Death Spell

Chapter 85

Tang Song stared at Anya in front of him, stunned for a few seconds, then got up calmly, and followed Anya's intention, and said softly, "I think I'm fine, so I'll be discharged from the hospital first."

Wu Wenhao was in pain, the rose fell to the ground, and the red petals scattered all over the ground. When the autumn wind blew, it set off the street scene and added a bit of depression.

Wu Wenhao held his wrist, stared at Anya, then Tang Song, and asked, "Who is she?"

"This is my friend. I'm a little tired. I'm going back first." Tang Song didn't want to pay attention to the man, and took out the key card as he spoke, and the protective door of the corridor opened.

Wu Wenhao watched Tang Song go in like this, and wanted to follow in, but An Ya's eyes fixed him in place.

Seeing this, the driver immediately got out of the car, came to Wu Wenhao, and called, "Master, are you alright?"

Wu Wenhao shook his head with an uneasy expression. For some reason, An Ya just glanced at him, and his heart still felt flustered. He swallowed his saliva, made a gesture, and was helped by the driver back into the car and left.

The two took the elevator to the third floor. Anya followed Tang Song to the door of the house. Tang Song picked up the key, pursed his lips and turned around, looking at this elusive woman with something in her hand. Ask: "Thank you just now, he left, how about you?"

Anya nodded without denying: "Well, he's gone, won't you invite me in?"

Tang and Song lowered their eyebrows. Who can compare with her when it comes to being thick-skinned?Without words, he turned around and opened the door, took out the slippers and handed them to Anya.

The afternoon sun reflected in the room, bright and warm, taking a deep breath is the most familiar smell, no matter how tired, busy, or how many things you have, as soon as you get home, your whole body and heart will become more at ease.

"Sit casually first, the water is over there, I'll put away the things first." Tang Song said, then opened the door and returned to the room.

Anya looked around, poured a glass of water, and sat quietly on the sofa.

Tang Song, who returned to the room, did not pack his things all the time, but was stabilizing his inner emotions. He had wandered back and forth in the bedroom for several times. hair?

But no matter what it was, just taking a look at it, the complicated heartbeat was almost unbearable for her.

I often think about it when I can't see it, but now that I see it... Tang and Song feel bad all over.

Not to mention, this woman was already so attractive when she had short hair, but now she has long hair... even more...

These thoughts suddenly stopped in Tang and Song's thoughts, and then she shook her head vigorously, breathed to relieve her emotions, looked at the bag on the stool, and then began to tidy up, put some laundry to be washed aside, and took it from the closet. He took out a set of home clothes and changed into it, looked at himself in the mirror and raised his hand to trim his hair, tied it up, and then opened the door to go out.

Looking around, Anya was not in the living room.

Tang Song's mouth curled up slightly until there was a small sound coming from the kitchen. He sorted the dirty clothes and put them in the washing machine for washing before going to the kitchen.

I saw Anya's light green shirt cuffs rolled up a few times very properly, revealing a section of fair and beautiful arms, her long hair slipped aside with her movements, she naturally raised her hand, and pinned her long hair behind her ears, It is quite elegant and dignified.

The waistline shirt that Anya is wearing today looks exquisite and slender. Coupled with her cooking posture, even the most common thing like cooking, in the eyes of Tang and Song, turns out to be extraordinarily pleasing to the eye.

"What are you doing?" Tang Songyi said calmly at the door, "I didn't say, I'm hungry."

Anya was standing in front of the counter and was cutting tomatoes. Beside her were beaten eggs. Under her fingers were rosy and clear tomato pieces.

"Home-cooked food." Anya put the chopped tomatoes aside, raised her eyebrows and glanced at Tang Song, and said with a smile, "Aren't you hungry? I'm counting the time, you must not have lunch, it's already 02:30 How can you not be hungry?"

As soon as the words fell, the voice of "Gululu..." came from Tang Song's stomach.

Tang Song: "..."

"Look, your stomach is the most honest." With a smile on her lips, Anya lowered her head and said, "Besides, you have just been discharged from the hospital, and you have a lot of troubles, and the things you make may not be to your liking. Why don't you do it with someone else? Eat a few more bites."

Just looking at her like this, Tang Song felt warm in his heart. Looking at Anya's long hair, he raised his eyebrows: "You are different from other people. People have long hair that can be cut short in an instant. It's good for you. Short hair can grow long in an instant. , if it were an ordinary person staying for such a long time, it would take two or three years."

Anya stopped her movements, looked down at the hanging hair, and looked up at Tang Song with a faint smile: "Do you think I have long hair or short hair?"

Tang Song was taken aback, put his hands on his chest, and looked at it carefully: "Long hair, long hair looks more like women."

Anya wondered if this was wrong: "Aren't I a woman with short hair?"

"Short hair is naturally more heroic. In this way...although I'm not used to it, the hair extensions and extensions are very natural. I will keep long hair in the future." Tang Song said with affirmation in his tone.

