Chapter 122
Huo Changfeng pursed his lips, and his Adam's apple rolled under his pale skin.
After a long silence, he shook his head and said in a voice as low as a piece of paper soaked in water: "I'm fine."
When he lowered his eyes, his eyelashes cast tiny shadows under his eyes.
Mu Qingxuan's brows were twisted into a knot, and her fingertips touched the cold skin on his wrist: "You..."
Huo Changfeng suddenly stood up, and the wooden chair made a harsh sound as it dragged on the floor.
His jawline was tense, and he was eager to change the subject: "It's getting late, I'll go get you some hot water for a bath."
Before he finished speaking, he had already walked quickly towards the door.
Mu Qingxuan stared at his hurried back, feeling a surge of anger in her heart.
Huo Changfeng had been avoiding her for the past two days, but she wasn't angry at all. Why was Huo Changfeng angry now? !
"Huo Changfeng!" Her voice suddenly turned cold. "It was you who was avoiding me, but now you are giving me a cold shoulder?"
The man's back suddenly froze, his knuckles turning white as he clenched his fingers on the door handle.
Yao Jinglan's loud voice could be heard faintly from outside the house, mixed with his suppressed sigh: "I didn't..."
"there is nothing?"
Mu Qingxuan strode up to him and looked up at him.
Huo Changfeng's eyes suddenly dodged.
He opened his mouth, but Mu Qingxuan suddenly turned around and said, "Forget it. If you don't want to say it, no one is forcing you."
"You don't have to boil the water, I'll do it myself."
Mu Qingxuan took some clean clothes.
She stood at the bedroom door, her fingers hovering over the door handle, not letting it fall.
But after waiting for a long time, Huo Changfeng didn't say a word. She bit her lip, turned the handle hard and pushed the door open. The wooden door collided with the door frame with a dull sound, and she slammed the door and left.
Yao Jinglan entertained Lu Jingfeng and was about to blow out the lights and go to bed.
Suddenly, the door was opened.
Hearing the noise, Yao Jinglan looked up and saw Mu Qingxuan standing at the door in thin pajamas, with her hair standing up in a mess, like a kitten with its fur standing on end.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Yao Jinglan put down her needlework, moved to the bedside, and patted the place beside her, "You're not sleeping in the middle of the night, wandering around like a wandering soul."
Mu Qingxuan didn't say anything, but walked straight to the bed, lifted the quilt and crawled in.
The straw and cotton-filled mattress creaked softly, warm from the sun.
She buried her face in the pillow and said sullenly, "Grandma, I want to sleep with you tonight."
The wrinkles at the corners of Yao Jinglan's eyes were gathered up because of her smile, but she deliberately put on a stern face and reached out to push Mu Qingxuan's shoulder: "How old are you? Why don't you go sleep with your husband and come to an old woman like me to make trouble?"
Mu Qingxuan shrank to the corner of the bed wrapped in the quilt, her voice carrying a distinct nasal tone: "Don't mention that stinky man Huo Changfeng in my ears, I have nothing to say to him!"
Yao Jinglan paused what she was doing and looked at Mu Qingxuan's red ears.
Suddenly he stretched out his hand and pinched her earlobe, twisting it gently: "Don't play dumb with me here. You two can quarrel as you like, but don't use my old bones as a shield. Tell me, how did he make you angry?"
Mu Qingxuan suddenly threw back the quilt and sat up, her eyes wide open: "Grandma! How did you know..."
Before he finished speaking, he lowered his head as if he was disappointed, twisted the corner of the quilt with his fingers and muttered: "Anyway, he has been acting weird all day long. When I asked him what was wrong, he refused to tell me. Who is he showing such a stinky face to?"
Yao Jinglan looked at Mu Qingxuan's angry look and couldn't help laughing. She took out a piece of osmanthus candy from the bedside table and stuffed it into her hand.
She reached out to help Mu Qingxuan straighten her messy hair, and her tone suddenly softened: "Silly girl, how can a couple not quarrel? The year your grandfather passed away, we had a quarrel over a basket of persimmons..."
Her voice gradually faded and her eyes fell on the yellowed photo hanging on the wall.
Mu Qingxuan followed Yao Jinglan's gaze and saw that the grandfather in the photo had not yet grown white hair, and grandmother did not have such deep wrinkles at the corners of her eyes.
Although it is a photo, you can still see the deep love between the two.
"Grandma," Mu Qingxuan said softly, "I'm not really angry anymore...it's just that he looks so stubborn. He obviously has something on his mind but he won't say it. It's frustrating."
Yao Jinglan gently patted the back of Mu Qingxuan's hand and said, "Wait until tomorrow morning, and then you two can have a good talk. Between husband and wife, the most frightening thing is that there is a layer of window paper between them. If you don't break it and I don't break it, it will eventually become a wall."
Mu Qingxuan curled her lips and responded in a deep voice.
Yao Jinglan said she wanted to chase Mu Qingxuan away, but she still took the initiative to hold her in her arms.
The grandparents leaned against each other and talked for a while. Mu Qingxuan yawned and her eyelids gradually became heavy.
Yao Jinglan reached out to extinguish the kerosene lamp, and the room fell into a soft darkness.
Maybe it's because I'm old and I don't sleep as much.
The chirping of insects in the autumn night formed a dense web outside the window lattice. Yao Jinglan lay on the bed, listening to Mu Qingxuan's even breathing beside her, but she couldn't close her eyes.
She couldn't help but think about Mu Qingxuan and Huo Changfeng.
At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door.
"grandmother……"
It was Huo Changfeng who shouted in a whisper.
Yao Jinglan raised her eyebrows, stood up and opened the door.
"Grandma." Huo Changfeng's voice was low, with obvious uneasiness in his tone.
He lowered his eyes, not daring to look into Yao Jinglan's eyes, and his toes unconsciously rubbed the floor.
Yao Jinglan stood at the door with her arms folded, and deliberately lowered her voice: "You still know you are wrong? I think you have become too powerful, and you even dare to give your own wife a cold shoulder."
Huo Changfeng's Adam's apple rolled, and his eyes were bloodshot when he looked up: "I'm sorry, I know I was wrong. I will apologize to Xuanxuan and admit my mistake tomorrow."
He had just waited in the house for a long time, but Mu Qingxuan didn't come back, and he was completely panicked.
Yao Jinglan looked at the usually mature and steady man, who was now at a loss like a child who had done something wrong. The anger in her heart gradually softened into a sigh.
She turned sideways and tacitly allowed Huo Changfeng to enter the room, but when she saw him walking towards the bed, she suddenly reached out to stop him: "Xiaoxuan is asleep, don't wake her up."
"No."
Huo Changfeng spoke softly, his footsteps as light as a feather.
He squatted down beside the bed, his eyes fell on Mu Qingxuan's curled up figure, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly - she always liked to curl up like a kitten when she slept, and this habit had never changed anywhere.
He reached out and brushed away the strands of hair on her forehead. His fingertips touched her hot earlobe, and his heart suddenly softened.
Mu Qingxuan mumbled something in her sleep, and Huo Changfeng immediately held his breath.
He carefully put his hand under her waist, and with his other hand he held her knees, gently picking her up.
Yao Jinglan looked at the bulging veins on his arms and knew that he was using all his strength to control his strength for fear of waking the person in his arms.
"Grandma, I'll take her back first. You should also go to bed early."
When Huo Changfeng turned around, Mu Qingxuan leaned her head gently on his shoulder, and even in her dream she unconsciously found a comfortable position in his broad arms.
“It’s great to be young.”
Yao Jinglan smiled and lay back down on the bed.
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