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"So, even if others know that you are not a woman, it doesn't matter. Since you are married to me, you will naturally be my wife for the rest of your life. No matter what happens, don't worry about anything, okay?" Dong Wu said deeply. Looking at Song Li with his eyes, his words were gentle but firm, so that Song Li was deeply bewitched by his eyes and words, and could only nod his head.

Seeing him nodding, Dong Wu smiled and kissed him on the forehead, then let go of him, took the kitchen knife set aside and began to peel the peaches.

When Dong Wu handed the peeled peach to Song Li's mouth, Song Li realized what Dong Wu said just now, saying that she was already his wife for life.

At this time, Song Li was very surprised by his nodding just now, how could he nod.

Song Li took a mouthful of the peach that Dong Wu handed to him in a daze, and Dong Wu put the peach in his hand again, saying, "Come, eat by yourself."

Seeing Dong Wu concentrate on weaving the bamboo strips again, Song Li was still surprised by his nod just now, and wanted to tell Dong Wu, maybe it would be better for the two of them to marry their own wives in the future, and would it be better to be brothers? It was better, but seeing Dong Wu's happy face, he couldn't say it again.Moreover, he himself was nostalgic for the days of being dependent on each other with Dong Wu, and even felt that it was not bad to live a life in peace like this.

As the sky gradually darkened, Dong Wu could no longer see clearly what he was doing, so he had to put away his things and put them on the porch, washed his hands and feet, and cleaned up the peaches that Song Li hadn't finished eating.

The moon has not come up yet, but the stars in the sky are already very bright. The Big Dipper hangs in the northern sky, which is so obvious that you can see it just by looking up.

The evening breeze blows gently, rustling the leaves, cicadas chirping, and frogs croaking from time to time. The wind blows over the skin, which is cool, very gentle and pleasant.

Song Li leaned on a rattan pillow, looking at the Milky Way in the middle of the sky, the Milky Way is so soft and beautiful, looking at it quietly, thinking about those stories about the starry sky, it seems that people can also sink into those lingering loves.

Dong Wu stretched the thin quilt to cover Song Li's stomach, Song Li moved his body to look at him, Dong Wu said, "Don't let the wind catch the belly button, or you will have diarrhea."

Song Li smiled, and continued to look at the sky in a daze. Dong Wu sat there and did not lie down, helping Song Li fan the mosquitoes from time to time.

Neither of them spoke, but under the sky, they could clearly feel how close each other was to themselves.

Looking at the vast and deep sky, Song Li knew that even the weakest star might be several times the size of the sun, or it might be a galaxy, and it should be comparable to the Milky Way. The sun is only a very small and inconspicuous point in the Milky Way, but it is more than 130 million times the volume of the earth. The earth is already so small, and human beings are only negligibly small compared to the volume and life span of the earth. It's just dust, looking at the universe, Song Li can't help but feel his own insignificance, so small that nothingness makes people frightened.

Yes, whether he has lived or not, is actually meaningless to the earth and the universe. This makes him feel boundless fear and emptiness, even to the point of being absent-minded.

Dong Wu only saw that Song Li was looking at the sky without moving. He was worried that he was cold, so he reached out and touched his face. It was indeed cold, so he pulled the quilt up to cover his body, and said, "It's so cold. Don’t you know what to say?”

Song Li was brought back to his senses by Dong Wu's touch and words, and stared at him blankly for a while, until the emptiness in his heart was relieved.

Yes, maybe I am insignificant or even meaningless to this planet and this universe, but he is everything to me, and to Dong Wu, he is also the only one, and may even be the only one in his life. of all.

The way Song Li looked at him absent-mindedly made Dong Wu worried, he hugged him into his arms, patted his face, and said, "What's wrong with you?"

Song Li leaned against Dong Wu's warm embrace, suddenly laughed, stretched out his arms to hug Dong Wu, and even felt emotional, "Dong Wu, do you love me?"

Dong Wu's body froze because of Song Li's words. Song Li stretched out his hand to caress Dong Wu's cheek, feeling that his face was very hot. In this darkness, only the light of the stars in the sky, he could see Dong Wu's eyes. , he only had himself in his eyes, maybe Dong Wu was embarrassed, but he couldn't say anything when he opened his mouth, he wanted to say that he loved him, but who would put the word love on his lips, but his eyes were so gentle He looked at Song Li affectionately again, and told Song Li faithfully that he loved him.

Whether he was bewitched by Dong Wu's eyes or his own feelings, Song Li's strongest desire at this moment was indeed to kiss Dong Wu.

Song Li knelt on the bamboo bed, held Dong Wu's face in his hands, and kissed his lips, as if with a kind of pious belief, he touched it once and then again as if worshiping.

Dong Wu was stunned for a moment before he realized that he stretched out his hand to support his body. Song Li leaned his whole body on him and sucked his lips. Dong Wu didn't know that Song Li was so good at kissing. He was even more surprised by the one who came in to haunt him, but he didn't have any energy or thinking to think about it at this time, only Song Li in his arms and his passionate deep kiss were in his mind.