There was a slight smile on the corner of Anya's mouth: "The meal will take a while, so go and have a rest first, and I'll call you when I'm done."

"I'm not tired. I'm not at home these days. Tang Qing is busy with interviews and won't clean up the house. If I don't clean it up, I won't be able to rest. Instead, it's hard work for you to cook for me." Tang Song said and rolled up his sleeves, Ready to pack.

Anya looked at her, just smiled and said nothing.

The pleasant time in the afternoon passed quickly. Tang and Song cleaned up the room, and An Ya cooked the food. It seemed that such an ordinary day was not unfamiliar at all, and it was so natural.

Anya put the food on the table, looked at Tang Song who had just wiped the floor and said with a smile: "Wash your hands and eat first."

Cleaning up housework is also a kind of exercise. After some tidying up, the inside and outside of the room look brand new, and a thin layer of sweat oozes from the forehead of Tang and Song Dynasties.The chaotic mood was also calmed down by the labor, so he put down the things in his hands, washed his hands and came to the table.

Tomato scrambled eggs, pickled cabbage tofu, silky chicken soup, and a side of mixed vegetables.

Tang Song looked at the silky chicken soup, a little dazed, and the old tofu... How could Tang Qing buy such ingredients to go home?

Anya looked at Tang Song with a curious face, filled a bowl of chicken soup and handed it to her: "The soup was stewed in Yayuan this morning on a low fire. It is the best for nourishing the body. I brought the tofu myself. Thinking of you these days You've been hospitalized all day, so there shouldn't be anything to eat at home. What's more, I should buy food for you that day, and now I have done it."

Tang Song stared at the soup in front of him, feeling an indescribable feeling in his heart.

For a long time……

Since my parents left, I have to learn to face all the things at home, those things that I don’t know, and those that I never thought about going through, and then find a way to solve them.Even if there was Wu Wenhao at the time, Tang and Song never thought of asking him to share the burden.

It seems that it has not been a few years, but in fact, for Tang and Song Dynasties, they dare not recall it.

It's like a book you don't want to read, but it is forced to instill in your mind, you have to read it, you have to learn it.

Can't resist, but it's hard to bear.

And in the past two years, I have long been used to simple food, and I am busy with work every day, so why would I spend hours cooking soup?

Just thinking about making Tang Qing live comfortably and well is enough.

But since she met Anya, this inexplicable sense of dependence made her feel strange, familiar, and afraid.

"What's wrong?" Seeing that Tang Song was in a daze, Anya tilted her head and whispered, "Don't you like this soup?"

"How could it be?" Tang Song picked up the soup spoon and took a sip of the thick and fragrant chicken soup, as if the whole taste buds were occupied by this aroma, he blinked and looked at Anya: "It's delicious, what did you put in this chicken soup?" , so tasty."

Anya smiled at the corner of her mouth, and her voice was low and soft: "If it tastes good, drink more. As for what to put in, it's a unique secret recipe, so don't tell me." She lowered her head and chewed the rice.

Tang Song raised his good-looking eyebrows and glanced at this woman who always likes to play tricks, but the soup was really delicious, and she was really hungry, so she only gave a soft "hmm".

After that, the two finished their meal without a word.

After dinner, Anya went to wash the dishes, while Tang and Song went to get the laundry from the washing machine. When did such a tacit understanding develop?

Tang Song raised his hand to turn the clothes hanger on the balcony, only to find that there was something wrong with the clothes hanger, as if it was stuck somewhere.

But clothes should be hung up as early as possible, especially shirts, which tend to wrinkle too late.So I moved a chair over, stepped on it, picked up a shirt, shook it vigorously, hung it on the hanger, and picked up another... When I hung up the last piece of clothes, I noticed that there was a shirt standing next to me. people.

The setting sun was about to set, and the sky turned warm red, reflecting on Anya's face, it was particularly dazzling.

Tang Song looked at her and said with a smile, "Did you finish washing the dishes?"

Anya nodded, raised her chin again, and motioned: "I did wash it carefully, if you don't believe me, you can check it?"

The corners of Tang Song's mouth curled up, as expected women are very sensitive, and said with a smile, "I didn't say you didn't wash well."

Seeing Anya reaching out her hand, Tang Song paused for a moment.

"Get down carefully, don't fall." Anya stretched out her hand and smiled.

"How could I be so careless, just now I hang the clothes several times and it's fine..." Tang Song curled his lips as he said that, instead of holding her hand, he wanted to get down by himself.

But sometimes accidents happen quietly like this, the chair under his feet slipped, Tang Song leaned forward in weightlessness, and fell directly into Anya's arms.

Tang Song: "..."

Anya raised her hand and hugged Tang Song just in time: "Look, I almost fell."

