Sweet Nothings

Early in the morning, the sunlight slowly penetrated into the gaps in the curtains, and lightly lit the bedroom floor and the messy bed.

Huo Yunshen suddenly woke up from a long dream, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

He dreamed of himself and Qing Qing when he was a boy, with deep colors and engraved hearts, and the last three years of separation seemed like a pool of pain. When he sank to the bottom, he was pulled up by Qing Qing's hand.

Huo Yunshen couldn't tell the time, and he didn't know where he was. The biting pain in the cone seemed to be still there, making it difficult for him to breathe.

He half-opened his eyes, his chest violently undulated, and reached out in anxiety to catch the person beside him, for fear of happiness was also a dream bubble.

But a pair of arms was faster than him, tightly wrapped around his waist, and then, his shoulders were wet with two fluffy pieces of water.

Yan Qing's eyelashes with tears.

She hugged Huo Yunshen hard, and she was not very conscious. She choked and said, "Deep me, I dreamed about it. I go to the fourth high school every day to run after you, sleep with you in the attic, and make dumplings on New Year's Eve I also dreamed ... "

Huo Yunshen's heart tremors.

Yan Qing's crying was stronger: "In the three years when I was away, you, you lived so hard, you were all bloody, and you were curled up at home and left unattended. You also went to school to attend classes, do wind chimes, and when the wind chimes sounded, you Just cried around my clothes. "

The following Yan Qing could not continue.

In a very real dream, she saw Huo Yunshen falling into the river again, and when she opened her eyes, she found that many years had passed, but the moment of distress and love broke out into tears. .

Yan Qing couldn't be satisfied with such a hug, she pushed Huo Yunshen, let him lie down, climbed up with her hands and feet, and the whole person was attached to him.

Huo Yunshen lifted her face, wiped the moisture from the corners of her eyes with her fingertips, and said in a mute voice: "We had the same dream."

Yan Qing stunned, then his eyes softened, and he turned his head and kissed him on the wrist: "My husband and I can even synchronize dreams, is it proof that the couple is connected."

Huo Yunshen clasped her back neck, rolled over and pressed her into her arms, and lowered to her ears: "Of course, both body and mind are connected."

There was still haze in his eyes, Yan Qing looked sad, kissed her husband on the chin, and asked quietly, "The heart is connected, the proof is finished, the body is connected ... Do you want to practice it, treat me as deep A small birthday gift for Deep Baby? "

Today is Huo Yunshen's birthday.

Last night, I deliberately waited until zero to pass and said to him a happy birthday before sleeping.

All day today belongs to him.

Huo Yunshen doesn't need to wait until she asks, her lips are close to her neck and kisses heavily, her breath is fresh and gentle, tightly wrapping him, dispelling the fear and bitterness of his eyes.

His Qingqing has long since returned.

No one can make her leave.

She had a family with him, and kept guarding at night.

Huo Yun bit her earlobe deeply, his voice sighed: "The bad things are over."

Yan Qing put him close to his neck: "It's over, my family will only be sweet in the future."

She let him pull off the shoulder strap of the nightdress, trying to feel each other with warm intimacy, but his kiss just fell on her collarbone, outside the closed bedroom door, and there was a dull loud noise.

It sounds like there is still a distance, it should be downstairs.

But the sound insulation of the door and the wall is very good, plus the height of one floor, you can still hear so clearly, obviously something has happened.

Yan Qing was scared away most of the time, and thought of a possibility, she quickly pulled her husband up, hurriedly put on her slippers and ran out: "It must be pomelo!"

Huo Yun pulled her back deeply, wrapped her long robe, and fastened her belt: "Don't worry, you haven't cry until now, no big problem."

According to Mr. Huo's knowledge of a small sweet pomelo, most of it is tossing something again.

Since he was three years old, the little guy has become more and more capable of acting, and he can't help but fiddle around. Although it is extremely decent, it is inevitable that he will accidentally break several things accidentally.

However, it was not long before dawn, when the kindergarten rested, pomelo should sleep more, and it was indeed abnormal to get up so early.

Huo Yunshen led Yan Qing out of the bedroom and looked down at the stairs. Everything was normal in the living room, but there was a continuous sound from the kitchen area.

