He murmured to the empty room, his knuckles unconsciously rubbing the edge of the diary - the warmth of Qin Ying's fingers was still there.
It turns out that there are people in this world who, like him, chewed the word "Qin Ying" into pieces, swallowed it into the gaps between their bones, and then vomited it out, mixed with blood foam, and watered it into a crazy flower.
Wei Zhuolan's madness is that he drills through time and space without any care; and his madness is that he knows she can't come back, but still guards this body like guarding a desolate grave.
The moonlight outside the window suddenly dimmed for a moment. He looked at his own shadow on the wall and found that his shadow was exactly the same as the hunched posture Wei Zhuolan had when he left.
The moment he lowered his head, he realized that he was holding the diary tightly.
The edge of the paper left a red mark on his palm, which vaguely resembled the warmth Qin Ying left on his chest.
Taking the diary, I returned to the bedroom silently.
The golden moonlight cuts through the window lattice, like a knife cutting through memories.
He slammed the diary on the table and stared at the words "Qin Ying" on the cover - the so-called "cherish the person in front of you", but he didn't even cherish the real her.
Fu Hanzhou walked towards the wardrobe and stroked Qin Ying's clothes with his fingertips. The unique scent of Qin Ying was slowly dissipating, leaving only the faint scent of soapberry.
"I lost you."
He leaned against the inside of the closet, listening to his heartbeat echoing in the empty closet:
He hadn't gotten along well with her yet.
He bent down and dragged out the camphorwood box from under the bed, collected all of Qin Ying's clothes, folded them and put them in. This girl from several decades later had no sense of superiority or impetuousness, she was simple, frugal and self-reliant.
After packing up Qin Ying's things, he stood up with his back to the bed and buttoned his military uniform, buttoning each one tightly.
The small sound coming from the door made him subconsciously turn around. Qin Ying was standing at the door stiffly, with her head slightly lowered. The coarse cloth jacket she was wearing was washed gray, and the patch on the collar was particularly conspicuous.
"Brother Fu, I..."
Her voice was as thin as a mosquito's, and her hands unconsciously tugged at the corners of her clothes, hiding the buttons she had picked up during the day behind her back.
Fu Hanzhou suddenly stopped moving, his eyes falling on the patch on her clothes, thinking of Qin Ying's neat handwriting in the diary, and the money she had saved for the girl in front of him.
"...I'll take you shopping for some clothes later."
He stared at the mirror-smooth buttons on his chest, his tone stiff as if he was giving an order:
"Don't wear these anymore."
Qin Ying looked up suddenly, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, and her fingers trembled slightly:
"Really?"
She had grown up without anyone ever saying they wanted to buy her new clothes, and this sudden concern made her a little overwhelmed.
"Um."
Fu Hanzhou turned his eyes away, not wanting her to see the complex emotions in his eyes.
In fact, he felt more guilty about Qin Ying who had left, and wanted to make up for it by being nice to the person in front of him.
"It's getting late."
He suddenly stood up, his voice hoarse as if filled with sand:
"You go to bed first. I'm going to the study to do some reading. No need to wait for me."
The smile on Qin Ying's face froze, and her fingertips unconsciously twisted the corner of her clothes.
She originally wanted to say, your button broke this morning and I wanted to sew it back for you, but she didn't seem to have time to say it.
She watched Fu Hanzhou walk out of the room. His back was straight, but he seemed to be hiding a heavy burden.
The carpet in the room seemed exceptionally quiet at this moment, with no sound to break the awkwardness and confusion.
She didn't dare ask why, but just said "Oh" softly and watched him close the study door.
The moment the door closed, the lights in the room seemed to dim a little. The only sounds were the ticking of the wall clock and her own increasingly light breathing.
When she woke up in the morning, she found that something was wrong with Brother Fu. He said a lot of things to her that she couldn't understand.
What violin, what bilingual proofreading, what is that?
Watching him running downstairs in a panic, so anxious that even the buttons on his clothes fell off, she had never seen Brother Fu like this before.
He always spoke very little in front of her and was always polite to her, but when he woke up this morning, he seemed like a different person.
Rather than those words that she couldn't understand, she actually wanted to know who the girl called "Yingying" he was talking about was, who could make him so confused.
But the mother-in-law said, "All men make mistakes sometimes," so she held back and didn't ask any more questions.
After all, she was able to marry into the Fu family, and their family treated her very well.
She is very content.
However, she still felt that things were a little strange, especially when the man named Wei Zhuolan came to her house.
He is Tingting's boyfriend, but why when he was with Brother Fu, the person he mentioned seemed to be "Qin Ying", and what's even stranger is that when he rushed into the yard, his eyes were full of naked shock and disbelief.
The way he and Brother Fu looked at her was like they were looking at the stone lions at the entrance of the village - both were soulless things.
But when she woke up in the morning, she was still held tightly in Brother Fu's arms, but now she fled as if avoiding the plague. She looked down at the button in her palm and remembered what her mother-in-law said, "You are the benefactor of the Fu family"----but even a benefactor seemed unable to keep a man's heart.
The coolness of the metal against my skin was like his promise to buy me clothes. It was so hot that it made my heart tremble, but in the blink of an eye it turned into ice.
She sat there blankly, her eyes slowly becoming moist, but she still believed in Brother Fu, just as he believed that she was not a fickle woman.
She opened the closet, took out all of Fu Hanzhou's clothes, checked them one by one under the light, and mended the damaged parts one by one.
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