Love at the Right Time

Shi Qingqiu's things are not too few. The trophies he got in the past few years are connected with some clothes, and two suitcases are full, almost not enough.

Before dinner, he left Phoenix and went home. On the way, he went to buy some vegetables. When he returned home, Shi Qingqiu set out to organize his things.

She first took her trophy and placed it in the glass cabinet in Wen Qinghan's study, and finally her clothes.

Wen Qinghan watched as he rolled up his sleeves and planned to help her.

Shi Qingqiu refused, pushing Wen Qinghan out, "I don't want your help, you go cook, and you can start the meal when I'm done."

Wen Qinghan glanced at the suitcase, "So many clothes, don't you really need me?"

Shi Qingqiu shook his head decisively: "No, I want to eat immediately after finishing the order. You go and cook. You should also cook today."

Wen Qinghan touched her hair, and the corners of her lips twitched and said, "Then call me when you want to help. If you don't need it, put it in the suitcase after you finish it, and I will pack it up after dinner."

Shi Qingqiu pulled her hand down, pushed her out of the room and urged: "Go, I'm all hungry."

Wen Qinghan was mercilessly pushed to the kitchen to cook dinner, while Shi Qingqiu sorted his clothes into the closet in the room.

A long, long time ago, she once imagined that when she grew up, in addition to a wedding with her lover, there was also such a plain life.

Their shoes will be neatly arranged on the shoe cabinet in the entrance hall, their clothes will be hung together regardless of each other, they will sit at the dinner table together and pick each other's vegetables, every time they look at each other, they will look at each other and smile.

She once thought that this kind of life might not be there again, and she was so afraid of going through another separation, not even giving herself the chance to start.

But now, the picture in the original imagination has gradually become fuller. The picture is full of the same person. It is the person who is used to being cold and can make people feel cold as soon as his eyes sink.

On the bottom layer of the wardrobe, there was a stack of winter coats. Shi Qingqiu stacked his coat on top. When he placed it a second time, he swept it inadvertently and hit a soft object.

She pulled it out to see that it was a square pillow with a Q version of the character printed on both sides. This style makes it difficult for people to tell which character is being painted, but Shi Qingqiu recognizes it at first sight. It is the look of a movie she filmed in the previous two years.

Because there is a tattoo on the character's face, she looks bold and glamorous, she remembers this look.

When Shi Qingqiu was holding the pillow, something like this appeared in front of her. Wen Qinghan hugged the pillow while watching TV on the sofa. Suddenly there was a call. She let go of her hand to answer the call with her mobile phone, but from the beginning to the end. Did not let go of the pillow.

Shi Qingqiu's nose was sour, and she suddenly imagined that when she was working outside for the past two years, Wen Qinghan endured the affection in her heart, carefully sent messages to herself, and it took a long time to call herself once, and basically said Don’t worry about the situation at home.

In fact, she didn't want to contact, but just as she said that day, if she took a wrong step, there would be no present.

When Wen Qinghan walked in, Shi Qingqiu was putting some trivial things in the drawer and storing the album.

With sharp eyes, she saw the pillow on the bed at a glance.

As early as the first day Shi Qingqiu moved in, she opened her private realm completely to Shi Qingqiu. Although she would not take the things that were used to ease the longing, she would not take the initiative to take them out, but she was not willing to throw them away, just let them go. As for whether Shi Qingqiu would find out, she didn't think too much.

Wen Qinghan walked over with light steps, stretched out his hand from behind to embrace Shi Qingqiu's waist, sighed in her ear, and asked knowingly: "Mrs. Wen, how did you turn out my things?"

Shi Qingqiu pushed in the drawer and said lightly: "You can think about it, and confess to yourself before I turn it all out."

Wen Qinghan put his chin on her shoulder, and said honestly: "No more, just this one."

She couldn't help Wen Qinghan showing weakness for a moment, but when Wen Qinghan approached her with a slightly softer voice, she couldn't bear to tease. Especially after knowing what Wen Qinghan had been up to over the years, she was full of pity.

