deep love

Shi Qingqiu had quite a few things. The trophies he got in the past few years together with some clothes filled two suitcases, almost not enough.

Leaving Phoenix City before dinner to go home, on the way he turned around to buy groceries, and when he got home, Shi Qingqiu started to organize his things.

She first took her trophy to the glass cabinet in Wen Qinghan's study and put it in order, and finally her clothes.

Wen Qinghan watched from the side, rolled up his sleeves and planned to help her.

But Shi Qingqiu refused to let her go, and pushed Wen Qinghan out, "I don't want your help, you go and cook, and you can start the meal after I finish it."

Wen Qinghan glanced at the suitcase, "So many clothes, do you really not need me?"

Shi Qingqiu shook his head resolutely: "No, I want to eat right away after tidying up, you go to cook, it's your turn to cook today."

Wen Qinghan stroked her hair, and said lightly with the corners of her lips: "Then call me when you need help, if you don't need it, put the suitcase after tidying it up, and I'll pack it up after dinner."

Shi Qingqiu pulled her hand, pushed her out of the room and urged: "Go, I'm hungry."

Wen Qinghan was ruthlessly pushed to the kitchen to make dinner, while Shi Qingqiu was in the room to organize her clothes into the closet.

A long time ago, she imagined that when she grew up, besides holding a wedding with her lover, she would have such an ordinary life.

Their shoes will be neatly arranged on the shoe cabinet in the hallway, their clothes will be hung together regardless of each other, they will sit together at the dining table and serve each other food, and they will look at each other and smile every time they look at each other.

She also thought that this kind of life might never happen again. She was so afraid of experiencing another separation that she didn't even give herself the chance to start.

But now, the picture that I imagined at the beginning is gradually becoming fuller, and it is the same person in the picture, the person who is used to high and cold, and who can make people feel cold all over when his eyes sink.

On the bottom layer of the closet, winter coats were stacked. Shi Qingqiu stacked his own coat on top of it, and when he put it on for the second time, he swept his hand inadvertently and bumped into a soft object.

She pulled it out and saw that it was a square pillow with a Q-version character printed on both sides.This style makes it easy for people to not be able to tell what character is painted, but Shi Qingqiu recognized it at first sight, it was the appearance of a movie she made two years ago.

Because that character has a tattoo on his face, which looks flamboyant and glamorous, she remembers this look.

Shi Qingqiu hugged the pillow, as if such a scene appeared in front of her eyes, Wen Qinghan hugged the pillow and nestled on the sofa watching TV, when a call came suddenly, she let go of one hand to hold the phone to answer, but from the beginning to the end Did not let go of the pillow.

Shi Qingqiu's nose was sour, and he suddenly imagined that when he was working outside the past two years, Wen Qinghan endured the affection in his heart, carefully sent messages to himself, and only called him once after a long time, and basically said Don't worry about the situation at home.

In fact, it's not that she doesn't want to contact her, it's just that, as she said that day, if she takes a wrong step, she won't be here now.

When Wen Qinghan walked in, Shi Qingqiu was putting some trivial things into the drawer, and also put away the photo album.

With sharp eyes, she saw the pillow on the bed at a glance.

As early as the first day when Shi Qingqiu moved in, she completely opened up her private realm to Shi Qingqiu.Although she would not take out the things that were used to ease her longing in the past, she was not willing to throw them away. She just left them there. As for whether Shi Qingqiu would find out, she didn't think too much about it.

Wen Qinghan walked over with light steps, stretched out his hand from behind to wrap around Shi Qingqiu's waist, sighed in her ear and asked knowingly: "Mrs. Wen, why did you find out my things?"

Shi Qingqiu pushed the drawer in, and said flatly: "You can think about it, and confess to yourself before I dig it all out."

Wen Qinghan rested his chin on her shoulder, and said honestly: "No more, just this one."

Now she can't help Wen Qinghan's little bit of showing weakness, but whenever Wen Qinghan approaches her and his voice is a little softer, she can't bear to tease him.Especially after knowing Wen Qinghan's thoughts these years, she is full of pity.

