Chapter 178: First Chapter: Breathing gradually deepened, overshadowing the night rain...
Looking at Xiaoyu who was getting closer and closer, Song Linsheng's eyelashes trembled and his eyes were blurred.
His name is like an inescapable curse, clearly indicating endless danger, but still making people unable to restrain the desire to get close to him.
Closer, closer.
"Xiao Yu..." The voice that used to be clear and self-controlled became low and hoarse at this moment, mixed with the chaos and noise of the rainy night, adding a touch of uneasy wantonness and restrained arrogance.
Song Linsheng's fingertips were stained with a light red, and the area behind his ears was burning hot. He couldn't help but tighten his jaw, holding his breath and staring at Wen Yu's eyes that were so close to him——
Like spring apricots with dew on them, about to bloom but not yet.
No one can hold back.
"Song Linsheng, Song Linsheng."
Xiaoyu's murmurs became softer and softer, but they made the burning sensation in his heart grow heavier and heavier.
My breathing became heavier, drowning out the sound of the night rain outside the window.
Without any more complicated distractions, in an instant, Song Linsheng's heartstrings suddenly broke, and the suppressed desire broke through the cage.
He turned over suddenly, his clothes flying, and the positions of Song Linsheng and Wen Yu were reversed.
He used his absolute strength to trap Wen Yu between the two of them on the bed. The scents of the two merged and overlapped, wrapping them tightly in an airtight net. The gushing breath exploded in his ears, and his mind roared like thousands of butterflies fluttering their wings.
Xiaoyu's cheeks were flushed and her eyes were moist.
"I, I..." Song Linsheng wanted to speak, but he had no way to refute.
"Song Linsheng, don't be afraid."
His hand was held by Xiaoyu, and then gradually moved down until it fell on her slender waist.
The overlapping lapels and tightly locked silk ribbons acted like a natural barrier, isolating him from the outside.
Song Linsheng lowered his eyes, his throat slid, and his red fingertips reached out to the Ruyi silk belt around Wen Yu's waist like a possessed person.
The night was dark and the rain was heavier. The sound of rushing water was endless, falling from the green tiled eaves onto the depression outside the window, dripping and stirring the heart.
After a flurry of activity, the Ruyi silk ribbon woven with white background, blue and white patterns and gold threads was as steady as a rock, not moving at all.
Fine beads of sweat hung on Song Linsheng's forehead, and even the tip of his nose was red from the candlelight. He lowered his head and looked at his clumsy hands, his whole face almost burning.
Boundless embarrassment and awkwardness surrounded him, but the restlessness in his heart made him even more anxious and almost tearful.
"Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu..."
"Song Linsheng? Song Linsheng?" Wen Yu hurriedly responded when he heard him calling his name.
Song Linsheng's face was pale, he was sweating profusely, his eyelashes kept trembling, but there was no sign of waking up.
Wen Yu tilted her head in surprise, then lightly raised her fingertips, and a ray of green light immediately penetrated into the center of Song Linsheng's eyebrows.
"Song Linsheng? Wake up?"
Along with the calls, slightly cool fingertips tapped his face lightly, like the dawn breaking through the layers of fog, pointing Song Linsheng to wakefulness.
What meets the eye are layers of curtains, swaying slowly in the breeze.
Song Linsheng was stunned for a moment.
He blinked uncertainly, and when he looked up again, Wen Yu's hand was already on his forehead.
"What's going on? Is it a nightmare?" Wen Yu muttered to himself.
"Xiaoyu?" Song Linsheng's lips and teeth moved slightly, with a hint of hesitation.
"Huh? Are you there?" It didn't seem that hot, which was really strange. Wen Yu responded while withdrawing his hand.
Song Linsheng stretched his neck and glanced out——
The sky was bright and the room was filled with golden light.
Memories came flooding in like a tide, almost drowning him in an instant, robbing him of his breath and leaving him no room to breathe.
Those green and red, obscure fragments flashed before his eyes, and each scene almost stripped away his remaining sanity.
——It’s a dream.
It turned out to be a dream.
Song Linsheng's breathing stagnated, and he quickly withdrew his gaze, staring at the curtain above him without moving, fearing that he would meet Wen Yu if he was not careful.
Fortunately it was just a dream.
"The doctor said that the most serious problem with cold is worrying and having nightmares."
Wen Yu was completely unaware. She raised her fingers, which were bandaged by Song Linsheng in three layers, and approached Song Linsheng awkwardly.
"Shall I help you up?"
"No need!" Song Linsheng answered quickly without thinking.
But as soon as the words came out of his mouth, he was filled with regret.
He had never spoken to Xiaoyu in such a harsh tone.
"I, I mean... just call Xiyan."
Song Linsheng stood stiffly, not daring to move at all. His hands were tightly grasping the corners of the quilt, and the exposed finger bones were bluish-white.
Upon hearing this, Wen Yu glanced outside. The screen embroidered with green phoenix trees blocked most of her view, and she could only see the rays of blue sun coming through the screen.
The morning light breaks, and it is another nice day.
"Xiyan just left." Wen Yu retracted her gaze and faced Song Linsheng. "Xiyan said that it rained all night last night, and it actually planted...planted, what was it..."
Wen Yu's voice slowed down.
Song Linsheng turned his eyes quietly and saw that Wen Yu's face was wrinkled and she seemed to be in great distress.
"I didn't hear clearly, but something was turned on and he went to fix it." Wen Yu stopped worrying about it and raised his chin towards the door, signaling to Song Linsheng.
What's open?
Song Linsheng immediately understood what he meant. Counting the days, it was time.
Great joy filled his chest, calming Song Linsheng's panic and shyness. He even forgot for a moment and prepared to get up.
