Chapter 79: Tears "You must be tired of me, fed up with me..."
Zhu Hao's body was stiff as she was held in Song Xieqing's arms. There was silence all around her, with only the rustling of the wind through the branches and the rise and fall of their heartbeats. His gaze was so hot that it seemed to penetrate her. Song Xieqing touched her cheek. Zhu Hao's heart trembled, and she brushed his hand away and turned her face away in panic.
He held her tighter and buried his head in her neck. Zhu Hao suddenly opened her eyes and felt a warm and wet feeling on her shoulders.
The wine jar on the table still exuded a mellow aroma. When the wind blew, it drifted into her nostrils and almost made her drunk.
Zhu Hao calmed her heart and pulled away a little. She held his face and ran headfirst into the misty eyes of Song Xieqing. Zhu Hao's eyelashes trembled slightly. She wanted to say something, but something was stuck in her throat.
She seldom saw him cry, and she didn't know why he was crying. Usually she was the one wiping away the tears, while Song Xieqing tried to coax her with sweet words and various other methods. But now, she could only touch her forehead against his, but didn't know how to comfort him.
Song Xieqing didn't shed many tears, but they did slide down from the corners of her eyes, rolling into her palm, passing through her fingers, and hitting a half-dried vine.
"Pianpian..." He called her with a sob, again and again. Song Xieqing turned her face straight and they looked at each other. Zhu Hao frowned and wanted to turn her face away to avoid Song Xieqing's sight, but he didn't allow it.
"Don't look at me... please." This time she choked up. Zhu Hao let go of him, covered her face and trembled, "Song Xieqing, don't look at me."
His slightly cool fingertips rested on the corner of her eye, and the tears blurred the faint fine lines under her eye.
A star of golden osmanthus fell among her black hair, emitting a faint and rich fragrance. Song Xieqing brushed it away for her, and when he was moving his fingertips through her hair, he accidentally caught a glimpse of a strand of white.
Zhu Hao was surprised to find that the expression of the person in front of her suddenly froze. She subconsciously pushed him away, not even bothering to rub his chin even though it hit her.
She just wanted to escape.
But after taking two steps, he was hugged tightly from behind.
"If you don't want me to watch you, then just hold you like this, okay? Even though I can't see you, at least... I can still hold you."
"Good luck." He rubbed the back of her neck and said in a low voice, "I miss you so much, so I want to see you more."
"I know what Pianpian is thinking. Do you know what I am thinking?" Song Xieqing bent down and kissed a strand of white in her black hair. "You may not like what I said, or even feel angry about it, but I have thought hard about it for a long time and still want to tell you."
"Whether it's silver hair or fine lines, isn't it because Pian Pian is still alive and well? I wish you all the best as you grow up safely. I am very happy."
"I returned home eight years ago, but my soul was burned..." Song Xieqing noticed the person in his arms sobbing, and hurriedly added, "It wasn't a serious injury, just some minor flesh wounds. I needed to recuperate in the Ninth Heaven for a few days. I only saw you briefly once before I had to leave. By the time my soul healed, several years had passed in the human world, and your blessings gradually dissipated with the years. Pianpian, I have to continue your blessings, so I have to postpone my return home again and again."
"But fortunately..." He said slowly, "Fortunately, you are safe and sound, fortunately, I can still see you. I wish you all the best. I know you have always been strong and you can live well whether I am here or not. My only saving grace now is that I fought for your life. Therefore, I am happy from the bottom of my heart to see Pianpian grow up. That's why I want to take a closer look at you."
Song Xieqing wanted to say something else, but Zhu Hao suddenly turned around and bumped into his arms. What was waiting for Song Xieqing was not soft words, but the familiar fists raining down on his heart. Zhu Hao cried and hit him: "You lied to me again? Didn't you say you like me! That you are attracted to me! That you love me?"
Song Xieqing let her punch and kick him. He held her in his arms and gently stroked Zhu Hao's back, like stroking the fur of a livid cat. "I like you, I love you, I love you, I love you the most, Zhu Hao."
He was born for her.
