Chapter 64
Chapter 64
Nothing is too particular when it comes to life and death. All her previous picky habits were cured on this trip. She used to think that the haystack was acceptable, but now that she has moved to a room, at least there is a bed, which is naturally better.
She looked at the person in front of the bed gratefully and smiled at him, "Thank you, my dear."
My nap was interrupted but my mind is still groggy. I don’t know what time it is. The moon must have gone to sleep. I’m too sleepy and I’ll keep my eyes closed.
After a while, she didn't notice any movement. She struggled to open her eyes a little and saw her husband still standing by the bed. She asked him in confusion, "What's wrong with you, husband?"
How should I start?
After all, they had never slept together in the Xie Mansion, and they didn’t know if they would be rejected. Xie Shao touched the tip of his nose and tactfully reminded her, “There are a lot of people next door.”
If she still had any conscience, she would take the initiative to keep me.
Wen Shuse's head felt dizzy and he responded, "Indeed, a lot." He covered his mouth and yawned, "My dear, go to sleep. Don't talk. I'm so sleepy."
How does he sleep? Can he sleep standing here?
Xie Shao felt that if he didn't make it clear tonight, he might really have no place to sleep. He put his hands behind his back, his posture gave him a sense of authority, but his words did not have the slightest confidence, "Can I lie down with you?"
Wen Shuse was stunned. He went to so much trouble to throw the person out and grab a bed for himself. Wasn't he going to sleep here?
"Of course." Not quite understanding what he meant, she glanced inside the bed and realized that she had taken his place, so she asked, "Do you want to sleep inside or outside, my dear?"
"Anything is fine."
Wen Shuse murmured in his heart, why did this man become so polite after going out? If he wanted him to move to another seat, he could just ask. Why waste so much time talking? It's so late at night, isn't he sleepy?
Moved a little further inward to leave enough space for my lover.
The farmer's bed is quite soft.
Most likely it was made by the girl, as the pillows and mattress had a faint scent of soapberry.
Today, the sun was bright, and she saw the girl rubbing the mattress, so she borrowed some soap nuts to wash the clothes she wore yesterday, and then hung them up with a pole in the yard, and they dried quickly. At dusk, she asked the girl for a bucket of water, closed the door, and asked Xie Shao to help watch outside, and washed her hair and body, also using the girl's soap nuts. Now, hugging the quilt that was divided from the girl's room, she felt refreshed and comfortable, and just wanted to sleep.
Feeling that her husband was already lying beside her, Wen Shuse closed her eyes again and said, "Go to sleep."
Finally, he got what he wanted. He locked out the outsiders and slept with the young lady. He lay flat on the same pillow and closed his eyes with satisfaction.
After a while, I couldn't sleep at all.
He opened his eyes and glanced to the side secretly. The young lady was lying on her side facing him, with her face close to his head, only five fingers away. She must be asleep and motionless.
It seemed like this was the first time they slept in the same bed since they got married. Although they had hugged and embraced each other along the way, the feeling was completely different from now. With pursuers behind him, he could only focus on escaping and could not have any distracting thoughts. Now that there was no knife hanging on his neck for the time being, all the extra thoughts came out of his mind. The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, and he was almost going crazy with it.
But what can I do? The girl has fallen asleep, so I have to suppress all my thoughts.
I forced myself to close my eyes, but even though I couldn’t see, my heart wasn’t at peace.
At night, it was a bit chilly on the mountain. I soon felt the chill and turned to look for bedding.
There was a quilt used by a farmer on the inside of the bed, but he didn't want to cover it. The quilt the young lady was wrapped in was good enough. It was close to him and had a faint scent of soapberry. When she wrapped herself in it, it looked soft and fragrant.
My body was getting colder and colder and I couldn't bear it any longer. I reached out to hold her hand, but she didn't move.
For the first time in his life, he acted like a thief and did not dare to look at the young lady. He slowly pulled out a corner of the quilt from under her body bit by bit and finally put it on his chest.
He rested his arms behind his head, and his heart pounded faster.
The fresh fragrance of soapberries wafted from under the quilt to the tip of the nose, becoming increasingly stronger. In addition, there was also a faint fragrance that was diffused by the young lady's body temperature.
His throat rolled, and he felt a kind of self-abandonment that he could not resist the coming storm. Just imagine that it was a dark and windy night, the door was closed, and there was a beautiful young lady lying beside him. If he didn't do something, wouldn't he be unworthy of being a man?
Who knows how Pei Qing will laugh at me tomorrow.
He could not care less, so he turned his head to face the young lady and called her softly, "Wen Er..."
In the darkness of the night, I could only vaguely see the young lady's eyelashes drooping, but she did not respond.
It's okay to steal a kiss, anyway it counts as doing something, but before that, I still plan to be a gentleman first, no matter if she can hear it or not, the purpose is to have peace of mind, so I said again: "There is no one here now."
His chin was raised, trying to figure out where to bite her so that she wouldn't wake up, or if she did, she wouldn't be scared.
Before he could even come out of his mouth, the young lady in front of him suddenly opened her tightly closed eyelashes. She ignored his panic and said in a resentful tone, "My dear, do you want to kiss me or not?"
