Chapter 81 "I agree to everything, except leaving..."
Seeing that Jiang An didn't reply, Wen Lingshuang pouted in grievance. Could it be that her memory was really confused? But she really felt that she had fallen in this room, right behind the wardrobe. In her memory, there was no wardrobe there, but a wooden beam.
Isn't that strange?
Why does this place feel so familiar, yet so strange, when it's so intertwined with my memories?
He tossed and turned in Jiang An's arms, lost in thought.
Jiang An watched her toss and turn in his arms, his gentle hand covering her slender waist. Just as he was about to speak, the person in his arms suddenly sat up, her round eyes shining brightly. She grabbed his wrist and said, "I remember, I remember."
What did you remember?
“I think this tea garden belongs to my grandfather, otherwise there’s no reason why I’m so familiar with it.”
She grabbed his wrist and pulled him out of bed, leading him towards the door. "The unrenovated house you mentioned earlier can prove it."
Jiang An was pulled down by her, his brows furrowed, seemingly deep in thought.
As she pulled him to the protected house at the gate, a multitude of thoughts welled up in her mind.
Wen Lingshuang pushed open the door with practiced ease. The furnishings inside were exactly as she remembered. If what she had seen next door was just her imagination, seeing the layout of the house with her own eyes confirmed that she was right. This was her grandfather's tea garden, the place where she had spent her childhood. She was amazed that decades had passed without changing the details: the small wooden table, the small chair, the latticed window, the wooden cabinet...
Her fingers traced the patterns on the latticework window, and she turned to look at Jiang An with a mixture of shock and delight. "Look! Look! I really wasn't wrong!"
Jiang An remained silent, his dark eyes becoming exceptionally deep as he gazed at Wen Ling Shuang's figure, certain memories gradually surfacing.
“Here…” Wen Lingshuang walked to the wooden cabinet next to the lattice window, reached into the back of the cabinet drawer, felt a small switch, and gently pressed it. A small box popped out, containing yellowed paper and silver coins. She was surprised that the paper and silver coins were still there. She took out the yellowed paper and shouted to Jiang An, “This little mechanism was made for me by my grandfather, and this paper was drawn by me!”
She unfolded the paper, on which was drawn two people, two children, one of whom was herself, and the other was a little boy.
She couldn't remember why she drew this picture, nor could she remember who the little boy was, but she did draw it!
From the moment she opened the mechanism, Jiang An's expression became complicated.
There are probably only three people who know this organization well: Old Master Wen, him, and another one...
The origin of this painting also dates back to March. It was a hot day, and she was sitting on the ground wearing a pink tutu, with hundreds of different paintbrush boxes spread out. Her small hands were holding paintbrushes and drawing on the paper. He was squatting next to her, gazing longingly at the hundreds of colors in the paintbrush box.
She drew herself in a crooked and messy way, then shoved the box into his hands, saying, "Here, you draw yourself."
Jiang An stared at her blankly.
"Why are you looking at me?" she said in a childish voice. "You draw yourself on it."
"Why?"
"What do you mean 'why'?" she said, hands on her hips, with a haughty air. "We're friends. I'll ask you to draw, so you draw!"
Jiang An remembers choosing a red paintbrush, deliberating and observing for a long time before drawing her own image on the paper. She sealed that drawing in a mechanical box, saying that she would take it out when she came back to find him next year.
He waited for her year after year.
She stood me up.
They didn't come.
Jiang An's chest felt as if it were filled with something, and the hot blood all over his body was pouring over his throbbing heart. His mind was filled with countless replays of all the scenes from his childhood: happy, blissful, joyful, expectant, and fulfilling... almost all of his firsts were given to him by her.
He liked to stand at the highest point and watch her run towards him, liked to stand in the wind and bask in the sunlight with her, and liked to make her happy with wooden toys...
If there's one period in his life he most wants to linger on, it's the six months she spent at the tea plantation.
Jiang An could no longer control his emotions; his hands were trembling slightly.
After he took control of the Jiang family, he had been searching for her whereabouts. There were many people in the circle who matched the information, including Wen Lingshuang. However, he quickly filtered her out because he had sent someone to test her. She calmly said that she did not remember such a thing, nor did she remember such a person.