Shi Qingqiu turned around and sniffed Wen Qinghan's body, it seemed that there was a smell of food. She pursed her lips and smiled. After all, this immortal who can't eat fireworks got into the dust of the world for her.

"Mrs. Shi." Shi Qingqiu brushed the long hair on her shoulders, and said with a smile but not a smile: "You are a little worse than the kid some time ago. He has me in the entire room, and you are just a pillow."

"One is enough." Wen Qinghan didn't avoid it. With a gentle expression, he hugged Shi Qingqiu into his arms. "When you think about you, just give it a hug, so you don't need that much. And my colleagues will occasionally do it. Come here, if they find out, you may know about it. Chen Yi, I must have a lot to say when I see you."

Shi Qingqiu leaned in her ear and asked softly: "So, is our baby warmer jealous?"

Wen Qinghan asked back: "Guess what?"

"I guess..." Shi Qingqiu narrowed his eyes and smiled, exhaling gently in Wen Qinghan's ear, "I guess I must have drunk a big jar of vinegar, it's the most sour one."

Wen Qinghan smiled lowly without answering, but Shi Qingqiu still clasped his hands.

In the past, she didn't have an identity that could love Shi Qingqiu. Those emotions that accompany love could only be suppressed in the bottom of her heart silently. Even if they got married a few months ago, she couldn't confide in her affection.

She had thought that if she was really just a friend, she would at least be able to care and love through this marriage. For her, it is enough, to be able to accompany her to the old age, just friends.

Now, she can love unscrupulously and no longer need to hide. She can be jealous upright, hold Shi Qingqiu in her arms when she misses, comb her hair and dress for Shi Qingqiu, and don't have to worry about those emotions inadvertently showing.

Shi Qingqiu touched her long hair and whispered softly in her ear: "Qing Han, tell me about your life over the years? I want to hear it, I want to know, what do you think of me."

Wen Qinghan looked at her and asked, "Do you really want to know? It may be boring, boring, and dull. There is no place that can attract you at all."

Shi Qingqiu's heart was soft, holding Wen Qinghan's face to coax her: "What I want to know is about you, and those that are related to me, you are not allowed to hide a word from me."

Wen Qinghan raised his eyebrows slightly, thought for a moment, and then took Shi Qingqiu's hand and walked towards the door, saying as he walked: "If you want to hear the story, then eat first. After the meal, we will go for a walk. I will tell you slowly. …"

After dinner, many people will go for a walk in the garden. The house that Wen Qinghan bought is in a good location, not only the scenery is not bad, but also the entertainment facilities are not lacking.

The night is approaching and the breeze is fainting. Many people in the community come out for a walk. There are couples and elderly couples, including a family of three with children.

As autumn is approaching, the wind at night has also changed from warm to cool. Wen Qinghan and Shi Qingqiu held hands and strolled leisurely along the flowerbed as they walked in the direction of the setting sun.

Wen Qinghan asked leisurely: "Mrs. Wen, are the food tonight still okay?"

Seeing her use her accent in this way, Shi Qingqiu also cooperated with a smile: "Naturally, it fits. That steamed fish is very delicious. It really is the chef of Wen."

Wen Qinghan smiled. In the setting sun, her eyes flashed with ripples, "Is only steamed fish delicious? What about cold potato shreds? What else?"

"They are all delicious, every dish is the same as what is cooked in the big restaurant, no, it is more delicious." Shi Qingqiu shook her hands together and praised her without hesitation.

The corners of Wen Qinghan's lips curled up and her heart warmed. She lifted her chin and said, "Qingqiu, I'm about to start telling a story. Listen well, I won't say it again."

Shi Qingqiu let go and took her arm, "Well, listen carefully."

She was silent for a while, looking far away, falling on the artificial lake not far away, and then on the stone bridge, until the silence seemed as long as a century, she said quietly: "This house is My dad gave it to me when I graduated from university. He asked me to choose, so I chose this place. The scenery is very good, the style is also atmospheric, and most importantly, it is not like a person who just came out of work would choose The house is like a type that people with a family would choose."

She stopped, Shi Qingqiu laughed and asked her, "What then?"

