matchmaking

epilogue one

The bloodstain on Luo Youning's neck was gone.

Although the old wound dormant in the bottom of my heart has not healed for many years, but now the pus has been squeezed out and the tumor poison is gone. As time goes by, there will always be a day when the scab will form.

They returned to the city where they lived the next night.

It's only been two days since they went out, but when they returned home, the two of them always had the illusion that they were separated from each other.

Qiao Jing simply boiled some oatmeal milk, and when she came out, Luo Youning was squatting in the living room and sorting out her luggage.

The floor-to-ceiling curtains are open, and the lights of thousands of houses adorn the night, like a river of stars meandering away.

Qiao Jing handed him the hot oat milk: "What do you want to do next?"

Luo Youning thanked her, and just after taking the cup, she felt warm to the touch, and the temperature was just right when she drank it.

He thought for a while, and then said, "Apart from work, that's overtime."

Qiao Jing asked him, "Are you planning to live alone?"

"That person is completely dead, I can continue to live there." Luo Youning got up and put the half-drinked milk on the coffee table, paused and said in a low voice, "I've been bothering you for a while."

"Discuss with Bingwen's parents and sell the house over there." Qiao Jing looked at him, "Move here and live with me. Not to mention that it's closer to your company, the environment is better, and the two of them have a caretaker. "

"That can't be done," Luo Youning raised his head and said with a smile, "Qiao Jing, we are just friends, you have helped me enough, if this continues, I will never be able to pay it back."

Qiao Jing looked at him deeply: "I mean, maybe we can try."

Luo Youning was slightly taken aback: "What?"

"Going a step further, like—like this."

Qiao Jing lowered her head facing him, her handsome face was reflected in the depths of her eyes, vaguely still in that dim theater back then, the seed in his heart that was buried in a daze quietly sprouted.

So the whispers melted into the lips and tongues.

is a warm kiss.

epilogue two

In the end, Qiao Jing didn't return the jar of fresh earth from Yu Bingwen's grave, but placed it in the study as usual.

Luo Youning hung another string of amulets that he had asked for in Yongning Temple on the mouth of the porcelain jar, and a string of exquisitely shaped cat bells hung under the talisman paper.

Although it is a bell, there is no copper tongue that can make sound inside. The monks in the temple said that it is a requiem bell, which can ward off evil spirits.

The white-glazed porcelain pot squats quietly in front of the table, like a relief landscape of the period, and it is a peaceful place.

Luo Youning wiped off the ups and downs on the edge of the altar table, looked at the porcelain pot and suddenly thought, and said in a low voice, "If you are still here, how about ringing this bell?"

The doors and windows of the house are closed tightly, the curtains are lowered, and even the wind has never visited.

Qiao Jing called him out in the living room, he smiled self-deprecatingly, turned around and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.

He didn't hear it. The moment he closed the door, a series of crisp bells suddenly sounded in the silent room.

A ray of sunlight climbs down on the porcelain pot through the cracks of the window sill, casting a halo of light, and fogging up the white porcelain, reflecting the quiet time and the good years.

The pale figure by the window seemed to be as light as dust.