born of love

"Are you awake?" Bai Yuan dragged himself into his arms, buried his head in his arms, and deeply sniffed the fragrance of the bath liquid. The familiar, faint smell made him feel peaceful.

"Well," Lin Feng rubbed the top of his head, and pulled up the quilt, "I'll make breakfast, do you want to sleep a little longer?"

The daughter-in-law shook her head in front of his chest, her fine hair swept across his neck, Lin Feng's Adam's apple shrank, and a certain part showed signs of waking up.

"Daughter-in-law, don't act like a baby." He recited the Diamond Sutra several times in his heart, telling himself not to be a beast.

"Ah?" Bai Yuan raised his head.

It was fine if he didn't raise his head, but when he raised his head and bumped into Lin Feng's chin, the two of them immediately said "Hey" in unison, and then hugged to check each other's hit parts.

No one spoke, the wall clock was ticking on the wall, and the two of them suddenly smiled silly.

"Get up," Bai Yuan rubbed against him greedily, then put his hands and feet down, "I'll make breakfast."

"Daughter-in-law..." Lin Feng couldn't bear it.

"Stop talking," Bai Yuan took a deep look at him, "Could it be that you know how to make breakfast?"

After hearing this, Lin Feng understood that his wife knew that the bowl of noodles last night was the result of what he had learned and sold, so she smiled embarrassedly, quickly pushed the wheelchair over to the bedside, and then sat up with the person in her arms. After thinking about it, I couldn't help but add: "Then Xiaoyuan, don't make it too complicated, you teach me, I'll learn slowly, okay?"

The low blood sugar in the morning and the change in blood pressure caused by the elevated body position made Bai Yuan's complexion a bit ugly. He had no strength, so he leaned on Lin Feng's shoulder and whispered "hmm".

After brushing his teeth, washing his face, changing his diapers, and putting on the restraint belt after all the tossing, Bai Yuan looked at himself in the mirror. In fact, his face wasn't very rosy, but he really looked pretty like this now.

No, in his husband's heart he must be prettier than a fairy.

Thinking about it, he giggled and drove the wheelchair out of the bathroom, and saw Lin Feng leaning on the door frame and staring at him.

"I have a flower on my face?" Bai Yuan returned to him what he said to himself in the morning.

Shaking his head, Lin Feng was not at all worried about Bai Yuan's cooking, he followed the wheelchair to the kitchen, and saw his wife was lighting the pot with the gas valve.

"I'm coming!" Lin Feng hurried over.

Due to time constraints, the kitchen part of the apartment was not adjusted to the height of the wheelchair, so even though Bai Yuan's arms were not small, it was still a bit laborious.

Looking up and frowning at his husband's worried expression, Bai Yuan touched the oil pot on the side and poured some of it in, and said, "My husband will help you turn on the range hood."

If the gas valve, oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar are within reach of Bai Yuan, then the range hood switch above his head is the furthest distance in the world to him.

Not missing the flash of loneliness on his daughter-in-law's face, Lin Feng walked over doggy-leggedly: "Abiding by the order."

With a "puchi" smile, Bai Yuan intensified: "Bring two eggs from the refrigerator."

"Pour two cups of milk and heat it in the microwave for a minute."

"Toast..."

"Salad dressing..."

"Go wash a tomato for me..."

……

He really used his husband as an errand runner, but the errand runner was not at all unhappy.

Bai Yuanzheng snickered in his heart, picked up the kitchen knife to cut some luncheon meat, when he heard a scream in his ear, he almost cut his hand in fright: "Hey, what are you doing?!"

"Cutting meat! What else can I do?" Bai Yuan looked puzzled, "What are you yelling at!"

"I'll help you." Lin Feng hurried over to grab the knife in his hand.

"You got it!" Bai Yuan refused, "Compared with me, I think you have a higher chance of getting it."

Lin Feng was powerless to refute. After all, the last time he used a knife was to peel an apple for his daughter-in-law who had a cold a year ago. After peeling that half-kilo apple, there was a huge core left, which was another honorable deed of his.

"Then, be careful." He had to let go.

In fact, he is really worried about his wife too much. Although the height of the stove is not low for Bai Yuan, it is not that high. Cutting a dish or something is more laborious except for the fact that it requires a wheelchair to do it. , but definitely not impossible.

Fresh sandwiches, fried poached eggs sprinkled with black pepper, and warm milk. This is not a rich breakfast in the daily life of the two, but it is definitely the most memorable one.

"husband."

"Ok?"

"In your heart, is it because I'm paralyzed that I can't do anything?" Bai Yuan sat opposite him and didn't eat anything.

The sandwich in his mouth choked there, unable to swallow it.Lin Feng was in a hurry to speak, and forgot to drink milk, choking himself so much that he rolled his eyes.

Bai Yuan doesn't even have the desire to ask the teacher for a crime!Drive the wheelchair to his side to help him breathe, and wait for his husband to swallow the food before complaining: "What are you in a hurry? I won't fight with you!"

Taking a long breath, Lin Feng felt that he was about to choke to death, but he didn't have time to think about it now, he turned his head and pulled his wife's hand on his chest, and said with a serious face: "I don't think you can't do anything, yes, yes... ..."

