husband and wife marriage

I don't know how long it took, Chu Mu heard Song Yujing's voice again, and he came back to his senses after being in a trance all this time, and found that he was already in a room.

It is also a Chinese style room!

In the middle is a bed for two people carved with dragon and phoenix, with colored carvings on the side, a cedar cabinet, a table made of fir, covered with patterned blue and white cloth, and a carved white jade tea set sitting on it. There is a vase imitating the Song Dynasty by the window in the east corner There are lilies in the vase, and there is a patterned carpet woven with colored threads underneath, and the door of the bathroom is made into a carved screen.

The small suitcase that Chu Mu handed over to the staff just now has been placed in a proper position, and Chu Mu bent down and took a change of clothes from it and walked into the bathroom.

During this period, he was in a trance, only feeling very cold, so he took a hot shower.

After changing into simple clothes and coming out, Chu Mu saw that Song Yujing was sitting on a carved chair, holding a blue and white porcelain teacup, drinking tea elegantly, with a calm expression and blurred eyes.

At that moment, Chu Mu suddenly had an illusion!

It was as if he had traveled to the ancient times thousands of years ago, and he saw a handsome young master Zhuo Shijia sitting quietly drinking tea. That person seemed to have seen him too, put down the cup in his hand, and smiled at him.

But why is he wearing ancient clothes?

At that moment, Chu Mu had a splitting headache, as if his forehead was going to explode, he stretched out his hand, and kept beating his temple.

"Chu Mu, what's wrong with you?" Song Yujing stretched out his hand, grabbed his hands that kept beating him, and frowned at him.

Chu Mu calmed down and saw the face in front of him clearly. It was indeed Song Yujing. He was wearing a white casual T-shirt, not the ancient gown he had just seen...

It seems that he is too tired and has hallucinations. It must be because of the recent wild time travel dramas of major TV stations.

"Are you okay?" Song Yujing looked worried.

"Headache." Chu Mu stretched out his finger to his temple, his voice was soft and breathless.

His face was frighteningly pale, Song Yujing couldn't help frowning, he let go of him, moved his hands to his temples, and rubbed them carefully.

"Idiot, headaches need to be rubbed like this to be effective, what's the use of you patting like that!"

His voice didn't sound friendly, even a bit sarcastic, but for some reason, Chu Mu suddenly had a very warm feeling.

He... actually felt that Song Yujing was warm...

He must be confused and have auditory hallucinations, right?

Chu Mu couldn't help frowning, but he heard Song Yujing's voice coming from his ears.

"Chumu, are you feeling better?"

His voice sounded very warm, and while speaking, his fingertips gently rubbed Chu Mu's temples, his voice was so soft that it made Chu Mu feel a little unnatural, wondering if he heard it wrong.

"Better, thank you."

After all, Chu Mu avoided him, went to sit down on the carved wooden chair, picked up the glass next to him, got a glass of water, drank slowly, the whole person still looked in a trance.

Song Yujing didn't say anything, he walked towards him, sat down beside him, picked up the teacup, and took a sip.

All of a sudden, the room was quiet, only the graceful heat coming out of the blue and white porcelain teacup, dancing enchantingly in the air.

The silence spread like this, and after an unknown amount of time, Cumu heard Song Yujing say: "Chumu, tell me about you and Nangong Moyu, maybe it will make you feel better if you say it."

Chu Mu was stunned for a moment, he looked up at Song Yujing, his eyes were full of doubts, he didn't understand why this man who had always made him feel extremely hateful would say such things to him at this moment.

"It's been a long time, there's nothing to talk about." Chu Mu said lightly, and he continued to drink water with his head down.

"Since it's an old story, why don't you let it go? Why did you become like an idiot after seeing Nangong Moyu and Zhou Qiong together?"

Song Yujing's amber eyes looked at Chu Mu motionlessly, and asked him softly, the voice was very soft, the tone was very light, it was not a question, it seemed to be just asking these few questions, it seemed to be lightly written, and the voice could be heard It's even a little lazy to get up.

However, every word he said fell into Chumu's heart, holding his heart one after another, like jade stones, and like a whip, whipping him again and again, whipping the heart that had long been Bloody heart.

"Chu Mu, I think you need to talk, let's talk... Even if you cry a little, it will feel better..." Song Yujing said lightly.

Chu Mu was stunned, he looked at Song Yujing quietly, his dark eyes looked at him motionlessly, then slowly turned around and landed on Lily next to him.

The lily is white with a touch of yellow, and the texture is so clear. There are many crystal clear dewdrops on it, like crystals.

Do not!

That is not crystal, but tears!

It is the tears left by the heartbroken man on the horizon.

At that moment, Chu Mu's heart was sour, and he actually opened his mouth and talked about those pasts, those pasts that he has been unwilling to tell others...

But now, he told Song Yujing all this, and told the whole story...

He began to talk about the past between him and Nangong Moyu, from meeting to parting...

Song Yujing listened quietly, his eyes fixed on her body, so focused, in fact, he already knew about his past...

However, he still listened carefully!

He knew that he needed a listener.

"Everything about us was buried on that night ten years ago. I remember that it was Christmas, and the snow fell heavily. He made an appointment with me to go to the top of the mountain to see the snow. The snow that day was really beautiful, Pieces floated down from the sky, like goose feathers. You know, City H is located in the subtropical zone, and it is rare for such a heavy snow to fall... I was very excited, but I really didn't expect... I can't wait for him..."

Chu Mu was immersed in the memory, he seemed to have returned to that cold night again, he was wearing a thick down jacket, standing on the top of the mountain and waiting for him for three full hours, his hands were frozen...

But he still didn't come!

He picked up his cell phone and called him.

It turned out to be a woman who answered the phone, and Chu Mu really knew that woman very well!

Correct!

That's right!

It is Zhou Qiong.

She said to him: "Chumu, don't wait any longer, Nangong is with me, he will spend Christmas with me, and his parents are too! Our family will spend Christmas happily and happily of."

"Do not……"

"No? Chumu, Nangong and I are a couple! We are the best match regardless of family background and appearance! You, an orphan without father and mother, don't come between us..."

"Zhou Qiong, don't scare me with these words, I won't believe it." At that time, Chu Mu was still so proud and calm, he looked at the snowflakes flying all over the sky, and said quietly, "Zhou Qiong, don't provoke me!" Divorced, Nangong loves me. I know this better than anyone else, and I will never doubt..."

"Really?" Zhou Qiong smiled faintly on the other end of the phone, her smile was bright and moving. "Why do you think Nangong loves you so much? Just because of those one hundred fireflies?"

"How do you know?" Chu Mu frowned, a little strange - how could Zhou Qiong know about the matter between him and Nangong?

"How would I know?" Zhou Qiong repeated softly, "How would I know...Chu Mu, this question is very good..."

"Chumu, Nangong gave you a hundred fireflies, and you thought he loved you! Then he gave me a child, so what?"

"Child?" Chu Mu frowned even more when he heard this.

"That's right! Child... I have a child from Nangong..."

"Impossible!" Chu Mu interrupted Zhou Qiong, "We are all just junior high school students..."

"What's wrong with junior high school students?" Zhou Qiong's sarcastic whisper came over the phone, "The eldest grandson of Guanyin's maid was only 11 years old when she married Li Shimin... It was normal for the ancients to have children in their teens! Some time ago, it was not good Has a new article reported that an 11-year-old girl gave birth to a baby? I am 15 years old this year, why can’t I get pregnant? Kumu, thanks to your biology, you still get full marks every day! You don’t even have this knowledge..."