My wife has a cinnabar mole in her heart

On the evening when Qu Yue returned home, the temperature in the restricted area seemed to be a little lower.

Qu Yue changed her clothes and stood in front of the hospital bed, her eyes inadvertently caught a glimpse of the white paper on the table that was pressed by the fruit basket.

He moved the fruit basket away, trying to throw away the white paper as trash, but suddenly found that it was a few sketches.

Without exception, the people in the painting are all themselves.

"Yueyue, have you changed your clothes yet?" Qi Yi finished the discharge procedures for him, then walked behind him and wrapped Qu Yue's waist, wrapping Qu Yue in his arms, "What are you looking at?"

"Your paintings." Qu Yue turned over the paintings one by one when she replied, "I seem to be sleeping inside."

"You lie on the hospital bed and don't open your eyes, of course they are all sleeping." Qi Yi smiled and took the painting, remembering the days when Yueyue woke up, he still felt cold in his heart, not just cold, life was hopeless .

"I heard Qi Han say that you don't like drawing eyes when you draw." Qu Yue said curiously, "But I always have eyes in your paintings."

Although every pair of eyes are closed.

"Ah," Qi Yi heard this, feeling ashamed of being caught for doing something wrong, he scratched his head, and finally said honestly, "I didn't like drawing eyes before, and I have a bad habit, teach me how to draw. As soon as the painting teacher forced me to draw eyes, I would get angry and not only hit someone, but once almost gouged out his eyes."

Qu Yue thought for a while, then lowered her voice and asked, "Is it related to Qi Shu's mother's death?"

Qi Yi nodded, talking about it now, it seems that it is not as unacceptable as it was then.

"Well, when I was a child, I saw the old man kill Qi Shu's mother, and her blood splashed a lot on my paintings. I was terrified at the time. Qi Shu's mother's eyeballs were about to burst out, and she kept staring at me... Later, every time I draw the eyes, I will think of this scene."

As he said that, Qi Yi shook his head self-consciously, trying to get this memory out of his mind: "Every time I draw, I get crazy, but I can't control my hands. Maybe it's because of my way of venting." There is only this, and the heart is depressed, but no one can understand."

"Where's your mother?" Qu Yue turned her head and asked Qi Yi who rested her chin on his shoulder, "She should take care of you when you are hit."

"Mother doesn't listen to me." Qi Yi sighed softly, "She only said that Qi Shu's mother died well, and wanted me to be happy."

Qi Yi's tone was very deep, which made Qu Yue feel uncomfortable.He raised his hand to cover Qi Yi's hand on his waist: "Then why did you fill in the eyes when you drew me? What are you thinking, are you still sad?"

"Because I found out that if you don't open your eyes, it's more terrifying than Qi Shu's mother's death. I'm so scared that I can't sleep well." Qi Yi changed his sad expression a few seconds ago, and laughed.

After listening to Qu Yue, she couldn't help but took the painting and rolled it into a ball, broke away from Qi Yi's embrace, and hit him hard on the head.

Qi Yi pretended to be in pain and hugged his head: "Yueyue, you hit me."

Qu Yue looked at him quietly and didn't speak.

"It's so comfortable~ How about you do it a few more times?" Qi Yi smiled and hugged Qu Yue again, and rubbed his neck. Seeing that Qu Yue still wanted to make a move, he quickly changed the subject: "Honey, let's go home."

Qu Yue put down the painting in her hand and nodded: "Aren't you four brothers from the same mother?"

"That's right." Qi Yi led Qu Yue out of the ward. The air conditioner in the room didn't feel the severe cold, but when the low temperature outside hit his face, Qi Yi couldn't help shivering.

He hastened to hold Qu Yue's hand tightly, fearing that the other party would freeze: "The living environment of the Qi family is very bad, the women inside are fighting openly and covertly, and our children outside are often hunted down."

The two walked outside the hospital, Qi Yi took the overcoat handed over by his subordinate, and put it on Qu Yue.

"Before the accident happened, our relationship wasn't that bad. Qi Han and I were young and were bullied outside. Qi Shu and Qi Yu grabbed those children and beat them to death. When they beat people, they were really ruthless and handsome. .” Qi Yi said.

Qu Yue nodded, stepped on the snow all over the ground, and got into the car with Qi Yi: "Later, your relationship deteriorated."

"Qi Shu changed because of his mother's death. Qi Yu was kidnapped before, and no one knew what happened. After being rescued, he was covered in blood, which was terribly scary." Qi Yi sighed, "Qi Han has always liked small skirts , but the Qi family does not allow it. I am not welcomed by my mother, mainly because my father is a scumbag. "

"The Qi family is too sad," Qi Yi added, "I don't want to be the Qi family again in the next life."

Qu Yue lowered her eyes slowly: "No wonder the four of you... are weirder than the other..."

"It's strange, haha." Qi Yi smiled and hugged Qu Yue on his lap, rubbed Qu Yue's palms that were not warm, "Is it cold?"

Qu Yue shook his head, he raised his left hand, looked at the ring on his ring finger: "I agreed to join the Qi family, but you still dragged me into the Qi family."

Qi Yi was stunned for a moment: "This... um..."

But after thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't think of a reason to let this matter go, so he could only bite the bullet and admit: "Oh, Yue Yue, I only have you. It's impossible to let you go, and it's impossible in this life."

Qu Yue lowered her eyes, turned her head and kissed him with a smile: "I don't blame you."

In the evening, after the two had finished dealing with matters in the restricted area, Qu Yue took a shower and walked into the master bedroom, standing by the window and looking at the scenery outside.

It was another night of cold wind howling, and snowflakes whirled and danced wantonly in the air, carrying a bone-chilling chill.

Topless, he leaned against the window and looked at it for a while, then pushed the window open.

The wind and snow drilled into the room together, kissing his scarred skin with coldness.

He has several gunshot wounds, and his body is not perfect, but he is happy and happy about it.

After all, this is a body that can walk in public, just as its owner welcomes the embrace of nature with a completely open heart at this moment, calm and calm, and can accept the baptism of anyone's sight.

He doesn't have to hide roses, he doesn't have to cover collarbones, he's no longer called a gift.

"Yueyue, don't freeze." Qi Yi followed closely behind, and he opened the window for Qu Yue, but he couldn't resist tearing off the bathrobe, covering Qu Yue's whole body.

Under a bathrobe, the two skin to skin, exchanging body warmth with each other.

"Qi Yi, I'm very happy." Qu Yue said with a smile, "My body is very beautiful."

The wind and snow dyed his eyebrows and hair white, turning into low-temperature water and falling.

Qi Yi's kiss gently landed on his back: "Yue Yue, you have always been beautiful."

Behind their embracing bodies stands a painting that Qi Yi drew for Qu Yue when the two were fleeing, and it is now completed.

The person in the painting is wearing a thin shirt, and the exposed collarbone has no roses entrenched on it.He has a clear face, beautiful eyes, a straight nose, and delicate lips.

He holds a gun in his right hand and wears a ring in his left.

The style of the ring is simple and elegant. There is no light in the painting, but it is abnormally shining with dazzling light, shining brightly on the paper.

In the corner of the painting, Qi Yi drew a straight dash with a black oil pen.The inscription after the broken paper number is not the painter's name, but the painter's name for the person in the painting.

He called him, love.