He had to admit that, in his boundless imagination and assumptions, she, like him, must have found it hard to forget the six months he spent in the tea garden.
Instead of calmly saying, "I don't remember,"...
So she was ruled out.
In his search for her, he repeatedly hoped to reunite with her, repeatedly longed to see her, repeatedly imagined talking to her about their childhood, and wanted to tell her that he was doing well now...
But how could this be... how could it be her...?
The woman standing right in front of him is the one he loves to the core, the one he wants to cherish and hold dear.
She was right beside him, sleeping beside him day and night, and he thought of her day and night.
The immense impact left Jiang An unable to recover, as if he were caught in a vortex of memories, and the scene before his eyes returned to early spring decades ago.
Wen Lingshuang didn't notice anything amiss with Jiang An. She was even amazed by the coincidence. How could it be such a coincidence that the tea garden Jiang An bought belonged to her grandfather? And he had also coincidentally kept the things she used to play with when she was a child. She took out her phone from her pocket and dialed her grandfather's number.
The call was answered shortly after.
Wen Lingshuang said excitedly, "Grandpa, Grandpa, Jiang An and I are in the tea garden, you know? The tea garden that Jiang An bought is the same one you used to have. I even found some of the things I used to play with when I was little in here!"
Grandpa Wen's lips curled up at her sweet voice. As he watered the flowers and plants in front of him, he said, "Really? What a coincidence?"
"Yes, what a coincidence." Wen Lingshuang also found it unbelievable. "I felt this place was familiar as soon as I came in, and I thought it was just my imagination!"
"Where is Jiang An? Give him the phone, I want to say a few words to him."
Wen Lingshuang turned her head and looked directly into Jiang An's dark eyes, which were filled with a storm-like intensity. It was an emotion she had never seen before, as if she were in the eye of the storm and she was just a small boat. Old Master Wen was still calling her on the phone, but she couldn't speak. After instinctively hanging up, she cautiously asked, "Jiang An, what's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that? Hmm..."
Before she could finish speaking, Jiang An strode forward, grabbed her slender arms with both hands, and pinched her fair skin with his fingers until red marks appeared. Then, a passionate kiss landed on her.
Wen Lingshuang was so overwhelmed by his kiss that she could hardly breathe; she could clearly feel that this kiss was different from the ones before.
Even if Jiang An was domineering and forceful in the past, he would never act like this... It's like he really wants to devour her.
Does he really want to devour her completely?
Wen Lingshuang was a little scared, kicking her legs and struggling with her hands. The next second, he loosened his grip on her and asked in her ear, "Who is the little boy in the painting?"
He longed to hear it from her.
He hoped she would still remember him.
She looked into his eyes, thinking he was being jealous again, even over a child. She could only bite the bullet and say, "I don't remember him. Why are you jealous of a child? Everyone had friends when they were little, and you had friends too. Why have you been looking for her for so long?"
"You don't remember?" Jiang An's throat was dry as he gripped her arm. "You don't remember anything at all?"
I don't remember anything at all.
Wen Lingshuang only remembered staying in the tea garden and playing with many friends, but she really didn't remember who this little boy was; perhaps he was just one of her many playmates.
But judging from Jiang An's reaction...
That's going too far with the jealousy.
Wen Lingshuang thought for a moment and could only say, "Oh, I remember, she's a distant cousin, someone we don't get along with."
After saying this, Jiang An's eyes became even more terrifying.
Before Wen Lingshuang could recover, Jiang An flipped her over, her face pressed against the cabinet. Then, her skirt was lifted up. Terrified, she cried out, "Husband, not here, let's go back, okay?"
It's no use trying to be cute now.
Jiang An was eager to go in and see if her other mouth was just as hurtful as the one above.
How could she not remember him? She even said he was a distant cousin…
Oh……
Distant cousin.
Is it permissible for distant cousins to enter like this?
really.
Her other mouth was obedient and quickly calmed his anxious emotions.
Wen Lingshuang was completely stiff, her hands gripping the cabinet handles with no place to put them, and sobbed, "What's wrong with you? You're not saying a word. Slow down, sob..."
“Disobedient.” His voice came from behind. “You’re not obedient at all.”
