salt by salt

"Have you been here?"

Song Cheng asked me in a low voice.I stared out the window at the vast expanse of scenery that flew by, and the hot, dry wind poured into the car after the windows were lowered.

This is the place where he grew up, and it is also an important military town in the Northwest Region.

"I've only read it in books." I said, "It's beautiful."

With a smile in his eyes, Song Cheng pointed out to me the buildings in the distance with a relaxed tone: "There is a reservoir to the east over there. The scenery is very beautiful. When I was young, I often took a ride with my friends to play there."

I looked in the direction of his finger and responded with a low voice.

Even though Song Cheng had made all the preparations and took care of my feelings, mental exhaustion was still unavoidable.What's more, my body hasn't fully recovered from the state after the car accident, and I feel dizzy and nauseous after sitting in the car for a while.

"Is it uncomfortable?" He touched my forehead, "It's almost here, the doctor is waiting there, and I will do an examination later."

"fine."

Glancing at the drivers wearing camouflage uniforms in front of me, recalling that I had almost no contact with outsiders along the way, I felt even more depressed.

Indeed, as he said, I will not be disturbed by the Xu family or Yang Chen here, even as long as I want, they will not be able to find me for the rest of my life.But also... As long as Song Cheng wants to, I can also disappear in this land without a sound and become a real whereabouts unknown.

Along the way, I couldn't help thinking, was it the right choice to follow him to leave City B?

"I have to meet some people when I go back, and I may not be able to stay with you for two days." Seeing me lost in thought, Song Cheng whispered to pull my thoughts back, "I will come back immediately after the matter is explained. What do you need? Tell Xiao Liu and let him arrange it."

Xiao Liu is the person he arranged to take care of my daily life. He is not tall and is in his early twenties.

He was ordered by Song Cheng to tidy up his residence first, so I only met him once, but I was deeply impressed by his cleverness and diligence.

I said before that I was an adult and there was no need for Xiao Liu to take care of me—I didn’t even have the habit of using servants in the Xu family. After living alone, in order to prevent others from invading my life, I simply hired Auntie Hour.

Knowing that there is an extra "personal nanny" by my side, I suddenly feel uncomfortable.

Although Song Cheng's attitude is not tough, it cannot be changed.He regarded me as a weak patient, and every word he said came from his kind wishes for me to take care of my health. I was at a loss and nodded repeatedly.

Under the circumstances at that time, I still didn't agree. I simply didn't know good from bad and deserved to die.

I said, "You can live anywhere."

The wind ruffled Song Cheng's forehead hair, he stared at me for a while, his eyes were bright and deep, and he was especially handsome when he smiled.

If we say that when he was a model, he was a restrained jade in the rough, soft and gentle; at this moment, Song Cheng has finally shed his disguise, completely showing the kind of momentum I saw in Yang Chen and Andre.

Proud, powerful, sharp-edged.

Under the cover of this familiar aura, I seem to have changed back to that Xu Junyan who can never hold his head up in front of geniuses. His dignity is about to be crushed under his feet, but this time the high-ranking protagonist is replaced by Song Cheng...

He reached out and rubbed my hair, just to interrupt my wild thoughts: "It's okay, we won't know what's missing until we live here, let's take our time."

The place where I live is a two-story building with a low fence surrounding the front yard, and the exterior looks quite old.

This area is lined with trees, and there are fruits and vegetables growing in the courtyard next door. I saw a basketball court not far away, like an old-fashioned community full of life.

When getting out of the car, a young woman pushed an old man in a wheelchair past the door. The old man recognized Song Cheng and stopped to say hello: "Isn't this the boy from Chief of Staff Song's family?"

"Grandpa Kong." Song Cheng walked over, "It's me, you recognized it immediately, and your memory is as good as before."

"Why don't you remember? When you were young, your grandfather often took you to my house to play." Although the old man was full of white hair, his waist was still straight in a wheelchair and he was full of energy. "Why did you come back here? Not with your father Where do you live in the fourth district?"

He pointed at me and said with a smile: "I brought my classmates to play, it's inconvenient to stay at home."

"Oh, yes, it's good to live here, I'm happy with the bamboo fence cottage!"

Perhaps it was because the old man hadn't seen a familiar junior for too long, and after talking to him, he turned to me with a majestic yet kind face: "Come closer, what's the young man's name?"

"Xu Junyan."

He asked me a few words, and I answered them one by one.

Although I don't know the identity of the old man, it will not be too simple.Fortunately, I have many times of experience in dealing with Mr. Xu, and I can skillfully grasp the polite and respectful attitude towards elders.

