her arms around his neck subconsciously, "I'm not sleepy yet..."
He didn't want to sleep at all. Although he knew that this dream would not last long, Muqinyi didn't want it to end so soon.
After tonight, he didn't know when he would dream of his husband again.
"Go to sleep sweetly. Your husband promises that when you wake up tomorrow, the first person you see will be me." The slightly low voice gently soothed the young husband's uneasy heart.
"...Okay, then my husband will sleep with me." Muqin was silent for a long time before she spoke.
"Okay, I'll go with you."
As he spoke, Fu Yuting took off his shoes and socks and lay down on his side.
As soon as he lay down, Muqin couldn't wait to jump into his arms, but she shivered at the cold temperature.
Even so, she still hugged her husband's waist tightly, sticking close to him without leaving any gap.
His slight shivering movement was naturally noticed by Fu Yuting.
Not long after, Muqinyi suddenly felt the broad chest in his arms become the familiar hot heat.
"So warm..." Xylophone whispered, and soon fell into a deep sleep.
There was still a heavy rain and lightning outside.
But the little husband on the bed will not be awakened again.
Wrapped in a warm and familiar aura, he already had someone protecting him.
The person in his arms fell asleep, but Fu Yuting, who was holding him, was not sleepy at all.
Sometimes the little husband in her arms would suddenly wake up and struggle to open his eyes. At this time, Fu Yuting would pat his back and coax him to sleep.
The thunder outside the house stopped at some point, and the heavy rain turned into a drizzle.
The surroundings gradually became quiet. Apart from the sound of drizzle hitting the leaves outside, the only sound inside the house was the sound of light breathing.
Suddenly, with a creaky sound, the door was carefully pushed open.
Fu Yuting turned his head and saw his son, whom he hadn't seen for five years, standing at the door, looking at him in surprise.
Fu Yuting left Beijing when his son was five years old, and never saw his son again until his death.
For the past five years, I could only imagine what my son would look like when he grew up through the letters I exchanged with my husband.
In his previous life, Fu Yuting, who was in his teens, struggled for decades in the apocalypse in order to survive.
Until he didn't drink Meng Po soup, he was reincarnated as a newborn baby.
With a new life, Fu Yuting just wants to live a peaceful and stable life.
However, life was unpredictable. His mother died when he was six years old, and his father disliked him. Moreover, his father remarried his mother's half-sister not long after that.
It can be said that he had a hard time in Fu Mansion.
Of course, Fu Yuting is not an ordinary child, he can easily solve these problems.
What really made him decide to retrace his past life's path was Muqin Yi.
After his son was born, Fu Yuting handed over his military power and found a leisurely job in the court.
If it weren't for the repeated invasions by those tribes, he could have stayed with his husband and children.
Fu Yuting looked at his teenage son, whose brows were firm and eyes were cold. He no longer had the softness and smileiness of a little boy.
The time that has passed cannot be returned, but fortunately, everything is still in time.
While Fu Yuting was looking at him, Fu Siqin was also staring at his father closely.
It is said that the ties of blood cannot deceive people.
When he saw this man for the first time, Fu Siqin had no doubt that this man who looked like his father was his real father.
I saw the love and guilt in his eyes when he looked at me.
Fu Siqin, who had always thought that his heart was invulnerable, suddenly felt a lump in his throat, and endless grievances slowly gurgled out of his heart.
"Father..."
The crying voice was so soft that it could be blown away by the wind, but Fu Yuting heard it clearly.
With a face similar to his and red eyes, he looked both pitiful and funny.