Shi Qingqiu turned around and sniffed the smell on Wen Qinghan's body, it seemed to smell like some food.She pursed her lips and smiled, this immortal who doesn't eat the fireworks of the world, after all, got into the smoke and dust of the secular world because of her.

"Mrs. Shi." Shi Qingqiu brushed her long hair from her shoulders, and said with a half-smile: "You are a bit worse than that child a while ago. He has me in his whole room, and you are just a pillow."

"One is enough." Wen Qinghan didn't avoid it, with a gentle look on his face, he hugged Shi Qingqiu into his arms, "When I miss you, I just hug it, so I don't need so much. And my colleagues occasionally Come here, if they find out, maybe you will know about it. That Chen Yi, I will definitely have a lot to say when I see you."

Shi Qingqiu leaned into her ear and asked softly: "So, is our baby Wen jealous?"

Wen Qinghan asked back: "What do you guess?"

"I guess..." Shi Qingqiu narrowed his eyes and smiled, and exhaled softly in Wen Qinghan's ear, "I guess I must have drunk a big pot of vinegar, it's still the most sour."

Wen Qinghan smiled softly, did not answer, but still hugged Shi Qingqiu tightly with both hands.

In the past, she didn't have an identity capable of loving Shi Qingqiu, and she could only silently suppress the emotions that accompanies love.Even though they were married a few months ago, she couldn't confide in her affection.

She once thought that if they were really just friends, then through this marriage relationship, they could at least care about and love her.For her, it is enough, to be able to accompany her until she grows old, just friends are also fine.

Now, she can love without scruples and doesn't need to hide anymore.She can be jealous openly, hold Shi Qingqiu in her arms when she misses her, comb her hair and dress for Shi Qingqiu, and don't have to worry about those emotions being revealed inadvertently.

Shi Qingqiu touched her long hair and whispered in her ear: "Qinghan, tell me about your life these years, okay? I want to hear, I want to know, what do you think of me."

Wen Qinghan stared at her and asked: "Do you really want to know? It might be boring, boring, and plain. There is nothing that can attract you at all."

Shi Qingqiu's heart was soft, and he held Wen Qinghan's face to coax her: "What I want to know is about you, and those about me, don't hide a single word from me."

Wen Qinghan raised his eyebrows slightly, thought for a while, then took Shi Qingqiu's hand and walked towards the door, and said as he walked: "If you want to hear a story, then eat first, and let's go for a walk after dinner, I will tell you slowly ..."

After dinner, many people would go for a walk in the garden. The location of the house Wen Qinghan bought is good, not only the scenery is not bad, but also the entertainment facilities are not lacking.

As the night was approaching and the breeze was blowing, many people in the community came out for a walk, including couples and elderly couples, including a family of three with children.

Autumn is about to enter, and the wind at night has changed from warm to cool.Wen Qinghan and Shi Qingqiu walked leisurely along the flower garden holding hands, they walked towards the direction where the sun was setting.

Wen Qinghan asked leisurely: "Mrs. Wen, is the meal tonight still to your taste?"

Seeing her playful manner like this, Shi Qingqiu also smiled in cooperation: "Naturally it fits, that steamed fish is very delicious, it really is Chef Wen."

Wen Qinghan smiled, under the setting sun, her eyes flickered with rippling, "Is only steamed fish delicious? What about cold potato shreds? Are there others?"

"It's all delicious, every dish is the same as that made in a big restaurant, no, it's even more delicious." Shi Qingqiu shook the hands he held together and praised her without hesitation.

The corners of Wen Qinghan's lips curled up, her heart was warm, she raised her chin and said: "Qingqiu, I'm going to start telling a story, listen carefully, I won't tell it a second time."

Shi Qingqiu let go of her arm and took her arm, "Well, listen carefully."

She was silent for a while, looking far away, falling on the artificial lake not far away, and then on the stone bridge. It was not until the silence seemed as long as a century, that she said in a low voice: "This house is My dad gave it to me when I graduated from college. He asked me to choose it, and I chose this place. The scenery is very good, the style is also atmospheric, and most importantly, it doesn’t look like a person who just came out of work would choose. On the contrary, it looks like the type that people with a family would choose.”

She stopped, Shi Qingqiu laughed and asked her: "And then?"