She had been waiting for him with her eyes closed for so long that she was really sleepy.
The man seemed stunned by this sudden accident and did not react for a long time.
Wen Shuse no longer had the energy to accompany him, so he turned over and faced away from him.
As soon as she turned around, the quilt on her body was suddenly thrown away, and an arm was placed on her waist, with the palm of the hand against her lower abdomen, pulling it outward with force.
The vest hit his chest. Wen Shuse was startled and opened her eyes quickly. Her lover was already propping himself up and kneeling on one knee above her, staring down at her.
His pair of black eyes were calm and deep. At first glance in the night, he looked like a jackal, tiger or leopard, and his tense body seemed to contain amazing power.
My heart started beating fast. Thinking of the last time, I suddenly felt a little scared. With this attitude, I wonder if he will kiss my mouth so hard that it will swell tonight...
Before she could think about it, the man's lips fell down without hesitation and covered her mouth.
Wen Shuse took a deep breath, grabbed the mattress underneath, and made all preparations. However... after a moment, there was neither the expected fierce momentum nor the expected strong winds and huge waves.
The man's lips pecked her lips gently again and again, letting go as soon as they touched, then pecking again and leaving.
Wen Shuse suddenly had an illusion that he was like a piece of tofu that would break at the touch, so he didn't dare to eat it.
As soon as he came up to her, her heart was in suspense. Before she could let it go, he let go again, just like scratching an itch, but she couldn't scratch the right place for a long time. Most of her sleepiness was driven away. She couldn't stand the torture any longer, so she took the initiative to put her arms around his neck, pressed down his lips that were about to leave, and pressed their mouths tightly together. With a "pop", the itch was finally scratched to the center. The young lady took a comfortable breath and didn't want to toss and turn anymore. She gently pushed her husband away from her, pulled up the quilt that he had lifted and covered herself with it, and said lazily: "Okay, my husband, go to sleep, you've made my head hurt..."
The man she pushed away lay on his back on the pillow, his eyes empty and his expression defeated, quite shocked.
In the darkness, he gritted his teeth and cursed in his heart, "Pei Qing, that ignorant ass..."
Pei Qing opened the door and came out. He glanced at the next room and suddenly felt like sneezing and covered his mouth in time.
I sneezed and my fist blocked it, luckily I didn't disturb anyone.
After Xie Shao stuffed the farmer into the house, the farmer looked trembling with fear and shifty eyes, which was really disgusting.
Anyway, he had slept during the day, so Pei Qing got up, opened the door and walked into the yard. The moonlight was blocked by the trees in the forest, and it was faint and blurry.
I wanted to sit on the firewood pile in front of the yard for a while, but suddenly I heard some splashing sounds coming from behind the house. I went to look for the sound and saw a girl raising her arms and struggling to hang clothes on a bamboo pole in the night.
It was the mute girl from the farmhouse.
Not knowing there was someone behind her, the mute girl turned around and saw Pei Qing standing there. She was so scared that she took two steps back and looked at him anxiously.
Pei Qing knew that he was not as handsome as the third son of the Xie family, nor as noble as the prince of Zhou, nor as gentle as the rich son of the Cui family.
In addition, he had kept the knife on the man's neck for a long time in broad daylight, so he must have become a ferocious bandit.
Afraid of scaring the girl, he stood there without moving, glanced at the pile of clothes in the basin, then looked up at the bamboo pole full of wet clothes, and asked, "Did you wash all of them?"
The girl nodded.
Pei Qing thought of the fat farmer lying in the house and frowned.
The mute girl walked to the stove built under the eaves next to her, picked up a clay pot and poured a bowl of medicine into the earthen bowl. She carefully held it in front of him and looked at the wound on his arm.
Pei Qing was stunned, but quickly guessed what she meant and did not answer.
The mute girl seemed to see through his concerns. She brought the bowl to her mouth and swallowed it in one gulp. Then she looked up at him with a hint of apology in her eyes.
It can be seen that she is apologizing, and the bowl should contain healing herbs.
Then he reached out to take it, tilted his head back to take a sip, emptied the bowl, and handed the empty bowl to her, "Thank you."
The mute girl shook her head, smiled hastily, put the bowl on the stove, and squatted down to continue rubbing clothes.
Pei Qing sat on the straw pile by the wall and watched her wash a basin of dirty clothes and hang them on a bamboo pole full of clothes, which were mostly the farmer's clothes. He asked again, "Does your father not work?"
The mute girl shook her head and nodded nervously.
I don't know what she meant, but Pei Qing could see that the farmer was not raising a daughter at all, but a slave.
I sneered inwardly, there are many fathers in this world who are good-for-nothings.
After the mute girl finished washing a basin of clothes, she saw that he was still sitting there. She waved to him, folded her palms together and placed them on the side of her face, then tilted her head to make a sleeping gesture.
Probably trying to persuade him to rest early.
Glancing at the sky, it was indeed late. Just as he was about to get up, he saw the mute girl turn around and go back to the stove. He couldn't help but wonder, "Aren't you going to sleep?"