The closer you go, the clearer you hear.

Pomelo milk's small voice is squeezing tears and choking: "I can't let my mom and dad know, I don't feel pain, I will try again, and I will definitely be able to do it—"

He said very seriously, but there was no one else at home.

Yan Qing listened more anxiously, speeding up her steps and dragging her husband to run over. As soon as she turned around the corner, and her eyes could reach the pomelo, she couldn't help but pause, staring at the incredible scene in the kitchen.

Pomelo is not too big. He actually moved a small cartoon bench and stood in front of the counter. There is a cat doll not far from his hand. Sitting there seems to be accompanying him.

His sleeves were raised high, revealing short and tender small arms, and the white and soft two small claws joined together, trying to control the oversized spoon for him, desperately in the smoking pot Churn.

Even more bizarre is that the range hood is turned on correctly. He also specially selected the electromagnetic panel for operation, avoiding the more dangerous open flame of gas.

If it weren't for him to buckle a pot that fell off the countertop, his weight was heavy, and there was a loud sound, and he didn't know when he would be discovered.

Yan Qing glanced at her husband in surprise, not wanting to scare the pomelo, but gently approached him and looked into his busy pot.

There was boiling water inside, and a small piece of red on the back of his fleshy hand was obviously burnt.

Yan Qing finally couldn't bear it anymore. He quickly turned off the switch with one hand, picked him up with one hand, picked up his small claws and gently blew. He asked anxiously, "Pomelo, what do you do, your hands are scalded!"

Pomelo's eyes widened, and the large black and moist grapes looked at the accidental parents, and they struggled to clean up the scene, but unfortunately they couldn't move because they were held in place.

He failed to remedy, and was sure that the little secret could not be concealed completely. Only then was his nose sore, his mouth grievanced, and his head lowered in frustration.

In the living room, Huo Yunshen sat opposite Yan Qing, with his knees almost against his knees, and pomelo stood on his father's lap in a stretched body, and sulked his face sadly.

"Huo Youyou," Yan Qing is rarely serious. "There is hot water at home at any time. Drinking water will burn you. It is very dangerous. Your mother has taught you many times. Have you forgotten?

"Don't forget," the pomelo teat whispered weakly, "Mom is sorry."

His attitude of admitting his mistakes is so good, Yan Qing is still willing to say something serious, leaning down to look at his eyes: "What the **** is going on?"

Pomelo has a strong desire to explore, he is curious about everything, he is clever and quick to learn, and has strong practical ability, but he has never touched the danger zone, and he knows what to do and should not do. It is the first time like this.

Huo Yun saw that Yuzu was about to cry. He held up his injured little hand, unscrewed the ointment, and handed it to Yan Qing.

Pomelo's young red claws rested in his father's warm palms, and was carefully coated with medicine by his mother. He blinked a few times and couldn't help but reddish, softly said softly In the kindergarten, please ask the teacher to tell me the steps. She did n’t know what I was going to do, thinking that I was just curious. I came back and spent several days in the kitchen at home before I learned how to switch those on. "

His nasal voice was soft: "The fire is dangerous, I dare not use it, I use the one without fire. I am a little nervous, so I let cats and cats listen to me. If I do n’t come, I ’m already, already ... "

Huo Yun stroked his head deeply, Shen Sheng asked, "What is already."

Pomelo raised his head, stared at his dad's dark eyes, and looked at his mother's worried face again, whining himself with remorse: "I've cooked the noodles!"

He turned around and bumped his fluffy little head into Huo Yun's arms, grabbed his clothes, and stumbled and said: "Dad's birthday is today, he should eat noodles in the morning, and his mother worked till late, and will be tired. Let you work hard, just want to cook noodles for you. "

There was a moment of silence in the living room.

Huo Yun stared deeply at the lost little guy, looking at Yan Qing inconceivably.

Yan Qing also held her breath, her eyes slightly warm.

He is still a little bit older with the deep little grapefruit, but he secretly prepared for many days to learn those things beyond his age. Knowing that there is a danger, he would rather talk to cats and cats and talk boldly. Trying to boil the water, I screamed and did not hurt my hands.

In the end, just to cook a bowl of dad's birthday noodles.