Wen Qinghan glanced at her, smiled faintly, and opened his lips again: "Then, on the first day I just moved in, a neighbor asked me 'Girl, are you not afraid to live alone in such a big house?', I said, 'Don't be afraid, I usually call my colleagues over for a gathering when I have a break, and we can stay in a spacious place'. Then, the neighbor laughed at me, saying that it was the first time I had seen someone buy a house, and they thought that my colleagues could not come to play enough place."

Shi Qingqiu faintly felt Wen Qinghan's real purpose at that time, her heart trembled slightly, and she hugged Wen Qinghan's arm tightly.

Wen Qinghan led Shi Qingqiu to the direction of the artificial lake, her voice was clear and gentle, not as indifferent as before: "Actually, I didn't think so much, I just thought that I want a house that is spacious enough, and that I want someone to live with me I live together, and with her here, this house can be called 'home'. We can decorate this house as we like, and I will buy back what she likes and what she wants, as long as she is happy.

In the evening, we can eat together, watch popular TV series together, eat the same apple together, wash up together, and sleep together.Before going to bed, she would say good night to me, and the next day we continued to live like this, without grandeur, without vigor, just this is enough. "

Shi Qingqiu felt as if something was welling up in her eye sockets, they were so swollen that she couldn't speak, she felt that she would be dumb when she opened her mouth.

When they walked to the artificial lake, there were children running around in the pavilion in the middle of the stone bridge, and the laughter of adults yelling to tell the children to be careful, but none of these could reach their ears.

Wen Qinghan put two paper towels on the steps, and Qingqiu sat down while pulling them. There was a cool breeze blowing from the lake, adding a bit of coolness when the seasons changed.

When Shi Qingqiu sat down, she took Wen Qinghan's arm again, and she finally calmed down for a while and said softly: "Is there anything else? I haven't heard enough."

Wen Qinghan's eyes turned and landed on Shi Qingqiu's side face with gentle eyes, "Also, besides those just now, maybe we can also watch her movies. Her acting skills are very good, she is such a kind person , but can play many characters with different personalities, some are cruel, some are weak, all of them are like her, but they are not the real her.”

Shi Qingqiu leaned on her shoulder and completely fell into the love web she woven. He obviously seemed so unenthusiastic, how could he be so gentle?It felt as if she had been becoming complete day by day since they got married. Before that, the only adjective Shi Qingqiu could think of about her was indifference.

"She must be rejoicing whether she did a lot of good things in her previous life so that she can meet you in this life." A tear fell from the corner of Shi Qingqiu's eyes and fell on Wen Qinghan's shoulder. Her voice was soft and soft, "She Maybe I will ask myself, is it worth it for you to love me so much?"

Wen Qinghan rubbed Shi Qingqiu's hair, melting all kinds of tenderness into her words: "Then she will be taught a good lesson by me tonight, she can't even understand such a simple truth. She should know, Love doesn't ask if it's worth it."

She broke away from Shi Qingqiu's hand, hugged Shi Qingqiu into her arms with both hands, and asked with a faint smile: "My story is over, is Mrs. Wen still satisfied?"

Shi Qingqiu leaned against Wen Qinghan's arms, listening to the noisy human voices beside her ears, and the beating heartbeat so close at hand, so calm, so reassuring, and so nostalgic for her.

"It's quite satisfactory, except for the last part." Shi Qingqiu raised his head, his eyes seemed to be rippling with soft light, "Someone has grown up now and wants to teach me, how do you plan to teach me?"

"Hmm..." Wen Qinghan thought for a long time, the corners of his lips slightly raised, "Guess."

Shi Qingqiu smiled, stretched out his finger and pushed Wen Qinghan's forehead, "What are you thinking about all day long? I want to expose your true face to your colleagues."

She and Wen Qinghan looked at each other, and imprinted the tenderness in each other's eyes in her heart. In this not quiet environment, she could only hear and see this person in her heart, and she kept playing back in her heart Follow the story just now.

She wants to spend all her courage and luck to fall in love with Wen Qinghan, even if she loses, she will have no regrets.

As long as it is Wen Qinghan, she is willing.