The mute girl shook her head, pointed at the pile of firewood in front of her, took out an axe from it, and covered her ears with one hand, urging him to go back for fear of disturbing him.
Pei Qing didn't move.
Seeing that she couldn't persuade him, the mute girl stopped paying attention to him and continued to work.
The mute girl was not tall and looked frail, but she swung the axe with great strength. There was an oil lamp lit on the stove, and the light fell on the wooden block in front of her where she was chopping firewood. After looking at it for a while, Pei Qing's eyes suddenly became dazed.
The figure of the mute girl slowly overlapped with the familiar figure in her mind.
When Pei Yuanqiu left, he was only six years old.
It was even more difficult for an orphan and a widow to make a living. In those years, the mother worked for others during the day and chopped wood and washed clothes at night like the mute girl, often busy until midnight.
Also very slim.
His hands were almost skin and bones.
"Are you trying to tire me to death..." Suddenly a sharp voice blew past his ear and penetrated the darkness in front of him. The surrounding light disappeared in an instant, and it turned into a dark ocean. The surging sea water suddenly poured back, splashed on his face, and blocked his mouth and nose.
"Yan Zhuo, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." The broken cry pulled him, his limbs unable to move, the sea water poured into his heart and lungs violently, and the severe pain came over him.
I don’t know how long I struggled, but when I was almost on the verge of suffocation, someone suddenly pulled my sleeve.
The sea water between his mouth and nose suddenly retreated. He took a deep breath and struggled back. The star-shaped oil lamp on the stove reappeared in his pupils.
The mute girl was squatting in front of him, grabbing his sleeve with her hand, looking at him in panic.
His breath slowly returned to normal. He knew that his old illness had come back. He climbed out of the haystack behind him and said in a hoarse voice, "It's okay."
The mute girl hurried to the stove, poured a bowl of water and handed it to him.
Pei Qing drank it all in one gulp, and his beating heart gradually calmed down.
After squatting for a while and seeing that he was fine, the mute girl made a sleeping gesture to him again, and Pei Qing nodded.
The mute girl walked back to the stove, picked up the axe and continued chopping wood.
Pei Qing sat on the straw and watched for a while. Finally, he put down the bowl in his hand, walked to the mute girl, stretched out his hand and snatched the axe from her hand, "Go and rest for a while, I'll do it."
The mute girl was frightened and reached out to grab it. When she raised her hand, a part of her arm appeared from her sleeve. The arm was covered with dark red scars.
Pei Qing's gaze suddenly paused, his eyelids twitched, and a surge of anger suddenly emerged, "Did that beast beat him?"
I know it without her saying anything.
"I won't kill him." Pei Qing gritted his teeth, picked up the axe and was about to rush into the house, but the mute girl behind him grabbed his arm and held it tightly.
Pei Qing turned around and saw the mute girl looking at him with pleading eyes.
Even if he was a beast, he was still her father, just like herself. A feeling of powerlessness came over her and she stood there motionless.
The mute girl took advantage of his stunned moment to grab the axe from his hand. She was so flustered that she accidentally lifted up part of his sleeve.
After wiping his body just now, he forgot to bandage it, and on the inside of his wrist, there were several knife wounds running in all directions. The light next to him illuminated it, and it was shocking.
The mute girl was stunned and looked up in surprise.
Pei Qing looked calm and indifferent. He pulled down his sleeves to cover his face and pointed to the haystack where he had just sat. "Go and rest over there. I can't sleep, so I'll help you chop for a while."
I don’t know if the mute girl was frightened, she stepped aside and stood beside him without moving.
As the axe chopped down, Pei Qing whispered to her, "Next time he hits you, just hide. If you can't hide... just beg for mercy."
This is the truth he gained by sacrificing his mother's life.
As a child, he was stubborn and was often beaten, especially when he shouted that he wanted to find his father, he would be severely beaten.
Gradually it became a common practice.
Every time after being beaten with a cane, his mother would regret it and hug him and beg, "Yan Zhuo, I can't control myself. Next time I do this to you, you just hide. The farther the better. Don't let me catch up with you, okay..."
He did not run away, thinking that as long as he let her calm down, she would be able to calm down.
Later he realized he was wrong.
The guilt finally overwhelmed the mother, and after realizing that her continued existence would only hurt him, she chose to hang herself.
He had never hated his mother, and he would have been willing to let her beat him for the rest of his life. However, after no longer having that kind of pain, he could no longer bear it.
So, he became a captain of the police.
He likes fighting with people and likes the feeling of a knife cutting his body.
She was different. If she stayed any longer, the beast in the room would kill her. He would not stand idly by if he could help her. "If you are willing, I will take you away tomorrow."
Although there are mountains of swords and seas of fire, if you can get through it, you will be able to see the light of day again.
He picked up the chopped firewood and threw it aside, then turned around to see the mute girl's reaction. When he turned around, he saw a knife pressed against the mute girl's neck.
Pei Qing's eyes darkened and his face was cold.
The man pushed the mute girl forward and called him politely, "Sir."
The babies are here! We finally got up two hours early today.
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