Marriage is continuous: mysterious husband brought home

She went to the room and took something. She left, but the door was closed.

Nie Pingxin blocked the door and locked the door.

He looked at her and opened his mouth with a hoarse voice. He said, "for a long time, I'm so hungry. I haven't eaten a meal since last night. I'm still thirsty. I want to drink water."

Song Jiujiu's eyebrows and eyes were dull, and the Buddha looked at the transparent air.

"For a long time, let me explain something, okay?"

She didn't talk to him because she thought it was superfluous and his appearance was superfluous. She didn't want to waste her words.

When he went to open the door, he hugged her, held her tightly in his arms, and buried her face in her long cut hair. He said, "for a long time, I was born again. From now on, you and I will really live in this time and space, and I will get sick, grow old and die."

He said: "for a long time, I am 49 years old. If I can live to 80, then three fifths of my life has been completed. If my life is only five years, then I have only two years left to be with you."

He picked her up and pointed to the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes. "You see, I also have wrinkles." he also pointed to his white hair at the temples, "you see, I also have white hair."

Song Jiujiu still looked at him expressionless, with no waves in his eyes and eyebrows. He seemed to hear and see, but he didn't seem to hear or see.

He picked her up and held her in his arms. His face was buried in her neck. His voice choked. Something hot slipped slowly down her back. He said, "for a long time, I didn't lie to you five years ago. I really didn't lie to you."

He also said, "for a long time, please forgive me, OK?"

Song Jiujiu's expression was still calm, but he closed his eyes. Two lines of clear tears gushed from the bottom of his eyes and fell down along his pale and thin face.

She was frightened and wanted to raise her hand to wipe her tears, because she said she would not shed a tear for this man.

But then she found that her arm was tightly wrapped in his arms together with her body.

She couldn't move. She had to blink hard, but those tears were like boiling water. The power supply of the kettle was broken, and the water kept boiling and rolling.

Nie Pingxin said, "for a long time, shall we start again?" his voice became more and more choked and hoarse.

Then there was no sound. I don't know how long later, there was a uniform breathing sound in my ears.

Song Jiujiu painstakingly liberated his hands from the man's arms and picked up his head.

"..." I want to say, Nie Pingxin, go away. Miss Ben said, I don't want you anymore. I don't want you even if you beg a thousand times and ten thousand times.

But she didn't say it after all, because he fell asleep in her arms.

She settled Nie Pingxin in a new big bed after he left. She went out of the room and explained to the domestic servant, "cook some food." then she looked at the floor clock, "tell him to get up and eat in two hours."

"OK, Miss nine."

"Tell him to go away immediately after eating. I don't want to see him again when I come back at night." she explained again when she came to the door.

The maid nodded in fear, "OK." Alas, my uncle has been away for five years. It really broke Miss nine's heart. In addition, in the past five years, the old man, husband and wife have died one after another. Miss nine has changed. They haven't seen her smile for a long time.

Song Jiujiu took a bus to the presidential palace. The complicated government affairs made her too busy to think about the man and where he was in the five years she lost him.

When she got a gap at noon, the secretary sent her lunch to her office. She ate and looked at the big TV on the wall. Her favorite thing in recent years is still animation, no deception and no harm.

But when she saw a king inside, and the king's wife gave birth to a daughter, she suddenly remembered what Mu Yunxiao said yesterday. Who will their children look like in the future?

Her hands are unconsciously placed on her flat abdomen. When can this place give birth to a child that belongs to her?

Nie Pingxin said, for a long time, I am 49 years old. If my life is only five years, I have finished three years and have two years left.

Mu Yunxiao said, jiuer, I'll wait for you.

What she wants to say now is that no matter how many years her life is, she doesn't want any of them to participate in her life.

I turned off the TV, had lunch, and threw myself into busy affairs again in the afternoon.

I'm going to visit country K tomorrow. I thought I'd go back to take a bath and have a rest earlier tonight, but forget it. I won't go back.

It rained again at night. In the past two years, the weather in the capital has always been a little cloudy and sunny. It's not. The sun is shining during the day. At night, the rain comes.

Song couldn't sleep for a long time, so she got up and came to the French window. At the height of the third floor of the bedroom, she could clearly see a person standing downstairs outside the window.

The rain was too heavy to see the man's appearance, but she clearly remembered the outline. Then the Buddha was engraved in her heart. Did she say she could erase it if she wanted to?

Subconsciously, she looked at the time. Through the dim wall lamp in the room, she saw her watch on the table. The hour hand pointed to 2:15 midnight, less than six hours before going to the airport.

