54. Shout until your voice is hoarse
Fu Rongshen said, "A month later, the ice on the river melted, and the servants found the man's body when they went to the river to wash clothes."
"The last time the man lay on the ice, the thin part of the ice broke and he fell into the freezing cold river water and was unable to climb out."
"In the final scene, the woman hugged the man's cold, stiff body, tears streaming down her face, and expressed her deep love for him, but he could no longer hear her."
"How could this be..." Chu Yanhui couldn't accept that the ending of the story was such a tragedy. The sweet smile on his face gradually disappeared, and the tears that were covered up reappeared, bitter and resistant.
"Why are you telling me such a tragedy? It makes me feel even worse. The stories you told me before... were all beautiful stories..."
She felt like there were two heavy burdens hanging from the corners of her mouth, and she was almost crying.
Fu Rongshen was stunned for a moment after hearing this, then lowered his eyes and concealed his expression.
It used to be a beautiful story, but now it’s a tragedy…
It's not that there weren't tragic stories before, but he had already filtered them out. The stories that subconsciously emerged in his mind now had tragic endings, which showed that his mentality was completely different from that of the past.
Hide the strangeness and thoughts in your heart.
He wiped the tears from her face, patted her shoulders gently, and whispered to her, "Don't cry, sweetheart. If you cry again, your eyes will be so swollen that you can't open them tomorrow morning."
I apologized and asked for her forgiveness: "Then I will tell you another beautiful story, okay?"
"I don't want to listen anymore."
The girl shook her head.
At this moment, she suddenly realized that she had been immersed in his story and had forgotten the thunderstorm tonight.
The initial fear caused by the thunder surged like a tide, but because of his company, the tide receded.
now.
The thunder and lightning had disappeared, leaving only heavy rain.
The sky became gloomy and the rain hit the window again and again.
“Crackle…”
Listening to the sound of rain, her eyes were still fixed on the night light shining through the gap in the gauze curtain, and she was dazed and a little stunned.
Coming back to her senses, she realized that she had been held in Fu Rongshen's arms the entire time. She was barely aware of it.
When the thunder just now occurred, she really wanted him to be with her, as if she would feel at ease as long as he was by her side.
The dependence on him hidden deep in my memory was thought to have been lost in the cracks of time, but I didn't expect that it had never been lost.
Chu Yanhui suddenly remembered his childhood.
At that time, even when it was thundering or raining, he would anxiously knock on her room door, accompany her, tell her stories, and make her happy.
An indescribable feeling welled up in my heart.
Fu Rongshen's treatment of her... seemed to have always been like this, and had never changed.
Even though he had an extreme personality and wasn't a kind person in the objective sense, apart from the threats and coaxing in their relationship, he had always been very good to her in other aspects.
Very good is an adjective that cannot be measured.
It was the meticulous care in her daily life, the attentiveness in remembering every little bit of her habits, the respect in taking her love to heart, and the attention he took seriously even though she said something casually...
He was gentle and considerate when facing her, still the little uncle who was helpless and tolerant towards her a few years ago. But now there was an emotion called love in his eyes.
The former reassured her, the latter frightened her.
But when they were entangled together, she felt an inexplicable throbbing.
On the one hand, she longs for him and depends on him, but on the other hand, she avoids him because of the threats he poses.
Such a contradiction.
This is incredible.
"Uncle, the thunder has stopped..."
The girl looked down at her held hand and whispered.
The thunder frightened her so much that she couldn't think or retreat. The thumb pressing on the back of her hand was warm and dry, and she suddenly felt the temperature making her heart beat faster.
She struggled slightly, trying to distance herself from him.
"Xiao Yanhui, you're so heartless that you throw people away without mercy after using them."
He let go of her hand and stood up, looking at her by the bed with a helpless and indulgent expression on his face.
"I'm being ordered around like that. It's really pitiful."
Chu Yanhui looked up at him, as if a little aggrieved, and corrected the mistake in his words: "I didn't recruit you, you came here on your own."
"Okay, I'm the one who wants to be used by you, and then kicked away."
The man stroked his forehead and almost laughed at his own words.
He actually allowed himself to be so lowly and cheap.
Seeing the self-deprecating curve of his lips, the girl felt uncomfortable.
Kneeling upright on the mattress, I could see the pattern on his tie at eye level.
While he wasn't paying attention, she tilted her head back and kissed his chin: "I'm not someone who's meant to be used and thrown away. Is a kiss as a thank you enough?"
Fu Rongshen's mind went blank.
ecstatic.
This was the first time she took the initiative to kiss him!
My heart was beating so fast, the "thump" and "thump" sounds were so deafening that I could hardly think.
The next moment, he held the back of her head and kissed her deeply, his voice clear and smiling: "Not enough, it doesn't count just now, it counts now."
"Uncle——"
"Why do you always call me uncle at times like this?" He bit her soft lips as a punishment, "I've told you many times, call me by my name."
"Oh... Uncle."
She did it on purpose.
She had wanted to do this since she discovered a long time ago that he particularly hated her calling him that during intimacy.
"Naughty and disobedient!"
Fu Rongshen was slightly angry, and he pulled her up and made her stand on the carpet.
"Reflect on this."
"What are you reflecting on?" She looked at him blankly with her almond-shaped eyes that were sparkling from being kissed, and his breath was held.
The most important thing is not the eyes, but...
——She’s not wearing glasses.
Very astringent.
Fu Rongshen's Adam's apple trembled, and he looked away awkwardly. If he looked any longer, he would lose control.
The deep voice carried a barely perceptible hoarseness: "Reflect on why you were disobedient!"
She felt aggrieved and explained:
"I am obedient, but I only listen to my elders. You don't let me call you uncle, so why should I listen to you?"
"Okay, then you won't listen to me." He took a deep breath and stared at her again. "Yan Hui, you always know how to make me angry."
She shrank her neck and pretended to be scared.
She cried pitifully, "Uncle..."
If she guessed correctly, these three words were the quick-acting atrophy drug in his mind.
As soon as she called out, he would be forced into the role of an elder and be moved and patient.
Today, the girl finally realized her old idea of teasing a man, and she felt a little smug.
But before her mischievous smile faded, the man pressed her down on the thin blanket.
"ah!"
The exclamation broke in the air.
"Uncle, um..."
Fu Rongshen controlled her hands and blocked her lips tightly, speaking each word in a muffled voice, anger evident in his deep brows:
"Since you like calling me that so much, then don't stop—Chu Yanhui, I'm going to make you shout until your voice is hoarse today."
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