Where is he a small grapefruit, clearly a good and brave little fairy.

Yan Qing wiped off the fog around her eyes and carefully applied the medicine to the back of pomelo. He wiped it everywhere. He took his finger and said, "Pomelo, you must remember that the water can not be burned, the noodles can not be cooked, you are still small You do n’t need to take risks to touch anything harmful to you. In the hearts of parents, the safety of pomelo is the most important thing. "

She tilted her head and looked at him softly: "Pomelo's small hand was burned. For Mom and Dad, no other can't make it up, understand?"

Pomelo had enough arms on his father's side, and immediately plunged into her mother's arms, rubbing her neck fossa, nodding hard.

He got it.

Pomelo is the most precious. It hurts both parents and parents.

Yan Qing rubbed the small face of pomelo, kissed his forehead, and stood up: "Okay, change me to cook noodles. Does anyone want to watch?"

Mr. Da Huo and Xiao Huo are very active.

In the end, Yan Qing stood in front of the counter with Huo Yunshen, Huo Shenshen embraced her from behind, and Pomelo took the place of cat and cat doll, sitting next to watch carefully, and the claws wrapped in bandages did not affect the seal-style applause In a few minutes, his little **** praised his mother clearly, and the content was not repeated.

"Mum is great! The water is fragrant!"

"I am scalded with water, I am not willing to scald my mother, because my mother is more lovely than pomelo!"

"Daddy ’s birthday noodles should be long and unbroken--mother is great--cooked well--"

His eyes were full of light, even if he looked at a pot of water boiled by his mother, an ordinary bowl at home, an expression that Dad sometimes swiped at him could overflow with clear happiness.

Huo Yun looked quietly at the pomelo that was devoted to noodles, and there was a faint tremor in his heart.

His birthday ...

Originally symbolizing family life, he has been given too much dark hatred since he was a child. He only lived for Qing Qing, and only Qing Qing would care.

The former taboo was that Qing Qing turned it into a joy to celebrate.

Now ... this little guy that Qing Qing gave him, also believes that his birthday is so important?

A family of three had breakfast, and Yan Qing was still thinking about last night's long dream. It was a rare holiday, and it was a weekend. Even if there were many college students, it was inconvenient to go. At least she could go back to Huo Yunshen's previous middle school and bury him. All those scars healed.

Huo Yun smiled deeply and touched her curly hair: "My wife said a minute earlier than me."

He thought too.

Yan Qing ’s eyes were curvy: “If that rice noodle shop is still there, we can also go to eat. Although it ’s very close to the university, it ’s quiet, so be careful not to be photographed—”

Huo Yunshen said decisively: "Still."

"How do you ..." Yan Qing's word "know" didn't wait for the exit, suddenly realized what, and stared at Huo Yun deeply.

His eyes were soft and heavy: "It was still the old couple who planned to close the shop two years ago. I bought it and let them keep it open. I think you will come back one day and we will try it."

Yan Qing closed her eyes and leaned on to hug him, whispering, "Okay, go today."

As soon as her voice fell, the sound of little feet fluttered on the stairs. When Yuyou heard that her father and mother were going out to play, they immediately rushed back to their room, put on the red sweater they had prepared, and put on a The little lion hat that my mother picked up, rejoicing down, rushed to the legs of the two men and hugged tightly.

In front of his hat, there were two flaming red hairballs that were swaying, and then he moved back and forth, shaking vigorously back and forth.

Pomelo said sweetly, "I'm going too!"

Huo Yun looked down at the little guy dressed and smiled slightly.

In front of him is a child in his family, free from a festive and splendid lion dance, even the round head shoes are red and plush.

Huo Yun deeply squeezed pomelo's face: "How to dress like this?"

Pomelo is proud: "Because Dad's birthday is a particularly good day, he must wear red and red to celebrate!"

Yan Qing gave Xiao Tianyou a thumbs up, lifted him up, and sent it to Huo Yun's arms.

Huo Yunshen took the beautiful lion dance, and finally asked: "Pomelo, dad's birthday is so important?"

Yuzuo opened her eyes in surprise and replied briskly, "Of course it is important! Because Dad came to this world and became the strongest and most powerful person, he would meet that--good mother, and then-- Lovely pomelo! "

Huo Yun looked at him deeply.