Tears welled up in Wen Lingshuang's eyes as she sobbed, "You bullied me, what did I do wrong..."
As he spoke, he could barely stand.
A pair of large hands skillfully gripped her slender waist to prevent her from falling. The cabinet rattled as it was bumped. Jiang An's eyes grew even more bloodshot as he gritted his teeth and said, "I've been looking for you for so long... I thought you remembered me too, I thought you..."
Wen Lingshuang couldn't hear what he was saying. She felt like she was in the eye of a storm. She didn't know how long it had been before he picked her up again and carried her towards the door. Their clothes were intact. If you didn't look closely, you wouldn't be able to see the change in their emotions. After carrying her back to the room on the second floor, he put her on the bed again, drew the curtains, and loosened his tie.
Looking at the slightly protruding veins on the back of his hand, Wen Lingshuang became even more frightened. She propped herself up and began to shrink into the corner of the wall. "Husband."
Wen Lingshuang's appearance gradually overlapped with that of her when she was a child.
She was like this when she was little, pretentious and love to act cute. When she was good, she would call him "brother," and when she was naughty, she would call him "hey." That's why he felt that way and was amazed when he first saw her at her coming-of-age ceremony. Unfortunately, he didn't think about it deeply. Every time he felt that she was familiar, he never thought that she was her.
Because she never cared about him.
I don't remember him at all.
Thinking of this, Jiang An felt a pang of sadness.
Over the years, he has been the only one trapped in memories, the only one unable to escape them, and only a small part of his soul remains in that March.
Jiang An stopped loosening his tie.
Looking at his complicated expression, Wen Lingshuang slowly got up, knelt on the bed, walked to his side, and looked up at him. "Husband, what's wrong with you?"
Jiang An looked down at her, reached out and touched her head, his voice hoarse, "Yangyang, the little boy in your painting is me. I've been looking for you for so long, and you said you don't remember me..."
Wen Lingshuang froze, staring blankly at him.
Jiang An leaned down, captured her red lips in his mouth, gently biting and swirling her tongue, exchanging saliva with hers, and said in a hoarse voice, "How could you not remember me... how could you not remember me..."
Wen Lingshuang let him kiss her, her eyes wide and extremely large.
His hands easily unbuttoned her clothes, and only after the cool air penetrated her skin did she regain her senses and grab his wrist.
Looking into her eyes up close, her eyes were as cute and beautiful as a cat's. Jiang An leaned forward and kissed her eyes. "When I was little, I wondered countless times what kind of person could put up with a young lady like you."
"So it was me..."
"Thank goodness it was me..."
“Great…”
"baby……"
He held her earlobe in his mouth and grasped her hand. "Yao Fei said before that you had seen another side of me and would definitely hate me. I was scared too, but now I'm not scared anymore, because I would rather die than let you leave me."
Wen Lingshuang was utterly shocked by every word he said.
Later, she realized that to Yu Jiang'an at that time, she was a ray of light. In her world, the light illuminated everything about her, and anyone who entered her world would be enveloped in its warmth. She couldn't even remember how many people that light had warmed...
Wen Lingshuang allowed him to enter again.
This time, however, it was much gentler.
She gripped his arm, her chest heaving slightly, and looked into his eyes as she said, "So you hate me, hate that you don't remember me."
No, I love you.
Jiang An buried his head in the crook of her neck, and warm beads rolled down her skin. She couldn't tell if they were tears or sweat, but at that moment, she understood that he truly, truly loved her.
When she was flipped over, she saw the corner of the wall.
I vaguely remember that this bed was supposed to be in the spot where a sofa should have been.
She slept on this sofa when she was a child.
In other words, years later, in the same place, she was restrained by the little boy who used to just follow her around when she was a child, and he was allowed to run wild and fight.
She couldn't help but tilt her snow-white neck back and say, "Mmm, husband."
"I am here."
*
Wen Lingshuang dreamed of that scene again: rolling tea mountains, blue sky and white clouds stretching to the horizon, and at the highest point, a little boy in thin clothes waving at her. She had this dream many, many times, but she had never been able to see his face clearly. But this time, as she ran towards him, his face became clear.
It's getting closer.
The outline of that face was unmistakably Jiang An's.