When they finally separated, Dong Wu was a little out of breath, and Song Li was much better than him, so he just leaned against him to catch his breath for a while.

Dong Wu supported Song Li's back, kissed him up again, kissed his chin and cheek for a while, and then kissed his neck and shoulder collarbone all the way down. Stretching out his hand to touch Dong Wu's chest, he said in a panic, "Dong Wu...that...we..."

Dong Wu raised his head to look at him, Song Li's eyes were shining like stars under the starry sky, but there was apology and resistance in them, Dong Wu held him tightly in his arms, and put his hand on his flexible waist, Leaning her face against his, she slowly calmed down her violent heartbeat and her strong desire to have him.

People often have a sudden desire to be intimate with someone, but when they actually face it, most of them will retreat. Without that kind of courage, Song Li is like that. When he wants to kiss Dong Wu, he will rush to kiss Dong Wu However, when he discovered that Dong Wu wanted to go deeper, he was not yet ready for that.

Dong Wu stroked Song Li's back, rubbing his ears and temples together, the intense heartbeat finally calmed down, he kissed Song Li's ear, and said in a hoarse voice, "Come on, go to sleep!"

Song Li withdrew from Dong Wu's arms in embarrassment, stoked someone else's fire, but didn't want to put it out for others, what a bad behavior, Song Li naturally knew, but, if he really had contact with Dong Wu He couldn't accept the relationship that came down, so he had no choice but to do so.

Song Li gave Dong Wu an apologetic look, then quickly lay down on the bamboo bed with his back to Dong Wu, and pulled up the thin quilt to cover himself, even covering his head.

Seeing Song Li's behavior in the faint starlight, Dong Wu bent down and pulled the quilt down, and said, "Don't cover your head, what should you do if you hold back?"

So Song Li had no choice but to pull down the quilt again, but slept on his stomach, not looking at Dong Wu.

Dong Wu sighed helplessly, looked at Song Li helplessly and dotingly, and fanned him with a fan.

Under such a starry sky, Song Li quickly fell asleep, until the dew came up and the bamboo bed railing was also stained with moisture, and he was carried into the bedroom by Dong Wu.

When he was put on the bed, Song Li woke up slightly, but soon fell asleep again.

At this time, the room was much cooler, and he didn't feel hot. Dong Wu covered his stomach with a quilt, put a bed curtain, and moved the bamboo bed into the room. He knew that Song Li would sleep with him for a while. It was hot, so he fell asleep on the bamboo bed instead of going to bed.

The next morning, Song Li felt uncomfortable when he saw Dong Wu. After all, he suddenly had a brain twitch last night and did that irrational behavior, but now he couldn't regret it.

Dong Wu was not affected by what happened last night, which made Song Li feel relieved. Anyway, he could be an ostrich if he could.

The sandy land by the river is the best place to grow watermelons, but Dong Wu’s family had no land by the river, so they didn’t grow watermelons. At noon that day, an uncle in his 40s came to his house with a large basket of watermelons on his back. Wu went to the village chief's house for something to do, Song Li was at home alone, and just woke up from a nap, brushed his hair, and washed his face, when there was a knock on the courtyard door, which was not closed tightly, Song Li opened the main room door , said, "Who, the door is open, come in!"

Then I saw a short, dark-skinned man in his 40s coming into the yard with a basket on his back.

Song Li saw him and asked, "May I ask who you are?"

The other party was stunned when he saw Song Li, and it took him a long time to turn his eyes away and asked, "Is this Dong Xiucai's home? I didn't go wrong!"

Dong Wu's surname is indeed Dong, but Song Li knew that he didn't seem to be a scholar, so he replied, "It's Dong Wu's family. Are you looking for Dong Wu?"

Now that the other party confirmed that he had found the right place, he came over and put the back basket under the eaves of his house, and said with a smile, "That's him." Then he looked at Song Li again, complete amazement and curiosity flashed in his eyes, "Who are you?"

Song Li thought that this person didn't say who he was, so he just came in like this, but he introduced himself first, "My name is Song Li, and it's Dong Wu...he...he is my husband."

Song Li replied very uncomfortable, but the other party seemed even more uncomfortable, muttering, "He's already married!"

Song Li saw that he was sweating all over his back at noon, and said, "Well, uncle, let me wash your face with a handkerchief!"

Song Li went into the house to get a handkerchief, but he didn't expect that the other party had scooped water out of the big tank in the yard to wash his face and feet, and then turned around and asked him, "Is Wu Lang not at home?"

Song Li responded, "He has gone to the village chief's house, what's the rush? I'll go find him and come back!"

"I'm his uncle Quack in Shangshui Village. When the watermelon at home came out, I came back to see him. I didn't expect that he had already asked for a wife. We didn't know..."

Song Li didn't understand at all what he meant by Uncle Quack, but he must be a relative, so he hurriedly said, "Please sit in the room, and I'll go find him right away."

As Song Li said, he poured him a glass of cold water and put it on the table in the main room, then took a straw hat, put it on and ran out. First, he went to Granny Li's house and asked her to come to her own house to help entertain the guests and see if the other party was Some relatives of Dong Wu, and then quickly ran to the village chief's house.