Wen Qinghan glanced at her, smiled faintly, and then opened his lips: "Then, on the first day I moved in, a neighbor asked me, "Girl, you live alone in such a big house, aren't you afraid?", I said, “I’m not afraid. I usually ask my colleagues to come over for a gathering. The place is spacious and we can stay together.” Then, the neighbor laughed at me, saying that it was the first time I saw someone buy a house and considered that my colleagues could not play enough. local."

Shi Qingqiu faintly sensed Wen Qinghan's true purpose at the time, and her heart trembled slightly as she clasped Wen Qinghan's arms tightly.

Wen Qinghan led Shi Qingqiu towards the artificial lake. Her voice was clear and gentle, not as cold as in the past: "Actually, I didn't think so much. I just felt that I wanted a spacious enough house and wanted someone to follow me. I live together. With her here, this house can be called "home". We can decorate this house as we want, and I will buy back whatever she likes and what she wants, as long as she is happy.

At night, we can eat together, watch popular TV shows, eat the same apple, wash and sleep together. Before going to bed, she would say goodnight to me, and the next day we continued to live like this again, there was no grandeur, no vigor, but that was enough. "

Shi Qingqiu felt as if something was coming up in her eye sockets. They were so swelling that she couldn't say anything. She felt dumb as soon as she opened her mouth.

When they walked to the artificial lake, there were children running around in the pavilion in the center of the stone bridge, and adults shouting to make the children cautious and laughing, but these were not in their ears.

Wen Qinghan put two paper towels on the steps, and when he pulled it, Qingqiu sat down, and there was a cool breeze on the lake, which added a bit of coolness at the turn of the seasons.

Shi Qingqiu sat down and took Wen Qinghan's arm again. After a while, she could finally speak softly, "Anything else? I haven't heard enough."

Wen Qinghan's gaze turned, falling on Shi Qingqiu's profile, with gentle eyes, "Also, in addition to those just now, maybe we can go to her movies. Her acting skills are very good. She is such a kind person. , But can deduce many characters with different personalities, some are cruel, some are weak, each one is like her, but not the real her."

Shi Qingqiu leaned on her shoulder and fell completely into the love network she had woven. He was obviously a person who seemed so unenthusiastic. How could he be so gentle? It felt as if she had become complete day by day since they got married. Before that, the only adjective Shi Qingqiu could think of about her was indifference.

"She must be rejoicing, whether she has done a lot of good things in her previous life, so she can meet you in this life." A tear fell on Wen Qinghan's shoulder at the corner of Shi Qingqiu's eyes, and her voice was soft and exceptionally soft. "She Maybe you will also ask yourself if it is worth making you love so much."

Wen Qinghan rubbed Shi Qingqiu's hair and melted all the tenderness into his words: "Then she will have to be taught a lesson by me tonight. She can't even understand such a simple truth. She should know. Whether love is worth it or not."

She broke away from Shi Qingqiu's hand, put Shi Qingqiu in her arms with both hands, and asked with a faint smile: "My story is over, is Mrs. Wen satisfied?"

Shi Qingqiu leaned in Wen Qinghan's arms, listening to the noisy voices in his ears and the heartbeats close at hand, so calm, so reassuring, so nostalgic for her.

"It's quite satisfactory, except for the last part." Shi Qingqiu raised his head with soft light in his eyes, "Someone has a talent now, and he still wants to teach me, how do you plan to teach it?"

"Um..." Wen Qinghan thought for a long time, and the corners of his lips were gently raised, "Guess."

Shi Qingqiu smiled and stretched out her finger to push Wen Qinghan's forehead, "What are you thinking about all day? I want to expose your true face to your colleagues."

She and Wen Qinghan looked at each other, and imprinted the tenderness in each other's eyes in their hearts. In this unquiet environment, she could only hear and see this person in her heart, and kept replaying them in her heart. Follow the story just now.

She wanted to spend all her courage and luck to fall in love with Wen Qinghan. Even if she lost, she would have no regrets.

As long as it is Wen Qinghan, she is willing.