When love is strong.
Song Yiyi frowned and asked Cen Yue, "Why today? Were you not available yesterday or the day before yesterday?"
She still couldn't figure it out.
What kind of person is Cen Yue?
Why do I always fall for his tricks? Why can't I see through him?
Warm, fragrant and soft jade in my arms.
Cen Yue lost all his sanity.
In the light outside, he saw Song Yiyi's rosy cheeks and rosy lips, and the corners of her lips slowly curled up: "Mother agreed."
He wanted to take her to see his dearest ones.
It's not just that.
Cen Yue knew Song Yiyi too well and could see at a glance how embarrassed and awkward she felt when she first arrived.
After the banquet, Cen Yue actually went back to his room.
Song Yiyi was sleeping soundly.
But she curled up on the edge of the bed, her back to the door, her whole body full of defensiveness.
Cen Yue looked for a while and then stepped back.
He hadn't slept at all the night before and just took a nap on the wicker chair.
Song Yiyi woke up, and as soon as he spoke, he clearly caught the helplessness that flashed across her eyes.
Cen Yue hated this feeling of distance.
But he knew that he couldn't follow the same path as Gu Chengze, as that would only push her further away.
Song Yiyi seems carefree and easy-going with everyone.
In fact, he is best at keeping a distance from others, and is always thinking about how to balance relationships.
For her, being in debt is the most taboo.
The harder I tried to be nice to her, the more frightened she became.
They say they love themselves the most, but in fact they are just covering themselves with a protective shell, thinking that they can be indestructible.
Cen Yue thought that the clear soup noodles she made would be nice, and the rice he stole was also delicious.
At least she would be proud of her own cleverness.
Only when she doesn't feel she owes anything will she be at ease.
Even if we take a step back, what Cen Yue likes to see most is Song Yiyi jumping up and down or having a lot of weird ideas in her mind.
That's how she comes alive.
It's most like her.
Cen Yue raised his hand and slowly smoothed out the wrinkles between Song Yiyi's brows.
She was trapped in a small space and allowed to do whatever she wanted.
The rain got heavier at night.
Song Yiyi felt as if she was like a fish on a chopping board, at the mercy of others, with no power to fight back.
Originally, she was the one who took the initiative to get married.
But her intuition told her that something had changed.
“Yiyi!”
“Yiyi!”
A loud voice instantly brought Song Yiyi back to her senses.
She sat up in bed and tried to respond, but her voice cracked as she opened her mouth: "Here I am."
The gruff voice startled her.
Whose voice is this?!
The loud voice outside the courtyard continued: "Jianing, have the political commissar and Yiyi gone out?"
It’s Aunt Wang.
She knocked on the door and got no response, so she shouted at the next door.
Then another voice sounded, "No, I was sweeping the yard this morning and saw the commander go out. He must have gone to the army."
It sounds soft and weak.
When they spoke, there were also the babbling sounds of babies.
Mixed with the crisp sound of birds, it is very beautiful.
Song Yiyi dragged herself out of bed and picked up a shirt to put on over her nightgown.
Da Zhuang was sleeping in the main room and raised his head when he heard the noise.
It glanced at Song Yiyi and then lay back down dejectedly.
Aunt Wang wanted to say something, but when she turned around and saw the person who opened the door, she was almost frightened.
"Oh my god!"
Aunt Wang screamed in surprise, then calmed herself down before saying, "Yiyi, are you sick? Why do you look so weak? You don't exercise regularly, do you? Your physical fitness is really poor, and you get sick all the time! Let my son check on you tomorrow!"
After saying that, she glanced into the room and fell silent.
Song Yiyi followed her gaze and saw the bed sheets fluttering in the wind.
“…”
This is somewhat embarrassing.
She quickly pulled Aunt Wang into the house and said, "Don't shout, go inside and talk."
When Aunt Wang heard her voice, she silently let her play.
After entering the room and sitting down, she raised her hand and punched Song Yiyi, almost knocking her under the table.
Aunt Wang smiled so hard that her eyes narrowed into slits. "Tsk tsk, young people are so fierce. Look at your shaky legs and pale face."
She stood up and poured a cup of hot water to Song Yiyi, "Drink some to moisten your throat."
Song Yiyi was really thirsty. Before she could even take a sip of water, Aunt Wang started again.
"You haven't been out of bed for three days, have you?"
Song Yiyi was almost choked to death by the water again.
"Ahem... ahem... no! Aunt, don't talk nonsense."
Aunt Wang had an 'I knew it' look on her face, and she stood up and uncovered the thing covering the table.
"Tsk tsk, the commander is quite nice. He knew you couldn't get up, but he still left breakfast for you."
She took the spoon beside her and put the bowl into Song Yiyi's hand, "Hurry up and eat something to replenish your body."
Song Yiyi wanted to argue with Aunt Wang.
But she couldn't do it.
Not only did her voice become hoarse, she was also not in the right.
Aunt Wang can imagine it herself.
At this moment, there was a faint knock on the door.
Aunt Wang patted Song Yiyi's shoulder and said, "Sit down, I'll go and see."
Before she left, she glanced at Song Yiyi's slender legs again.
Aunt Wang came back soon, and with her came a skinny woman holding a delicate little girl in her arms.
Just as Song Yiyi was about to stand up, Aunt Wang pushed her back onto the stool, "Jianing, come, sit down."
The woman named Jianing smiled at Song Yiyi, put the plate she was holding in her other hand on the table, and said awkwardly, "I'm from next door. My name is Huang Jianing."
Song Yiyi nodded, "I know, please sit down."
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