"Song Xieqing, you're so eloquent! You're talking nonsense! You're confusing right and wrong! You like me, you're attracted to me, you love me? If that's the case, why didn't you stay if you really only had minor injuries? Why were you in such a hurry to leave? What minor injuries must be healed in heaven? What, can't they be healed on earth? Look, you're really deceiving me! And! I...how have I grown up?! Do you think I'm a three-year-old child? I'm clearly..."
Zhu Hao gathered all his strength, but Song Xieqing was hit by another solid punch. She frowned tightly and scolded, "You're still laughing?"
"Okay, I won't laugh anymore. It's your turn to laugh, okay? Pianpian... let me take a good look at you, okay?" His fingertips brushed across the fine lines at the corners of Zhu Hao's eyes and passed through her half-loose hair. A few strands of silver threads appeared and disappeared among her black hair. Song Xieqing wrapped his fingertips around her knuckles and leaned over to kiss them.
Time has been kind to her, adding only a few touches of grace to the corners of her eyebrows and eyes, and only a few strands of white mixed in her black hair. Apart from that, she is no different from when we first met. If she can be compared to a flawless jade, then now she is the supreme jade engraved with patterns.
Song Xieqing kissed her and said, "My Pianpian is so pretty."
Zhu Hao frowned and said, "Look, you're deceiving me again."
She played with her hair for a long time, finally picking out a strand of half-black, half-white hair and waving it vigorously in front of his eyes, "I'm already old and ugly! And you're still lying with your eyes open..."
"Who said that?" Song Xieqing pinched her face, "What do you mean by yellow pearl? I see that my wife is clearly a pearl hidden in the vast ocean, a bright moon in the sky."
Zhu Hao pretended to hit him, but he saw the man in front of him suddenly transformed into a white-haired old man. Zhu Hao said disdainfully: "...Change back, I don't like it."
Song Xieqing: "..."
In the blink of an eye, he transformed into someone of her age, with a few strands of silver streaking through his dark blue hair. Zhu Hao stared at him, shook her head, and said, "It would be better if you could transform back into a young, jade-faced young man."
Song Xieqing: "..."
"You despise me?" He couldn't believe it.
"How could that be?" She smiled. "My husband is the pearl of the vast ocean, the bright moon in the sky..."
"Song Xieqing...you're becoming more and more different than before. Not only do you love to laugh, you also love to cry. However..." Zhu Hao's eyes flickered as he said seriously, "I like you very much now. You're very good now."
Zhu Hao pulled Song Xieqing to sit down and pushed the soup noodles and longevity peaches towards him. "Centenarian Immortal Song Xieqing, make a wish?"
He let the blessing playfully say so, and clasped his hands together, saying, "I wish that my wife and I may share this day every year."
Song Xieqing didn't believe in these things at first, but now he wanted to be pious.
Zhu Hao pointed his finger at his forehead, angrily saying, "Are you a pig? It won't work if you tell me..."
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Miaoli will not be returning home tonight. She only asked someone to deliver a handwritten letter, saying that Zhuoshui insisted on dragging her to gamble with those street thugs, and she would not go home unless she won a lot of money.
The moonlight was clear and bright, and she and he were bathing under the same crescent moon.
The bells under the eaves tinkled in the wind, the golden osmanthus rustled, and the steps were covered with broken gold. Zhu Hao and Song Xieqing sat together, and the black snakehead in the pond suddenly jumped up, splashing the water.
Yuanyuan, with its bulging belly, rubbed against Zhu Hao's feet. Song Xieqing rubbed the cat's head and subconsciously asked, "Why is Tuantuan not here?"
Tuan Tuan is the little yellow dog he adopted. Eight years ago, he was so majestic that he blocked the door and prevented Song Xieqing from passing. But today, he is nowhere to be seen.
"It's here." Zhu Hao pointed toward the edge of the pond, and Song Xieqing finally spotted the small raised mound. She spoke softly and calmly, "Tuantuan left in early spring. He loved squatting by the pond and watching Yuanyuan fluttering her claws to catch fish... Oh, it's funny, isn't Zhuoshui a fish? She couldn't bear to see Yuanyuan killing her own kind, so she replaced the pond's full of red carp and red-scaled fish with those ugly snakehead fish..."
She hugged Yuanyuan and smiled until she doubled over, her eyes glistening with tears. "This greedy cat really doesn't want to catch snakehead anymore..."
