Chapter 129: The story of a man with a baby looking for his wife (9)
The night wind blew by, and in the moonlight, a pair of red eyes of the baby emerged from the gap, staring straight at Pei Yuzhou, then he bent his eyes and seemed to laugh.
Pei Yuzhou frowned. Perhaps it was his misunderstanding. The moment he met the baby's gaze, his whole body went cold, and he thought he was being targeted by an evil spirit.
Seeing that Chu Zhao was indeed feeling unwell, Pei Yuzhou couldn't bear to bother him more today, so he could only go back first.
The coachman asked: "Where will the official return today?"
Pei Yuzhou said: "Qinglian Lane."
He has his own official residence, but rarely returns there. He often stays in the house on Qinglian Lane at night.
The coachman didn't want to say anything. Everyone knew that Pei Yuzhou lived in the outer room every day. How could a decent family marry his young lady to him?
But the concubine in Qinglian Lane is really a beauty in the world. She will be fascinated by her once she takes one more look at her. It is no wonder that Pei Yuzhou, who has a cold and arrogant temperament, can't stop.
The new master in the Chu family looks very strange. No one knows what he looks like or what the child he is holding looks like. He is so mysterious that it inevitably makes people curious.
But the servants didn't dare to offend him. He was a distinguished guest invited by the Chu family. Whether the eldest master was in good health or not depended on his medical skills. If they were a little neglectful and made the distinguished guest angry, they would not be able to eat and walk away.
The eldest lady has promised that the distinguished guest must live in the best room, eat the best food, and prepare a cradle for the child to sleep. This level of attention is really extraordinary.
And in the best guest room of the Chu family, not a single candle was lit tonight.
"Ah...ah——"
The young man opened his cloak, lowered his head, and stared blankly at the child who was playing around in his arms.
Chu Xiaoman grabbed the corner of his father's clothes and pulled his father's clothes back and forth anxiously. He was very strong and would tear the clothes open if he was not careful.
In order to make him calm down, Fusheng grabbed one of the child's hands, but he didn't estimate how much force he would use. After a "click", Chu Xiaoman's hand was broken.
Even in a dark environment, the red eyes of the father and son can see normally.
The boy's face was expressionless and his eyes were dark.
Fu Sheng skillfully took his son's arm back and said softly: "Xiao Man, your mother is just taking care of grandpa. It's not that she doesn't want us anymore. In a while, she will come over to see us."
I don't know if Chu Xiaoman understood his father's words or because he had just broken his arm. In short, he was indeed a bit more honest, leaning on his father's arms and staring at the door of the room with his father.
Time passed little by little, the moon hid behind the dark clouds, and there were only a few stars left in the night, but there was still no movement on the door.
Chu Xiaoman hummed, raised his eyes pitifully, and stared at his father, as if asking why his mother hadn't come over yet.
The corners of Fusheng's lips pursed slightly, and he hugged Chu Xiaoman tightly. The two father and son seemed to be warming each other, "Xiaoman, Xiangxiang doesn't remember us, but even if she doesn't remember us, she still loves us. ”
When these words were spoken, it was more about comforting himself than comforting Xiao Man.
"What I said is true. Xiangxiang said she didn't remember me, but she kissed me the first time she saw me. If your grandpa hadn't been sick, your mother and I would have been... already... separated. It’s a shame.”
The idiom "Boiled Luan Daofeng" was something Fusheng learned from Chu Xiang before.
Fu Sheng has not had contact with people for too long, and his ability to take care of himself and his common sense have deteriorated to the point of exaggeration. When he first met Chu Xiang, he stammered when he spoke.
Chu Xiaoman rolled his eyes.
Why is his grandpa sick?
His father is really shameless!
"Xiaoman, you know, your mother loves me the most, so she will definitely come to me." Fusheng grabbed one of his son's short, fleshy hands, squeezed it like a puppy's paw, and tilted it Head, long white hair fell from her shoulders, "She will come to me, right?"
The expression of the young man is pure and innocent, like a piece of white paper that has not been stained by the world, so clean that it is unbelievable.
Chu Xiaoman grabbed a strand of long white hair and said, "Ah--" as if in response to what his father said was right.
Fusheng felt happy to have someone who affirmed him. He hugged his son and sat cross-legged on the bed, shaking his body gently. His red eyes stared at the door unblinkingly.
"Xiangxiang loves me."
"The one Xiangxiang loves most is me."
"Xiangxiang only loves me."
……
He thought about it over and over again, as if it could give him the courage and confidence to wait patiently, and the child in his arms was the best proof that Chu Xiang loved him.
Chu Xiang accompanied her mother and waited for her father to fall asleep, then returned to her room. In order to prevent Yingying from noticing anything and causing trouble, she waited until Yingying went back to sleep, then put on her clothes again and sneaked out. Door.
The autumn night is getting deeper and heavier, and the chill is already biting.
She didn't dare to stop, didn't dare to lift the lantern, and hurried to the courtyard where the guests lived.
She had many, many questions to ask, and she also wanted to have more contact with the father and son. This eagerness was driving her crazy.
And she was not the only one who was going to be driven crazy.
Chu Xiang just arrived at the door of the guest room, and before she could reach out and knock on the door, the door opened, and a pale hand pulled her tight into the dark space.
The door is closed, as if two worlds are separated.
Chu Xiang once again met the young man's beautiful ruby eyes.
He bent his eyes as if he were smiling, but the mist in them seemed like he was crying hard.
Chu Xiang stretched out her hand in the darkness and touched his cold cheek. The child's voice disturbed her concentration.
She looked down and saw a pair of equally beautiful eyes, and the feeling of softening that suddenly emerged in her chest was particularly strong.
Chu Xiang: "This child?"
In the darkness, a hand pinched Chu Xiaoman's neck. Chu Xiaoman said "Ouch", tilted his head, closed his eyes and there was no movement.
The boy said: "Xiao Man is our child. He has been waiting for you for a long time and couldn't bear it and fell asleep."
Unconscious Chu Xiaoman: "..."
Fusheng put the child into the cradle and covered the child with a quilt in a fatherly manner. Then, he couldn't help but hold Chu Xiang's hand.
There was a familiar and comfortable breath flowing along her wrist, rising up little by little, and spreading throughout her body.
His voice was hoarse and trembling, "I've been waiting for you for a long time, Xiangxiang, and I almost couldn't bear it anymore."
The string called reason in Chu Xiang's mind was broken. Before her brain could think about it, her body's instinct had already made her rush towards the boy.
He couldn't hide his excitement, and the moment he picked her up, he kissed her urgently and passionately.
The two fell on the bed, with a tacit understanding of each other's lack of patience. The sound of the tearing fabric was clear and sweet, and the window curtains swayed violently with the "ding-dong-dang" movement.
In the past, it was she who taught him what it means to be in a state of disbelief.
But now, it was him who, from body to soul, made her understand, bit by bit, what it means to be in a state of disarray, just like a piece of driftwood swaying on the sea.
(End of chapter)