Young Master Xing's Pillow Wife

Mid-Autumn Festival, Xing Kun and Su Luobai were talking at the airport, a group of people walked past them, occasionally whispering, Xing Kun and Su Luobai didn't care, maybe they were whispering.

"Are you Xing Kun and Su Luobai?"

Hearing this, Xing Kun and Su Luobai were taken aback immediately, they both glanced over, they were all unfamiliar faces, they had never seen each other before.

"What that male artist did was really too much, but you also fought back beautifully."

As soon as the words fell, Su Luobai and Xing Kun knew that these people were recognized by the news about male artists before.

After saying "thank you" cautiously, Su Luobai blushed from what they said next.

"When will you get married?"

After asking, seeing Su Luo's blushing face, she wanted to hide her whole body behind Xing Kun, and that person looked directly at Xing Kun.

Xing Kun wasn't shy at all, instead he pursed his lips, with a smile almost overflowing from the corner of his eyes, and said, "It's in the plan."

The conversation with passers-by did not affect the mood of the two of them. On the plane, Xing Kun kept playing with Su Luobai's hand, which made Su Luobai a little embarrassed, but at the same time, he was very happy that Xing Kun would be willing to be so close to her.

After getting off the plane, there is still some distance from the town, so we have to reverse the car a few times to get there.

When sitting in the car, looking at the hard-working farmers and the leisurely people, I feel that the whole person is liberated from the fast-paced life.

This kind of slow life, although I haven't really felt it yet, just looking at it from a distance makes people want to get intoxicated and don't want to come out. It's beautiful like a picture scroll. Su Luobai's occupational disease is coming, and he wants to take out his camera to take pictures It's not a good scene.

However, Xing Kun had fallen asleep with his eyes closed at some point, Su Luobai moved towards Xing Kun's side, before he had time to press Xing Kun's head on his shoulder.

Xing Kun's head found its place by itself, and the two heads were next to each other. Because of the close proximity, Su Luobai could even feel Xing Kun's breath.

From the corner of her eye, she looked at her own shoulder, and then at the position of Xing Kun's shoulder. Su Luo gave up on the idea of ​​pressing Xing Kun's head on her shoulder. After all, there was not only a height difference between the two of them, Sitting here, the shoulders are also poor, and Xing Kun's head is leaning on her shoulders. No matter how you think about it, this is an extremely awkward posture.

When he opened his eyes again, Xing Kun found himself leaning against Su Luobai, so he immediately got up, smiled embarrassedly and said, "You should wake me up earlier."

Because Xing Kun was leaning on his body, along the way, not only did he not dare to move half of his body, he didn't even dare to breathe heavily, for fear that the loud breathing would wake Xing Kun up.

As soon as Xing Kun got up, Su Luobai moved her stiff body, looked at Xing Kun and said, "It's okay, you came here to accompany me, but you stayed up all night for several nights, and you can take time off after finishing things in advance." , all I can do is act as a pillow.”

Thinking of Xing Kun's slight frown when he was sleeping just now, Su Luobai added: "Maybe this pillow is not very competent, I guess I'm a little panicked."

Xing Kun smiled and didn't speak, but stretched out his hands to help Su Luobai knead the numb half of his body, and asked from time to time: "Is it better?"

The two chattered at the back until everyone in the car got off, and the two were still sitting on the seats. The driver brother glanced back and shouted impatiently, "I didn't get off the car!" Hurry up and get out of the car." The two got out of the car.

Pulling a suitcase alone, Su Luobai looked at this small town, and really couldn't see that there was nothing special about it other than being more comfortable and comfortable.

No matter how you look at it, Su Luobai couldn't think of the reason why Xing Kun brought her here, and finally asked: "Why did you bring me here, is there anything special here?"

Xing Kun looked at Su Luobai and smiled gently, his voice was not as cold as usual, but a little softer, and his tone was slowed down as if he was about to tell a story to a child.

"This small town is very famous. It is said that there have been very powerful people."

Regarding Xing Kun's act of telling a story without saying a word, Su Luobai was very cooperative and listened from the side without saying anything to interrupt.

"He's gone to war, and his wife lives here alone."

"That man is very powerful. In just a few years, he became a general, and her wife gave birth to two children for him."

This story is just the beginning, but Su Luobai can almost predict that the tragic ending of this story, and the stories involving war, have few good endings.

Sure enough, Xing Kun changed his voice and said: "However, when the war was over and the man could finally be with his wife, his wife was already seriously ill, and she only saw her once. Then I went to another world with a smile."

The story Xing Kun told was not very clear, even a little unclear, but Su Luobai listened carefully. While Xing Kun was speaking, she also automatically completed a lot of Xing Kun's stories in her mind. Kun did not say, but it is likely to happen.

For example, when a man goes out to fight, how hard it is for orphans and widowed mothers, how lonely it is for a wife to stay alone in an empty house, and how ecstatic the wife should be when a letter from home is sent back.

At this point Su Luobai felt that it should be over, but for some reason she felt that this story should not be so simple, so she asked: "And then?"

Xing Kun pinched Su Luobai's cheek and said: "Afterwards, the man was already a general, but he rejected the official position and rights bestowed on him by the emperor, resolutely disarmed and returned to the field, and settled in the place where her wife lived from birth to death, and lived down."

Hearing this, Su Luobai's heart tightened. If there was no war, the two of them could spend their lives in peace. They were childhood sweethearts, chasing and playing when they were young, men farming and women weaving after marriage, and children and grandchildren in their old age. No matter how you think about it, it is a happy thing.

Unconsciously, Su Luobai held Xing Kun's hand tightly, fearing that Xing Kun would disappear in front of him anytime soon.

"The descendants of the two of them have settled here for a long time, and after many years, more people have lived here."

"Although the two of them couldn't be together due to various reasons, it is said that every pair of people who come here to pray devoutly will live happily ever after and stay together for a lifetime."

It sounded a little heavy at first, but when Xing Kun watched him say these words, Su Luobai couldn't help but teased: "How old are you, you still believe this."

Xing Kun held Su Luobai's hand, kissed lightly on the back of his hand, and said, "I didn't believe it at first, but when I met you, I was willing to believe it."