After Marrying the Sick and Weak Son, I Turned Around

Su An nestled in his arms, holding his cuff in a daze.

Seeing that she wasn't sleeping, he couldn't help laughing and said, "What are you thinking about, not sleeping yet?"

"It will be very hard to learn to ride a horse tomorrow. If you can't get up, I won't teach you."

"Hey, don't, I'm going to bed right away, I'm going to bed right away."

She wanted to go horseback riding, and immediately closed her eyes and fell asleep, her eyelashes fluttering.

He smiled, put a kiss on her forehead, patted her back gently, and coaxed her to sleep.

Su Anan couldn't help opening one eye, looked at his hazy side face, and whispered, "You know, you are very gentle today."

Someone raised his eyebrows and was about to say, "Someday I will not be gentle," when he saw her leaning into his ear, and suddenly said playfully, "Gentle like my mother, but kind."

Shen Juncheng's lips twitched slightly, remembering how many times she treated him as his mother, his eyes changed slightly, "Oh, is that right?"

She nodded and smiled when she saw his dark face.

Someone stretched out his hand, unceremoniously, to give her a long memory.

Su Anan smiled and hid, but in the end she couldn't stand it anymore, and she begged for mercy again and again, but Shen Juncheng gave up.

Gently warned in her ear not to treat him as a mother again.

A good relationship is about to deteriorate!

Su Anan resisted smiling and nodded, lying in his arms for a while, before falling asleep, yawning, and falling asleep within a moment.

Shen Juncheng looked at her peaceful sleeping face, stretched out her hand to say goodbye to the hair on her temples, and remembered how she chopped wood in the afternoon.

At that moment, he was stunned, because that scene inexplicably overlapped with that ridiculous dream.

In that dream, she was also chopping wood, a thin and small person, holding an axe but unexpectedly steady.

When he saw that she was chopping wood, he was shocked for a long time before returning to his senses.

Why, a young lady of hers can chop wood, and is so proficient in chopping? Why does he always feel that the dream is not a dream...

But he investigated her past, she really had never suffered, and it was impossible for her to be reduced to that level, so why would he have such a strange dream.

Strangely, every time he thinks of it, there will be a subtle pain in his heart.

He shook his head and sighed very lightly.

The valley is silent, only the leaves are rustling, swaying back and forth by the wind.

It seems that because Shen Juncheng mentioned frostbite today, Su Anan had another dream.

In my dream, I went back to the winter I spent in the back alley in the first year.

The delicate eldest lady had never even touched Yangchun water, but in that year she learned to chop wood for laundry and carry water to wipe the floor.

The delicate hands have become rough after a few months of training.

In winter, it is red, swollen and sore, and it can no longer be seen as delicate and white.

When she couldn't sleep because of the coldness in the middle of the night, she was wrapped in a thin quilt and kept rubbing her hands and breathing, hoping to absorb a little warmth.

But in the end, the heat dissipated into the icy air before it reached his palm.

She stared blankly at her vicissitudes of life like an old woman's hand, and then stroked the scars on her face, and suddenly laughed, her eyes turning red, and finally hugged the only warmth, curled up in the corner, and whimpered.

She wanted to go home, her mother, Cuiyan, and a bowl of hot soup, she wanted to drink a bowl of hot soup.

Suddenly, someone pushed open the door of her dilapidated firewood room and walked in.

Su Anan raised her eyes, her eyes filled with mist could not see the person coming, but could only see vague outlines.

The person who came was slender, dressed in black, came slowly, and put a bowl of hot soup in front of him.

The simplest rice soup, steaming hot, was exactly what she craved.

Tears fell and fell to the ground.

She wiped her eyes hard, trying to see what the man looked like, and wanted to ask who he was, but for some reason she couldn't stop crying in the dream. cold as ice...

Su Anan woke up suddenly.

It was a dark night, only the window was not closed, and the moonlight leaked into a room, dispelling a little darkness.

She looked around, the bookcase, the bamboo door, the wooden table, the candles blown out, the clothes on the stool...

She breathed a sigh of relief. It was a bamboo house, not a back alley, but her dream.

She lay back down again, noticing the cold beside her, what about him?

Just wondering where he went in the middle of the night, suddenly, a melodious and lingering flute sound came faintly.

Su Anan's eyes widened suddenly, this flute, this flute...

She got up in a hurry, before her shoes had time, and opened the door at once.

In the courtyard, he was dressed in black, standing in the dark, with thin hair and a shawl, and his back was deserted.

Hearing the movement, he stopped playing, looked back at her and smiled, "Sorry, I woke you up."

He just couldn't sleep, and suddenly wanted to play a song.

With two fingers turning, he neatly put the flute around his waist and walked over.

Su An'an looked at him blankly, looking into his eyes.

His eyes were as light as always, reflecting the brightness and coldness of the moon.

Like silver-gray amber falling into the clear lake, it is clear, transparent, and breathtakingly beautiful.

Her throat rolled, as if she wanted to speak, but when she moved, she realized that she had lost her voice with excitement. She just stood there quietly and watched him come step by step.

The tall and straight figure gradually overlapped with her memory, and her eyes turned red with every step she took.

Shen Juncheng came over and saw that she had been staring at him stupidly for a long time, only when she was drowsy, just about to send her back to the room to rest, and saw that she was actually barefoot, frowned slightly, and rebuked: "It's cold on the ground, Why don't you wear shoes?"

He reached out and wanted to carry her directly back into the house, but Su Anan suddenly stopped him, looked up at him, and asked, "Have you ever changed your face?"

"Why do you ask that all of a sudden?"

She took his hand and asked persistently, "Yes or no?"

Although the tone of voice is still very calm, but if you listen carefully, it is not difficult to find the eagerness and turbulence hidden in it.

Shen Juncheng was curious and didn't understand why she suddenly asked this, but he answered honestly, "Occasionally it will change."

Su Anan asked again, "the flute you just played is very nice, who made it?"

Shen Juncheng laughed and said teasingly: "Well... it was made by the eldest son of the Shen family, Shen Juncheng."

Su Anan didn't seem to believe it, "You can still compose music?"

Shen Juncheng raised his eyebrows, "It's not difficult, don't you know I have an elegant nickname."

The green-faced evil ghost is his symbol, but the jade flute around his waist has a hint of elegance, and some people will give him the nickname, the jade flute son.

He can play the flute and compose music, which is not difficult.

Su Anan looked at him straight, and finally asked, "Then, what's the name of this song?"

Shen Juncheng smiled, "boring."

Su Ananne's hand holding his sleeve trembled fiercely, "Is it... the title of the song?"

Shen Juncheng raised his eyebrows, but she didn't expect that she would understand at once.

That's right, the song is called Boredom, and it's what he did when he was bored, and when he was struggling.

I'm sorry, I will take another day off tomorrow. I hope you will forgive me.