"Later, I often thought that perhaps it was because Tuantuan was no longer squatting by the pond, staring eagerly that Yuanyuan no longer liked to fish."
As I said this, the cat in my arms let out a long, low cry, its pink paws flapping uncontrollably, as if it was acting coquettishly and aggrieved.
"Good luck..." Song Xieqing blurted out two words, and she covered his mouth, "Stop!"
"Birth, aging, sickness, and death are the norm in the human world. Since it's unavoidable, why not face it calmly? Although..." She rubbed her round, soft belly, lowering her eyes, "Thinking of life and death is bound to bring sadness, but if we who are still alive force ourselves not to think about it, who will remember her, them, and it who have passed away? If we remember, and revisit memories from time to time, then wouldn't we all be immortal?"
She put Yuanyuan down, took his hand and shook it left and right, saying softly: "The same is true for me. Although I rely on your love now... But one day I will..."
Before he could finish his words, Zhu Hao's mouth was covered. Song Xieqing forced a smile and said in a half-threatening and half-begging tone: "Pianpian, don't say anything."
Zhu Hao pushed him, "...You are so domineering."
So, Zhu Hao was forced into his arms with her mouth covered. The two of them leaned against each other and looked at the crescent moon hanging high in the sky. Song Xieqing's hands felt sore, so he used his mouth to cover his mouth.
The crescent moon gradually disappeared into the clouds, and the courtyard was lonely. He picked up the person and carried him horizontally, stepping on the golden osmanthus on the ground and going straight into the living room.
Song Xieqing glanced at the furnishings in the room and gently tossed the person up. "You, such a heartless person, are hiding my things again...Are you afraid that when you meet your lover secretly, he will see your husband's things and feel guilty?"
Zhu Hao's heart was beating like a rocket. She grabbed his collar and pounded it, then struggled in his arms, "You're the only one who can talk!"
The two of them were laughing and wrestling with each other. Zhu Hao was naturally defeated and was pressed down by Song Xieqing in the blink of an eye. The wrestling that was originally meant to be a punishment changed its nature the moment their skin touched. Song Xieqing held her slender wrists with one hand, opened her clothes with the other hand, leaned over and rubbed her lips. He lowered his head and bit her waist belt, and with a pull of his teeth, the silk belt loosened.
The two people's breath was entangled, everything was just on the edge, the extreme joy and hidden panic washed away her at the same time. She didn't know when, the clouds broke and the moon came out, and the whole room was filled with silver light. Zhu Hao turned her head slightly and faced a round mirror. Her bun had been loosened by him, and a few strands of dazzling white were spread on the couch.
After all these years, has she really not changed at all?
Of course there is.
At the critical moment, Zhu Hao leaned against his chest and barely avoided it.
Both of them paused and looked at each other, their breath still heavy.
He turned over and lay next to Zhu Hao. She straightened her messy clothes. Song Xieqing reached out and held her in his arms, gently stroking her temples. Apart from that, there was no other inappropriate behavior.
She didn't want him to see any fault in her, not at all.
Even though he never cared.
Zhu Hao was about to push him away, but Song Xieqing stubbornly intertwined his fingers with hers. The moonlight was vast, reflected in his deep eyes, "Zhu Hao, you despise me."
She felt puzzled and said unhappily, "What do I dislike about you?"
Song Xieqing held her in his arms, raised his red eyes, and said, "I'm over a hundred years old. You must be tired of me..."
Best wishes: ...
She opened her mouth and remained silent.
Song Xieqing buried his head in her neck and rubbed it again and again, "Pianpian, I like you so much."
He kissed her skin inch by inch, exercising extreme restraint in every step, softly calling his wife's name, waiting for her response.
The gauze curtains dragged down, raising layers of crimson waves, until dawn in the east, when they lay on the couch and made love. Even after a night of passion, Song Xieqing still refused to let go, and his iron arms only held her tighter.
Zhu Hao suddenly felt a chill on his shoulders.
...When did he become so crybaby?
Song Xieqing kissed the corner of her eye and asked her in a hoarse voice: "Wish you well, what would have happened if I had met you a hundred years ago?"
After a long silence, he suddenly heard a smile. Zhu Hao hugged him back and saw that Song Xieqing had fallen asleep. He whispered in his ear: "You will know."
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