Little Writer and Beautiful Wife

"Can you put down your crutches today?" asked the female doctor in a white coat.

"Okay." Another woman in a hospital gown tried to take two steps.

"Remember my advice, you must take good care of your body." The female doctor urged again.

"Remember, thank you." The female patient bowed deeply, waved her hand and turned to leave.

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After Luo Manlan was bandaged in the hospital, she asked Old K to pick her up and go home. Suguo also turned around and left. Luo Manlan's behavior made her feel very uncomfortable, so she quickly went home and took today's medicine.

After another two days, Suguo's mood was not stable, and he often felt sad and uncomfortable.

Last night, Su Guo received a call before going to bed. The other party said that he was He Shiliu, who was taking care of the farm. Because his daughter was married to another city, and his little grandson was about to be born, he needed the care of the elderly, so he planned to go there for a while. Time, some things in the farmyard need to be explained to her, and she returned the key by the way.

Is the farmyard the one that Ah Zheng took care of for her friend?The owner of the farmyard knew that Ah Zheng might never come back.

The unfinished business should be handled by her wife, Su Guo agreed, and will go to the farm tomorrow morning.

The car stopped slowly at the door. Su Guo remembered that the last time she came here was to find the missing Wu Yunzheng. She found a beautiful flower field in the backyard, but it was spring now, and those autumn flowers should not have buds yet.

The door was open, and the iron lock was quietly hanging on the ring. It must have been a while for the people inside to go in.

Just because Wu Yunzheng took care of this place, she felt a little more close. If she knew who the owner was, she would buy this place.

On both sides of the door, green branches were sprouting new shoots. Suguo walked slowly along this section of the main road and stopped in front of the main building.

The door of the living room on the first floor was open, and Suguo walked in. There was no one in the spacious hall on the first floor.On the ground, on the stool, and in the cupboard, there was no trace of dust visible to the naked eye. It seemed that He Shiliu took good care of this place.

Suguo turned to the kitchen, but no one was there.Go up to the second floor, walk through the rooms, and go in.

In the bedroom on the left, as soon as Suguo came in, she was attracted by the several writing theories on the dressing table. The strong feeling in her heart pulled her nerves. These books belonged to A Zheng.

When she opened the first book, within a few pages, the familiar annotations came into view. This was the handwriting of the person she loved the most.Caressing each character with her slender fingertips, Suguo recalled the time when she was tutoring Azheng with her homework, and this girl just walked into her heart during those days.

On the right, there is also a wardrobe.Suguo closed the book and walked to Huanglimu's wardrobe. With a flick of a finger, familiar clothes appeared in front of her eyes.Suguo caressed the corners of the clothes with both hands. These sets of white clothes were Azheng's old clothes. On the day she didn't see these clothes, she asked her where the old clothes were. She said she packed them and put them in the welfare box.What a liar, he brought it here.

Touching and touching, Suguo's tears came down. She covered her mouth and looked out of the sunny window. After being quiet for a while, she went downstairs in a sad mood.There was no one on the second floor, maybe that person was behind the courtyard.

Suguo went out to the back of the house, and what she saw was not the high fence, but a sea of ​​flowers.

There are red, white, yellow, pink, and purple flowers. The flowers are competing for beauty, and the little bees flap their transparent wings from one flower to another, sometimes staying in the flowers, and sometimes flying over her.That wall has long since disappeared without a trace, and patches of flower sponges stretch to the top of the hill.

Is this what happened?I remember that when she came last time, she only saw a few flower fields in the backyard, surrounded by high walls. When was it so magnificent and beautiful?However, it looks better, and the feeling of sadness is reduced a lot.

Suguo blinked and looked into the distance. There was a blue sky beyond the mountain, and the rising sun behind her elongated her shadow. As soon as the wind passed, it shattered her figure with the flowers.

When the wind blows, it also reveals the figure bending over to pick flowers among the flowers.

The person was a little far away, and Suguo couldn't see clearly, so he walked towards the person.

The light yellow shirt was wrapped around the man's body, and it was more like an enlarged petal among the surrounding yellow/chrysanthemums.

Suguo looked at the man more and more clearly, and finally picked up a strange place in his mind: It is obviously spring, why are so many summer and autumn flowers blooming in advance?Even if it is a miracle of nature, whatever it is, as long as it looks good, it is reasonable.

Suguo convinced himself in this way, and approached Lao Zuo's figure step by step. The man wore a pair of sky blue jeans under his yellow shirt, and wore a wide bamboo hat on his head to cover the sun and his face.

Su Guo saw this man's white and delicate hand, which at first glance was a woman's hand, and asked tentatively, "Uncle Sixteen?"

The hand picking the flowers had stopped, and stood up straight. A red rope was pulled from the wrist and wrapped around the flower stem nine times, and then the flower was wrapped in his arms and tied with a concentric knot at the end of the rope.

"The flowers are picked, and I'll give them to you." The flower picker turned around and said.

The familiar voice startled Su Guo, and when the person in front of her turned around, her heart stopped suddenly, her mind seemed to be hit by something, she became dizzy for a while, and her body was about to become unstable.

The flower picker stretched out his arms, and Suguo clung to her arms, stabilizing her shoulders with both hands.