This incident was just a small episode, Song Cheng talked with me for a while, watched the old man leave from the green road in front of the door, turned around and entered the house with me.

The furniture and the floor are tidy and tidy, with a comfortable and simple atmosphere. He smiled at me: "I lived here for a long time when I was a child, and it hasn't changed much now."

There are flower bouquets in the vases in the corner, and childlike embroidery paintings on the walls. The details reveal a warm atmosphere, which belongs to the atmosphere of "home".

The doctor was already waiting in the living room, asking a lot of questions as usual.

After leaving City B, Song Cheng took me to the hospital on the way for several check-ups. It was said that there were problems all over my body, but none of them were serious enough to affect my life. Therefore, it was just a regular physical examination and attention to maintenance.

I don't care about it myself, but Song Cheng attaches great importance to it. After a serious discussion with the doctor for a long time, he asked Xiao Liu to write down the points that need attention in diet and life.

My eyes stayed on his focused side face, no matter how numb my heart was, it was going to warm up a bit, I sighed quietly.

After sending the doctor away, Song Cheng saw that I looked tired, leaned over and asked with concern: "Do you want to sleep and rest for a while?"

"Ah."

"Then I'll take you upstairs."

He lowered his head naturally, probably to kiss my cheek.

There was an outsider, Xiao Liu, sitting next to me, so I ducked back without thinking, barely avoiding the kiss.Song Cheng's smile faded, and I glanced around, only to realize that Xiao Liu knew how to read people's eyes, and had already avoided this scene.

Once the person who loves to laugh has a cold face, no matter how good the atmosphere is, it will become awkward, and then slowly drop to freezing point.

I felt guilty for no reason, trying to find a few words to ease the atmosphere, even explaining "I'm shy" is better than keeping silent.But his thoughts and actions didn't match up, he opened his mouth and couldn't say anything, and he seemed even more guilty.

I dared to yell at Yang Chen and speak sarcastically and sarcasticly because I knew that the end result of doing so would be to be forced to have sex by him on the bed, or to be retaliated by sharper words or violent actions.

I know where Yang Chen's bottom line is and what the consequences will be, so as long as I can bear it, I can do whatever I want within this limit.

However... the idea of ​​Song Cheng is completely uncharted territory for me.

He will act.

He can pretend to be innocent and make me believe with all my heart that what I love is a little model who is chasing dreams; he can be scheming and play tricks to lead the Yang family into wrong choices step by step to achieve his goal.

Being sullen doesn't necessarily mean anger, and smiling doesn't necessarily mean happiness.

His thoughts are too deep, with a gentle and perfect smile on his face, but a calm and calm soul in his body, I can't figure out what to do next.

Of course, I am happy to have such a friend or partner, but I don't want to have such a lover - love is a war that eats away at each other's will, and if I fight Song Cheng, I will definitely lose.

He was quiet for a moment, and took the initiative to rescue me: "Sorry, I should ask your opinion first."

When he spoke, his voice was very soft, and Song Cheng's breath passed over my forehead: "Junyan, don't be so nervous, we get along like when we first met, okay?"

Without his reminder, I almost forgot how intimate we had when we first lived together.

I whispered, "Give me a little more time."

This sentence even makes me feel ridiculous.

Song Cheng has never done anything to hurt me from the beginning to the end. He showed the love and tenderness I have been waiting for for a long time.

I think maybe it's because until today I don't know why he paid.

I'm used to getting to the bottom of my relationship, but I really can't think of anything more attractive about myself.The sweetness of the past has long been shattered. I don't believe that a person like him would be infatuated with a phantom.

But my sincerity has been crushed, and if it is broken, it will just fall to the ground lightly, without making any sound.

Song Cheng, why are you repairing it so patiently?

Song Cheng, what is your reason?

He lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, covering the emotions in his eyes, and suddenly smiled.The smile was very weak, at most it was a slight arc, with a hint of restraint.

I inexplicably remembered the night when we were trapped in the mountains by the torrential rain. Song Cheng was so embarrassed by the rain, his face was pale because of his leg injury, and he was obviously exhausted, but he still held my hand tightly to prevent me from slipping.

At that time, he pursed his lips tightly, reluctantly smiled encouragingly to me.I still couldn't understand his heart, but I was deeply moved by something real and firm.

"It's okay, you get used to it slowly."

The slender fingers passed through my hair, and the pads of the fingers slid over the skin behind the ear.

Song Cheng said softly: "Anything is fine, I can afford to wait."