However, Chu Qiao seemed not to notice it. She patted the child's head and said, "I'll sing a song for you. Listen carefully."
you are my sunshine, my only sunshine.
you make me happy when skies are grey.
youllneverknowdearhowmuchiloveyou.
pleasedonttakemysunshineaway.
The gentle singing voice was like a hypnotic soothing incense, floating quietly in the air. The lights were warm, casting a circle of round spots of light. A woman in a white dress was squatting on the ground, her long hair draped over her thin shoulders. In the ebony basin was a chubby white child.
The woman sang with great devotion, but the child in the basin didn't buy it at all. They grabbed each other's hands and feet. The person inside tried desperately to climb out, while the person outside pressed him viciously, but the song that came out of his mouth was extremely gentle. No one could understand what she was singing. Her pronunciation was somewhat similar to Rong'er's at this moment, both using some strange words, but through the gentle tune, one seemed to be able to feel the emotions in the song, like a kind mother, or even more like an affectionate lover.
With a bang, the small basin finally fell to the ground. Rong'er crawled out naked, laughing triumphantly with his eyes curved, exactly like his father's.
The room was a mess and Chu Qiao's dress was wet. She was a little absent-minded, looking at the child, as if she saw Li Ce through him. She glared and said angrily: "Everyone has left, but you still leave such a troublemaker to bully me."
Rong'er chuckled, twisted his chubby little butt and crawled towards the door. Chu Qiao was about to reach out and grab him, but she saw the man standing leaning against the door frame.
He seemed to have been standing there for a long time. The light from the corridor shone in, casting a halo on his handsome face. His eyes were deep and his skin was very fair, but not the kind of fair skin that one sees on ordinary frail scholars. Rather, it was the kind of fair skin that had an aristocratic temperament, like the finest Hetian white jade. He just leaned against the door frame, looking at her with interest. He looked a little lazy and a little mischievous. There was no smile on his lips, but there was a smile in his eyes.
For a moment, she was a little dazed.
She thought she was bewitched by the handsome guy.
Rong'er twisted his little white butt and crawled to the door, swaying left and right. Seeing the uninvited guest, he tilted his head 90 degrees. He wanted to yell at the uninvited guest, but maybe he realized that he was not even as tall as the uninvited guest's boots, so he kept silent.
He sat there thinking for a while, looking back at Chu Qiao, then looking up at Zhuge Yue, and then turning back to look at his own cradle beside the bed. The child was waging a series of fierce struggles deep in his heart. Finally, he uttered a sound similar to a sigh and tugged at Zhuge Yue's clothes. Zhuge Yue lowered his head to look at him, only to see him pointing at a string of jade-carved small swords hanging around Zhuge Yue's waist, babbling.
This was something Zhuge Yue had hung up specially tonight to match his clothes; it looked bright green under the light. Zhuge Yue untied it and handed it to the child.
Rong'er put it in his mouth and took two bites. It seemed that he had not grown teeth yet and could not taste anything. He held it tightly in his hand and crawled out the door in a few seconds.
The fat child twisted left and right and crawled to a room next to Chu Qiao's room, then sat on the ground and kicked the door with his short legs in a very heroic manner.
Meixiang opened the door sleepily, shouted happily when she saw him, and quickly picked up the child. Then she felt something strange and walked out to look towards Chu Qiao's room. Suddenly seeing Zhuge Yue, Mei Xiang’s pretty face suddenly flushed, and with a look of joy, she nodded to Young Master Zhuge in understanding, and then returned to her room with the child in her arms.
The troublesome guy was sent away just like that.
Zhuge Yue thought, although that little fellow was a bit annoying, he was just as sensible as his father when it came to this kind of thing.
He closed the door calmly as if he had arrived at his own room, then slowly walked to Chu Qiao, looked down at her, stretched out a hand, and said, "Are you not getting up yet?"
Chu Qiao felt a little embarrassed and frowned in annoyance. What happened to her? Are you really bewitched by beauty?
She didn't reach out, but tried to stand up on her own. Unexpectedly, as soon as she moved, her feet suddenly went soft. As the ground was very slippery, she screamed "Ah", and fell down again before she could stand up straight.
The expected pain did not come. Zhuge Yue quickly grasped her waist, his warm palm pressed against the skin of her waist. The already soaked clothes could not hide her exquisite curves at all, and pressed against her body, it actually added a bit of extravagant temptation.
She had been squatting for so long that her legs were numb. Zhuge Yue picked her up and laid her on the bed. Her hair was wet, water was dripping down, and her clothes were also wet, as if she was the one who had just been pressed into the wooden basin.
Zhuge Yue picked up a quilt and draped it over her, then stood by the bed and wrapped her tightly, saying, "Don't catch a cold."
The lights in the room were glowing ambiguous lights, shining faintly on his face, making him look hazy and unreal. He took a piece of dry cotton and wrapped her hair. A man like him actually stood in front of her, wiping her hair slowly and carefully without saying a word.