She thought, sleep a little longer. It's still early anyway.

He drew the curtains and lay back in bed. This time song fell asleep for a long time, but he had a dream.

She dreamed of a flood. She stood on the top of the mountain and watched Nie Pingxin be washed away by the flood, then submerged, and finally disappeared in sight.

She suddenly woke up, opened her eyes and found herself lying in bed. She raised her hand and wiped her forehead. It was all cold sweat.

The rain was still beating against the window. She got out of bed, came to the window barefoot and looked downstairs. The man was still pestling there, like a sculpture.

"Fool!"

She cursed low, then put on her slippers, took an umbrella and left the bedroom.

The heavy rain made Nie Pingxin unable to lift his head. Coupled with the water cooling of the rain, he squatted on the ground, shrunk his neck, buried his face in his knees, and trembled slightly.

"Pa! PA! PA!"

He felt that there was some other sound in his ears, and there was no rain on the back of his head and body. He slowly pulled his face out of his knees and saw a pair of pink slippers. His upper had been soaked by the rain. It looked a little embarrassed.

And low eyes look at themselves, all wet, more embarrassed.

He snorted and wheezed. He didn't look up at the person standing in front of him. He was afraid of her cold face. "For a long time, I'm hungry." he paused a little and hugged his knees again. There was some grievance in his voice, "I'm still cold."

Song looked at him angrily for a long time. He really wanted to kick him, but he was not willing after all.

"Cold still squatting here, not cold, are you going to take off your clothes and squat here?" the expressionless face could not hide the anger in the words.

She was very angry.

Then he turned and left. He didn't want to see him again for a second.

Nie Pingxin looked up at her back. After the rain, he could not see clearly. He slowly stood up, but because he squatted too long, his legs were numb and his waist could not straighten up. He was still there for a long time.

Song Jiujiu had been in the building for a long time. He didn't hear anything behind him, so he turned his face slightly and looked behind him with his remaining light. There was no one, and the range was a little larger. Then he squinted and saw the man still lingering there.

She finally couldn't help getting angry. "If you want to freeze to death, give Miss Ben as far as you can!"

Then he turned and went upstairs and didn't want to talk to him anymore.

Nie Pingxin bit his teeth and was so wronged that he whispered, "people's legs are numb. Even if you don't feel bad, you're so rude."

My heart is broken into slag. I can't sew it up.

In the house, song Jiujiu told his servant, "make a bowl of shredded meat noodles and a bowl of tomato and egg noodles."

Nie Pingxin looked at the two bowls of steaming noodles on the table in front of him. He was greedy and kept smacking his mouth, but his daughter-in-law didn't speak, and he didn't dare to eat.

Secretly looked up to see song Jiujiu. He was wearing a coat and reading some documents on the sofa. He was serious and focused. He wanted to open his mouth to tell her whether noodles were OK or not. But when he saw that she was so busy and afraid of disturbing her, she was so angry that it was a small thing to catch him like a fierce bear child. It was a big thing to drive him away.

So, just wait and wait, wait and wait.

When the two bowls of steaming noodles dissipated the heat, they didn't wait for the order to allow them to eat.

Fortunately, song Jiujiu finally finished reading the documents in his hand. As soon as he looked up, he saw the man wrapped in silk sitting opposite her and looking at her. His eyes were full of grievances.

Seeing that she finally raised her head, Nie Pingxin dared to open his mouth, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he stressed his grievance with a soft voice, "for a long time, I'm hungry."

Song Jiujiu noticed that the noodles in front of him were still there and had become a lump. She couldn't help frowning, "why don't you eat when you're hungry?"

"You didn't say, dare not eat." the simple six words show the grievances at this time incisively and vividly.

Especially the eyes, probably because they didn't rest well. They were full of red blood, as well as the face and bearded.

Now he was wrapped in a silk quilt. It looked like she abused him.

Song Jiujiu put down the documents in her hand and ignored him. She looked up at the clock on the wall. It was already 4:30 in the morning. She got up and went out of the room.

Nie Pingxin sat there pursing his mouth, more and more wronged.

After a while, a servant came in and collected two bowls of noodles on the table.

"What are you doing?" Nie Pingxin stretched out his hand to stop it, but heard the man say, "Your Excellency said to stop it."

Staring at the two bowls of noodles being taken away, Nie Pingxin felt unspeakably uncomfortable. In a moment, something was discounted inside.

Don't let me eat. Don't eat. I'll starve to death anyway.

Lying on the sofa, he thought that if he fell asleep, he might not feel so hungry.