Luo Wenyuan had never experienced what it felt like to be coaxed to sleep. He never expected Qingshan to treat him like this today. He was stunned for a moment, then buried his face in the crook of Qingshan's neck, muttering in a mosquito-like voice:
"I want to hear you sing..."
Qingshan paused as he patted his back.
"Tsk! Why are you making so much trouble? I'm tone-deaf and can't sing!"
"Keep filming, don't stop! You can sing anything, I love it..."
Qingshan thought to himself: You really think you are a young master. I serve you food and sleep, and I have to sing songs for you? Sing then, who is afraid of who?
"The river flows eastward, and the stars in the sky align like the Big Dipper—! Hmm..."
Luo Wenyuan was startled and covered Qingshan's mouth with his hands to hold back his laughter. He listened carefully and found that there was no movement downstairs, so he let go. Wow, this roar really showed the momentum of the heroes of Liangshan. It made my blood boil after hearing it. They could even stop a frightened horse in the street, so what was the point of sleeping!
Luo Wenyuan leaned over and bit Qingshan's neck lightly:
"Sing well! Sing a gentle song..."
Qingshan: Who said that anyone can rap anything? You really can't trust what a man says in bed!
"Gentle? Hi, I haven't sung it for years, I've forgotten the lyrics... Let me think..."
Qingshan patted Luo Wenyuan's back with her small hands, thought for a while, and then hummed:
"Beat the drum quickly and beat the gong slowly. Stop the gong and listen to the singing. All kinds of idle talk can also be singing. Listen to me sing the Eighteen Touches..."
"Stop! How can I fall asleep while you're singing 'Eighteen Touches'? How do you remember the obscene lyrics and music so clearly? You've heard them so many times!"
"Hey—hey, I learned all this from listening to Degang's crosstalk..."
"Do you think I'm stupid? Which crosstalk performance dares to sing "Eighteen Touches"? It's too vulgar. Aren't you afraid of being banned? Sing it well, or you won't be able to sleep tonight!"
Qingshan was helpless: "Okay, okay, I'll change it to something that suits your taste!"
Qingshan racked her brains and thought deeply. Luo Wenyuan leaned on her shoulder, with the corners of his mouth raised and his eyes gentle. The strong and cold mask was finally taken off, revealing the gentle and warm smile of a young man.
"First, I won't make you worry. Second, I won't make you sad. Third, I won't make you wear the wrong little girl's flowery hood..."
Luo Wenyuan sighed: "Alright! Eighteen Touches is no longer being sung, and now it's being dedicated to my lover. What should I choose?..."
Qingshan glared at him, "Master Luo, I just started singing and you already know I'm singing "Sending My Lover Away". It seems you're an expert too. You've been to the Eight Great Hutongs a lot, right? But this is the green version without plug-ins. Do you want to listen? If you don't listen, I really have nothing else to sing!"
"……listen……"
Qingshan cleared her throat and tapped her small hands on Luo Wenyuan's back, "I never dared to believe in fate until I met you. Then the clouds dispersed, the flowers bloomed, and the sky cleared. I'm so lucky to meet you in this sea of people at this most beautiful age. How can I not be afraid of losing..."
As Qingshan's not-so-melodious song sang, Luo Wenyuan felt a surge of happiness he had never experienced before. It weighed heavily on his consciousness, slowly sinking into a soft and sweet dream. Just before he fell asleep, Luo Wenyuan muttered something that no one else could understand:
"...Everyday...coax..."
Qingshan understood his thoughts and replied, "Well, I'll sing to you every day from now on. Go to sleep..."
"...Fourth, I don't want you to be in a hurry. Fifth, I don't want you to be busy. Sixth, I don't want you to wear the wrong little sister's flowery dress..."
Qingshan patted Luo Wenyuan and hummed a song. He didn't know when he fell asleep. When he opened his eyes again, it was still dark outside. In the north, the sun rises late in winter, and it was after six o'clock before the light could be seen.
Luo Wenyuan finally saw what Qingshan looked like when she woke up in the morning. Her thick eyelashes were half-drooped, her eyes were confused and a little cute, so adorable that he couldn't help but kiss her on the cheek:
"Good morning, wife!"
"……morning……"
Qingshan stared at Luo Wenyuan's handsome face in front of him, and always felt that he seemed different from before, as if he had less depressed air and more youthful vigor, and even more handsome!
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