Wen Yu saw him supporting the bed with one hand, so she reached out to help.
"Xiaoyu." Song Linsheng paused with his scallion-white fingertips stretched out in front of him, and his whole body leaned back a little. "Let's call Xiyan back first."
…
Now that summer has arrived, the sunlight is brighter and more blazing than before, and also hotter and more scorching.
Wen Yu hid under the hanging flower arch outside the courtyard, using the lush branches of flowers to provide her with shade.
But she waited for a long time and Xiyan didn't come out of the room.
"This inkstone washing process is so slow..." Wen Yu couldn't help but mutter in a low voice.
She was thinking of waiting for Song Linsheng to get up before checking his pulse, wondering if he would have a fever again.
"Xiaoyu——"
A soft and warm call sounded in his ears, and Wen Yu turned around in response.
"Song Linsheng?" Wen Yu tilted her head and peeked back. "Why did you come out? You didn't stay in the house to rest, and you didn't even come to wash the inkstone?"
As she spoke, without waiting for Song Linsheng to reply, Wen Yu started to push Song Linsheng back to his room.
"Don't worry, go back to your room. At worst, I can go to the study."
Song Linsheng was shy, perhaps feeling embarrassed for occupying her yard, so he got up in a hurry.
But then again, there was no question of occupying it or not. This yard was originally Song Linsheng's residence, so there was no need to be polite to her.
She would be thankful if he could just focus on recuperating.
Wen Yu walked towards Song Linsheng with both hands, trying to persuade him to change his mind.
But before her hand touched Song Linsheng, he took it.
Xiaoyu's hands are slender, white and smooth like sheep fat.
Song Linsheng smiled faintly and shook his head, "Typhoid fever is just a minor illness and pain. It's not something that can keep you from leaving the house."
"But—" But you are a mortal...
Wen Yu muttered, but didn't continue speaking. Her entire gaze was fixed on her own and Song Linsheng's hands.
The image of last night's bandaging came to mind, and Wen Yu quickly pulled his hand back, "But the doctor said--"
Song Linsheng's palms felt empty, but he was not discouraged.
"But Xiyan also said that after the rain last night, the flowers in the greenhouse bloomed. Xiaoyu doesn't want to go and see them?"
"Flower?" Wen Yu muttered silently, as if that was the case. "Oh, you haven't told me what kind of flower it is yet?"
I was in a hurry to wash the inkstone and didn't explain it to her clearly, so she didn't hear clearly what flower was blooming.
Curiosity drove Wen Yu away from arguing with Song Linsheng.
Song Linsheng smiled faintly, as if he had succeeded and kept the secret, "But please move over, Xiaoyu, and you'll see the result later."
Wen Yu had kept him in high spirits. Her eyes shone brightly, and her joyful expression clearly showed that she had already forgotten the embarrassment just now.
"Great! I'd like to see what kind of magical flower it is."
As soon as he said this, Wen Yu started to walk away, but he stopped before he took two steps.
"Since these flowers are so rare, why not ask Ah Zhu, Ah Bai, and Xi Yan to go and admire them together?"
After saying this, Wen Yu nodded with satisfaction, then turned around to call someone.
"Xiaoyu!"
Song Linsheng spoke immediately, his voice much higher than usual. Perhaps he himself noticed it, and his face turned red.
"Azhu and Abai are probably out shopping with Lord Song right now, so they're not at home."
"Ah...Is that so?" Wen Yu nodded, indicating her acceptance, and then she brought up the topic again, "What about Xiyan? Why don't you and I go with Xiyan?"
I don’t know what Xiyan is busy with. Song Linsheng has been out for a long time, but there is still no sign of him.
Wen Yu tilted her head towards the door of the inner room, only to see that it was tightly closed, making it impossible to see inside.
"Do you want to wait and wash the inkstone?"
Before he finished speaking, Song Linsheng moved slightly, blocking Wen Yu's sight.
"Wash the inkstone." Song Linsheng paused, "I have other things to do."
Finally, as if still afraid that Wen Yu would refuse, Song Linsheng hurriedly added, "Besides, he had already seen it this morning when he washed the inkstone. If we talk about appreciation, he was even ahead of you and me."
Wen Yu nodded slowly when he heard this, and that was true.
"Well, then we can only feast our eyes!" After saying that, Wen Yu stopped hesitating and walked away.
She had lived in the Song residence for so long, so she could still find a greenhouse.
Although she had only been there once when she first entered the mansion, her memory was more than just talk.
Wen Yu in front of me was walking briskly with her hair flying, looking very relaxed and comfortable.
Seeing her figure walking away, Song Linsheng finally breathed a sigh of relief and quickly raised his legs to catch up.
Wen Yu walked through corridors and courtyards along the way, and even the Taketori-in Temple where Ayuan and the others lived was left behind for a long time before he finally stopped.
This greenhouse is quite a distance away from Guanwuyuan.
"Song Linsheng?" Wen Yu raised her chin. This greenhouse seemed different from the first time she came here.
Unlike its previous appearance, the greenhouse has now been converted into a half-open courtyard surrounded by a fence, so that people can see from a distance an exquisite waterwheel turning inside.
The gurgling water and the clear sound of the water are quite charming.
"This place was originally empty. I renovated it a few days ago and added some furnishings and flowers."
Song Linsheng explained softly, as if Wen Yu was the owner of this place.
"Hmm, it looks good." Wen Yu nodded. Song Linsheng's taste was certainly not bad. "Then what about washing the inkstone?"
Wen Yu suddenly stopped talking halfway.
She sniffed lightly, and after a moment took several deep breaths. The rich floral fragrance immediately invaded her nerves, wrapping her in a quiet and cool feeling.
It is true that you can smell the fragrance before seeing it.
She knew—
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