What is it, Bai Yuan waited excitedly for him to continue talking.

Lin Feng cleared his throat and felt very embarrassed: "I'm stupid. I think the kitchen is the most dangerous place. I forgot that my wife is a super chef."

What Lin Feng said was the truth, which made Bai Yuan amused, but he still pretended to be serious and straightened, and manipulated the wheelchair to move back a little distance: "Don't put on a high hat for me!"

"I was wrong," Lin Feng pulled the wheelchair and brought the person closer. The two of them put their heads together, and the eyes reflected each other's pupils, which were clear and bright. "Don't be angry, okay?"

Leaning his upper body forward until the maximum angle allowed by the restraint belt, Bai Yuan held Lin Feng's face in one hand and kissed it: "Fool, who would be willing to be angry with you?"

"Obviously we had a cold war before..." Lin Feng pouted childishly.

Bai Yuanxin said that if I hadn't pretended to be sick, we would still be in a cold war, with a smile on his face: "Then whoever replied to my text message would just say 'huh'?"

"That was my time, I didn't dare to tell you more..." Lin Feng responded to his kiss, "Baby, I was wrong, I will never yell at you again."

"I believe you." Bai Yuan smiled, leaning on the armrests, slowly straightened up and fell back to the back of the wheelchair, "Let's eat."

You say you believe it, but you don't believe it in your heart.

After all, Lin Feng usually made similar remarks once a month, and none of them lasted until the second month.

It was still early after breakfast, and when Bai Yuan put the milk back into the refrigerator, he found that there were no ingredients left. He also thought that it would be the Chinese New Year tomorrow, and there was nothing to prepare at home, so he poked his head out to his husband who was washing the dishes, and said, "Honey, Shall we go to the supermarket?"

"Do you want to buy something?" Lin Feng shook the water off his hand, feeling a little strange.

"Great artists don't eat the flames of the world, but we and other mortals have to eat!" Bai Yuan shook his head with a smile, and then became serious again, "Besides, it will be Chinese New Year tomorrow, and we always have to hang a lantern at home to buy couplets or something."

"Oh, good." Lin Feng was in a daze, about to change clothes and go out.

He is not very concerned about these things on weekdays. One is that he has not had this habit since he was a child, and his aunt and uncle are responsible for cleaning at home. Although there are not many exams for his major, but there are many homework and time-consuming and labor-intensive, he can't concentrate on thinking about trivial things in life.

"Husband," Bai Yuan followed him and stopped him, "I'll go with you."

"But it's very cold outside..." Lin Feng hesitated, "I'm afraid your legs are cramping..."

"But it's boring at home." Bai Yuan's slender fingers climbed onto her husband's clothes, as cute as a little animal, "I'll dress warmly for you to review, okay?"

Faced with such a face full of expectations, how could Lin Feng refuse?

"Okay then," he said in a compromise, taking out the dishonest hand that only stuck into his clothes and putting it back on his lap. "But don't show off, tell me when you're tired."

"Yes, sir." Bai Yuan smiled, showing his white teeth.

He promised well, but when he came out, it was not the case.

Out of the gate of the community, walk eastward for about 5 minutes and you will find a shopping street. There is a large Tesco supermarket. The two of them used to buy things here. They usually walk there after dinner.

So Bai Yuan felt that he should walk this time, but Lin Feng insisted on driving, which made him very unhappy. He poked the man's waist: "Do you understand that you want to travel green?"

"Do you understand that you need to maintain your physical strength?" Lin Feng was unmoved.

"The weather is so good, there's been very little smog recently, and the blue sky won't be visible after the New Year's fireworks tomorrow. You have to cherish it, understand?"

"The weather is good because the air pressure is low, and the air pressure is low because it's windy outside. Even if you're covered with a blanket, you can easily catch cold. You have to take care of yourself, understand?"

……

What you say and what I say, you are all at a young age, and no one will give in to anyone. If it were not the case, there would not be so many quarrels before.

After a ten-minute spat, the security guy at the door of the apartment looked at the two of them strangely. In the end, Bai Yuan looked disappointed. Just as he was about to say that he should not go out, he turned around and wanted to go home, when he heard a voice behind him saying: :

"Otherwise, let's guess the punch?"

Turning around in the wheelchair, he saw her husband standing there with his arms folded behind his back: "But, I won't let you!"

"Cut! You don't need to let me!" Bai Yuan stretched out his hand.

Scissors against cloth, the two of them have guessed fists many times, and this is the first time Bai Yuan has won. He was so excited that he twisted and twisted in the wheelchair, and his husband hurriedly supported him and patted his knees to make sure his legs were still stable. Put it on the pedals, and carefully checked the blanket covering your legs: "Looking at your talent, you have won! What are you proud of?"

His wife was still smirking, immersed in the joy of winning him, Lin Feng rubbed his head, and pushed his wheelchair: "Silly Xiaoyuan, let's go!"

How did Bai Yuan know that the reason why he lost so many times was because he used scissors every time, and Lin Feng kept this in mind.

And he won today because Lin Feng didn't forget this.