The room suddenly became very hot. Chu Qiao was wrapped in a thick quilt. Sweat flowed down her wet clothes. Her skin was greasy and the quilt was also hot. A few strands of hair fell on his forehead, blocking his sight. Through the hair, she could only see faint cloud patterns on his moon-white gown, which were in circles and made her dizzy.
“What song were you singing just now?” Zhuge Yue suddenly asked, his voice was so gentle, with a hint of masculine hoarseness, but it was very pleasant to listen to, echoing faintly in the air and hitting her eardrums.
She looked up and saw his face, which was incredibly handsome. He also smelled so good that it made her feel so at ease that she wanted to fall asleep.
Seeing that she didn't answer, Zhuge Yue raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, "Xing'er?"
“You are my sunshine.”
Zhuge Yue was stunned for a moment, and asked, “What’s your native dialect?”
"Yeah." Chu Qiao nodded honestly.
"Sing it to me." His voice seemed to have a hint of magic that night, making her not want to argue with him as usual. She slowly took two deep breaths, and her clean and gentle voice softly echoed in the air, like a trace of early spring rain, quietly hitting the lotus pond, splashing a star of tiny water.
you are my sunshine, my only sunshine.
you make me happy when skies are grey.
…
The singing seemed to have grown wings, quietly passing through the past years.
From the first meeting to the fight all the way, life is a barren wild grassland. You don’t know where the traps are hidden, nor do you know where there will be a new life with bright prospects. He stood in front of her, wiping her hair, his slender fingers running through her black hair, as if stirring up the waves of time. The material of his clothes was so soft. She rested her head on his waist and sang softly one of her favorite songs in her previous life.
youllneverknowdearhowmuchiloveyou.
pleasedonttakemysunshineaway.
The warmth in the room reminded her of the days in St. Loan Orphanage many years ago.
The dean was a veteran who had fought in the eight-year war of resistance against Japan and in the Korean War. He broke a leg on the battlefield, but he managed to blow up an American plane. After he was discharged from the army, he returned to his hometown with his pension and opened an orphanage to adopt children who had lost their parents. She is different from other orphans and is lucky enough to have a good grandfather. Later, her grandfather paid for her education and asked a friend to send her to a military academy, where she could join the army and defend her country.
She did not disappoint her grandfather's expectations and grew up healthily. She had excellent grades, a quick mind, and was kind and upright. She finally entered the military region, the command post, and joined the National Military Intelligence Department. Her life seemed like a well-planned smooth road, and she walked along it smoothly.
When she was very young, her grandfather told her that as a soldier, she must be loyal to the emperor and patriotic, and protect the country, the people, and the weak. He told her so many military stories, taught her about integrity and integrity, and told her the meaning and principles of life. She is like a small tree, growing up little by little under the care of her grandfather. She still remembered how happy her grandfather was when she was rewarded for completing her first task. His wrinkles trembled in the sunlight, and his chest vibrated when he laughed. Grandpa hugged her and happily called her a good granddaughter.
Those were the happiest days of her life. She had the most loving family members in the world and the warmest embrace in the world.
When her grandfather was young, he went to study in England and learned foreign languages well. He taught her English, Western etiquette, and how to dance waltz.
Left, right, left, right, sideways, three steps with feet together, spin...
And the songs that grandpa taught her...
theothernightdearasilaysleeping.
Idream diheld you in my arms.
but when i woke, dear, i was mistaken.
andihungmyheadandcried.
She suddenly reached out her hands and hugged Zhuge Yue's waist. The dark shadows of the candle flames were like circles of swirling halos, dancing in the corners of the room, floating and swaying past the window. The boat kept swaying on the water, and the mountains and rivers on both sides quickly receded. Faintly, one could seem to hear the sound of the wind blowing.
“Xing’er,” Zhuge Yue lowered his head and asked, “What does this song mean?”
For some reason, Chu Qiao suddenly blushed, lowered her head, and said nothing.
A warm breath blew over from above, and his chest shook slightly. Chu Qiao knew that he was laughing, although silently, but she knew it.
“It sounds good.” Zhuge Yue stopped and looked directly at her, holding her hand and saying with a smile, “I like it very much.”
His hand was large and warm, and it wrapped tightly around her fist.
She had never known his hands were so strong, so strong that she couldn't move at all.
He slowly came forward, his eyes like dark deep pools, one could not see the waves rolling inside.
His voice was low and hoarse, and he whispered in her ear: "This is a punishment, so you can do bad things during the day."
After saying that, he lowered his head and kissed her lips. She suddenly became extremely nervous. Although she had lived two lives and had experience in kissing, for some reason, she would still be extremely nervous every time she faced him. She didn't even seem to know where to put her hands and feet.
However, she waited with her eyes closed for a long time, but there was no movement. She opened her eyes carefully, and saw someone smiling at her under the light. Seeing her peeking, he came closer, his warm breath sprayed on her face, and said with a smile: "Are you waiting for me to kiss you?"