However, the man in front of her was extremely thin. Although he was six years older than her, he was still as thin as her peers.
His clothes were extremely tattered, only his face was relatively clean, and his hands were covered with dense wounds and calluses.
She grabbed his hand and ran towards home, saying as she ran, "You have to play with me today, you promised."
Jiang An let her drag him along. When they reached the front door, a middle-aged man in a tea plantation uniform came out, holding an old pipe in his hand and walking with a limp. "Jiang An, Jiang An."
He shouted, "Where have you been playing again? We're supposed to be picking tea today. If you don't pick enough, you won't get dinner tonight."
That person is really ruthless.
Wen Lingshuang thought to herself, "Why shouldn't people eat? Who do you think you are?"
She turned to look at Jiang An.
Jiang An gently pulled her hand away: "I can't play with you."
"Because we need to pick tea?" she asked, blinking.
"right."
"So if I help you pick them, will you play with me?"
"You'll help me pick them?" Jiang An looked her up and down. "Have your hands ever picked tea leaves before?"
Wen Lingshuang's hands were outstretched, revealing a pair of fair and beautiful hands, as smooth as silk.
She said with a smile, "I've done more than just tea picking; I've done all sorts of hard work."
Jiang An: "..."
He took a deep breath. "Miss, if you want to play, there are many people in the tea garden who can keep you company."
“Yes, many people can play with me, but only you can play with me and get food.” Wen Lingshuang put on that arrogant look again and looked at him, saying, “Was yesterday’s food good? It was my favorite crispy chicken wings and braised pork trotters.”
Speaking of last night's meal, it was indeed delicious.
Jiang An's stomach growled twice, which was both spineless and embarrassing.
Wen Lingshuang didn't joke about it; she simply adopted a spoiled young lady's demeanor and said, "I gave you my food, and that's the first reason you have to play with me."
"And the second reason?"
"The second reason is that we have crispy fried yellow croaker and crispy fried tea leaves today, which are new dishes!"
Jiang An frowned slightly, having never heard of tea leaves being fried.
He looked into her beautiful eyes, pursed his lips, and said, "I won't eat."
If there's no next meal after this one, it's better not to have any expectations.
Wen Lingshuang was annoyed that he wouldn't listen to reason, so she stomped her feet and said, "You have to eat! If you don't eat, I'll have someone kick you out of the tea garden and turn you into a little vagrant."
She has always been pretentious, domineering, and arrogant, leaving no room for others.
But she never said, "I sympathize with you, I feel sorry for you, I pity you."
Jiang An always felt that her arrogance and domineering nature made him lower his guard to a large extent, and that he submitted to her power rather than out of pity.
In early spring, the sky darkens late, and Wen Lingshuang woke up just in time to see the last rays of the setting sun.
She turned over and was immediately pulled into a tight embrace by the man behind her.
She hummed twice before realizing that his large hands were tightly holding her slender waist.
The bite marks on the back of his hand were enough to prove how intense the battle was that afternoon.
He was tanned, and the difference between his hands and her fair waist was particularly noticeable.
"Get out." She snorted twice. "Why are you still inside? Get out."
"That's it," Jiang An's hoarse voice came from behind, "We're not going out."
"You're so annoying." She shoved him with her elbow. "I'm so uncomfortable from being so full, get out of here."
"You've adapted for so long, are you still holding on?"
Don't you know your size?!
Wen Lingshuang bit her red lips, wondering how he could be so tireless all afternoon. It seemed that he had become even more frantic after finding out who she was, and she almost felt like she was going to die here.
no.
We can't let him continue like this.
Wen Lingshuang thought for a moment and said, "Honey, I think I'm about to get my period in the next couple of days. How about we sleep in separate rooms?"
During her period, the two of them did not sleep in separate rooms; Jiang An was very gentlemanly and respectful towards her.
But now...
She couldn't guarantee he wouldn't go crazy and want her even during his period.
Jiang An knew what she was worried about, and said in a low voice, "I won't joke with your life and health. I will never touch you during your period, so I don't agree to sleep in separate rooms."
Can she trust him?
Wen Lingshuang bit her red lips, "What can I say now that you'll agree to?"
"I agree to everything, except leaving me."
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