There would be a little baby boy who didn't know his past at all and didn't know his rumors. With Qing Qing, he unconditionally trusted and affirmed him.

When the family of three went out, the morning wind was the softest.

Huo Yunshen didn't call the driver, he drove by himself, Yan Qing was sitting in the co-pilot, his hands were clutched by him, Pomelo climbed into the back row superbly, tuned out the camera of the mobile phone, and took photos of his parents with pleasure from behind.

Before going to the middle school and the rice noodle shop, Huo Yunshen took Yan Qing to another place.

He had informed the venue in advance that the store was closed, and it was only open for them today.

Yan Qing saw the face through the car window, and was a bit dazed. Huo Yun embraced her and got off the car, took the pomelo, and whispered to her, "I will not only make wind chimes, but also learn a lot of new ones."

That handicraft shop that year.

Still in its original position, the plaque was hit by the wind and rain, but it did not seem vicissitudes at all.

Huo Yunshen touched Yan Qing with his hand and taught her to be a simple villain, shaping her long hair, slim waist, wearing white skirt and red lips, and making him always love to wear black, very tall, tough temper, feared by others Will only please her.

The lion dance pomelo ran countless laps in the store and learned carefully with the boss. After a while, he also made three round pottery bells in a decent way, strung together with a red thread, and shook Ding Ding Dong Loudly.

The familiar voice made Huo Yun raise his head deeply.

Pomelo waved the bell and rushed over, raising the treasure as if to say: "Two of the most beautiful are Mom and Dad, and the ugly one is Pomelo! The family is together!"

Huo Yunshen took the pomelo into his arms, put his Tao Ling love down, and wrapped up a small hand with Yan Qing, and taught him to be a cute little person, leaning closely with the previous two.

"Is this me?" Pomelo asked happily.

Huo Yunshen laughed and said: "Yes, our family is together."

Near noon, I went to the rice noodle shop. The old couple's craftsmanship was still the same. Huo Yunshen held Yan Qing's hand tightly, his eyes were reddish, and his voice was unconsciously dumb: "I have only eaten once, sour."

Yan Qing interlocked his fingers and asked with a smile: "This time it must be delicious, do you believe it?"

Huo Yun nodded deeply and kissed her forehead gently: "You know, it's never delicious rice noodles, it's Qing Qing."

Pomelo was fed with a small belly, and took her parents' hands with full spirit, and actively asked: "Are we going to school--"

Yan Qing is curious: "Youyou, do you love school so much?"

Youyou blushed and told the truth: "Because there are slides in the school--"

Huo Yun leaned deeply and pecked Yan Qing's eyes: "Pomelo is like mother."

Like to play.

Even love him.

Ninghua Middle School and Haicheng No. 4 Middle School are still the same as before. A long street in the middle has changed the surface and the varieties of trees and flowers, but the distance measured by footsteps countless times will never change.

Huo Yunshen stopped after passing through the alley that saved Qing Qing.

Youyou naively asked: "Daddy, what are you looking at."

"Look where you fought."

Pomelo "wow" in surprise: "My dad must have a great fight!"

Huo Yunshen raised his eyebrows unexpectedly and asked him: "Aren't you afraid?"

Pomelo stands firm: "Of course not afraid, Dad is so good, he hits bad guys!"

Huo Yun let go in his deep eyes and said to him: "But you can't learn, give you time and think about why."

Pomelo immediately raised his hand: "Think about it now-it's not that you can't learn, it's pomelo that you don't need to learn, because there are dads, no bad guys dare to bully moms!"

Huo Yun bent down deeply and pressed it against pomelo's forehead, with a smile: "My pomelo is really smart."

He straightened his spine, holding the pomelo's small body with one hand to prevent him from looking up. The other hand wrapped around Yan Qing's waist and pressed it against her ear. The voice was like sand, and it rubbed her. skin.

"Qingqing, I owe you something here."

Yan Qing stared at him: "What?"

"If I remember, the night you came to me, I should kiss you."

After he finished speaking, he lowered his head and covered her lips.

It is his first kiss that is late for Qingqing.