The flower picker took off the bamboo hat, the hair hidden behind his head hung down his shoulders, smiled slightly, and said: "You haven't accepted the gift I gave you, you have to stand firm."

The crystal clear teardrops immediately blurred Suguo's eyes, trembling hands caressed the most familiar face in front of him, hot tears hung on his lips, Suguo tasted the salty tears and choked up: "Azheng, is that you? "

The flower picker raised his eyebrows gently, and said softly, "It's me, I'm back."

"It's you, it's really you..." Suguo had tears streaming down her face, and she kept feeling the face in front of her eyes with both hands. It felt so real, and she kept praying in her heart: God, if this is a dream, Let this dream last forever.

The flower picker was Wu Yunzheng. She asked Uncle Sixteen to invite Su Guo out. This sea of ​​flowers was planted before the two children were born. Now that the flowers are blooming, it is time for her to come back.

Wu Yunzheng threw the bouquet lightly into the bamboo hat, hugged Suguo's waist with both hands, and said softly: "Your wife, Wu Yunzheng, has returned and will never leave again."

"You're back, you're back... you're finally... back..." Su Guo cried out, all the pain and longing in her heart burst out at this moment, breaking her heart.

"I'm sorry, I will never leave you again." Wu Yunzheng lowered his eyes, the colorful eyelids danced, raised his hand to caress his lover's hair, and made her cry in his ears.

"Wu Yunzheng, Wu Yunzheng! Wu Yunzheng..." Su Guo cried hoarsely, the tearing voice scorched Wu Yunzheng's heart like fire, and penetrated her body like ice thorns, making her physically and mentally uncomfortable .

"I'm here, I'm here, I'm back, I'm..." Wu Yunzheng kept talking in the ear of the person in his arms, the tears gathered in his eyes swayed and fell, and ran across the smiling lips horn.

Two people, two hearts, leaning closely at this moment, feeling each other's beating and warmth.Su Guo was so sad and weeping endlessly, Wu Yunzheng regretted it, she really made a wrong choice, she couldn't accept Su Guo's sadness, if she could do it all over again, she would never leave her love, never leave again her home.Whether it is death or life, as long as we are together.

The sun hangs high, the breeze is gentle, and the colorful ocean is guided by the little bees, sweeping the lovers who are cuddling together in the flowers, and sending them today's sweet words.

The sun was burning on the skin, and the golden light was dazzling. Wu Yunzheng raised his hand to cover the face of the person in his arms, casting a shadow on it.Suguo blinked her red and swollen eyes, raised her head from her embrace, touched her lover's pink lips with her thumb, and said with love in her eyes, "Azheng, is this a dream? Can we keep it a little longer?"

Wu Yunzheng nodded slightly, and said, "Okay, let's stay longer."

Su Guo smiled, and stroked Wu Yunzheng's slightly wrinkled brow with the other hand, trying to smooth it out, and said happily, "I miss you so much, you are finally here."

"Well, I miss you so much too, I won't leave when I come, can I stay with you forever?" Wu Yunzheng leaned forward, touched his nose, and the corners of his lips curved even more.

Suguo's eyes became brighter, and she happily agreed: "Okay. Stay with me." Then there was a trace of worry: "However, our children are still waiting for me. Give me some time. After raising them, I will always be there." Come with you."

"Madam, what are their names?"

"It's called Busi, Wudai. Does it sound good?"

"It doesn't sound good, can I change it?"

"Yes, you will tell me their names before I go back."

"absolute."

Suguo fell into Wu Yunzheng's arms again, the familiar body odor was no longer there, but the warm feeling was more scorching than the scorching sun.

Gradually, quietly, Suguo fell asleep in her arms.

The bright moon replaced the warm sun, and Suguo woke up from a dream. The moment she opened her eyes, the curve of her lips had not yet receded, but what caught her eyes was a dark night, without the face that filled her heart.

Turning your head, the moonlit night is unusually bright today, but it still gently passes through the window sill, illuminating the wedding photos on the table.

"I saw Azheng in my dream, thank God, can I see her every day?"

The lights in the room suddenly turned on, and Suguo raised his hand to block the glare, allowing his eyes to adapt a little.Putting down his hands, he saw Wu Yunzheng standing in front of the bed holding their child in both hands, then Su's father, Su's mother, Wu's father and Wu's mother also stood over, Wen Quan, Huang Qizhen and Chen Zhong, and even Luo Manlan... …

"Honey, after waking up from the dream, it's time to face reality. With so many people standing in front of you, is it still a dream?" Wu Yunzheng said with a smile on his face.

Suguo was already stunned on the bed, her round eyes staring unblinkingly.

Wu Yunzheng looked at her two dolls curiously with a grin and said: "No thinking, Wu Dai, cry for your mother and wake her up, we have been waiting for her to have dinner, are you hungry? "

"Wow—" just after nightfall, a three-story villa heard the usual cries of a baby, followed by a group of people laughing instead of the adults rushing to coax the baby.

The author has something to say: a family reunion, here can be regarded as HE, and then there is the ending of the characters, explaining some unfinished things, and some people's future stories.

A little heartfelt words: The story of this article is not very good. After I revised the outline several times, it has become a procrastinated article. I am grateful to the readers who can accompany me to this step. I don’t want to see a story like “the general returns and sees his daughter…”, laugh at the future~