Tang Song was so frightened that his heart was beating wildly, but smelling the fragrance of the woman's hair, his cheeks blushed subtly, and he complained, "It's because you are here that I am like this."

Anya was a little helpless, but her tone was soft: "Is it my fault for not being careful?"

Tang Song felt that the atmosphere was not right. He wanted to straighten up but found that his body was firmly fixed by Anya, just like two people hugging each other tightly. Tang Song could even clearly feel every heartbeat of Anya, and his thoughts became more intense. Messed up.

I even look forward to what Anya will say next...

Seeing that Tang Song didn't reject her, Anya made the hug more comfortable and natural. She lightly rested her chin on Tang Song's shoulder and murmured: "I know you're annoyed that I haven't returned for months. But at that time, I I have to go... I promise you, I will never disappear again, you believe me, okay?"

These words were gentle and pleasant, and with a bit of shame, they lingered in Tang Song's ears, but Tang Song's heart softened with Anya's words, but he raised his eyebrows and said: "No! You are so I can't control big people, not to mention...you said it yourself, it's better not to believe you."

With a smile on her face, Anya took Tang Song's hand and said, "That's fine, I will take you wherever I go from now on..."

Tang Song's hair hangs down to cover her eyebrows, and the warm light of the setting sun hits the outline of her face. She seems to have found the answer that she has been puzzled in her heart, and she smiles relieved.

"Thinking beautiful!"

"Of course, most of the beautiful things are thought of first." Anya said with a smile.

Suddenly Tang Song straightened up, frowned and said, "By the way, what's the relationship between Sang Xie and you?"

Anya suddenly heard the name 'Sang Xie' from Tang Song's mouth, she was a little confused, and said "Huh?" in confusion.

Tang Song's eyes shifted, and he pursed his lips: "You said you were busy? But... she said you... said you were sleeping, and you were still holding your mobile phone... you really didn't tell the truth. "

This matter has always been in Tang Song's heart, so it's good to ask now.

Anya thought about this, thinking about Sang Xie's character, she had sucked her own blood, who is Tang Song in the natural way, otherwise, why would she almost die because of saving Tang Song?

Listening to Tang Song's tone just now, Sang Xie must have done this on purpose.

The corners of Anya's mouth curled up slightly, she moved her face closer, and said softly: "Sang Xie is my friend, but he likes to joke more. At that time, I was not feeling well, and I was resting for a long time. Thanks to her help in taking care of me inside and outside Yayuan."

Hearing this, Tang Song looked worried. Could it be that the reason why he had to leave was because of the illness?

"Is your health better now? I have checked for diseases with symptoms like yours, but I couldn't find any similar symptoms. You didn't have a blood test last time when you went to the hospital. I wonder if there is something missing in the blood... Tang Song sighed softly with a worried expression on his face: "I study medicine because I don't want people around me to suffer, but seeing you like this, I really feel that I am so useless."

He couldn't even take care of her.

Anya looked at her like this, her brows and smile deepened, and she shook her head: "Look at you, I don't want you to worry if I don't say anything."

Hearing this, Tang Song immediately denied it: "What are you talking about, I will be more worried if you tell me this now!"

The woman in front of me disappeared without a word for three months, and now I know it was because of her health that she had to go to recuperate.Hearing this, how could Tang Song not be worried?Although I don't know who Sang Xie is, but I am a medical student, so I have experienced so much, don't I even have the right to take care of him?

The more Tang Song thought about it, the angrier he became.

When Anya heard this, she took a full look at Tang Song's expression, her eyes were slightly startled, then she raised her eyebrows and chuckled: "Worried more? What are you worried about? Sang Xie? Or...are you jealous?"

Tang Song's complexion changed suddenly, his cheeks were slightly hot, and he withdrew from Anya's embrace a little helplessly, turning his back to her.

Only then did I realize that the setting sun had already set, and the room became dark.

But this darkness could not be hidden for a long time, because the truth was exposed, and the heartbeat was chaotic.

She is jealous!

Anya looked at her and listened to Tang Song's heartbeat clearly. Every beat made her happy, even surprised.

Her back was in a trance like a dream, An Ya thought she would never have it again.

Is it really possible?

But Anya was afraid, she was really afraid, afraid of losing the woman in front of her again.

But in his heart, he couldn't suppress himself at all, not to hug her.

His footsteps were one step faster than his heart, and he hugged the woman's waist from behind, as if tightly grasping a lost dream, for fear that it would disappear as soon as he opened his eyes.

Because of Anya's movements, Tang Song's heart beat faster, and he just let her hug her from behind like this, without moving.

"Tang Song... just like this, we are always together, okay?"

Tang Song's body seemed to stiffen.

"One heart and one heart, never leave each other."

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Tang Song curled his pretty lips, raised his head slightly, and turned around slowly, looking straight at Anya.

Such a Tang and Song Dynasty made Anya feel a subtle tension and anxiety.

And her heartbeat, according to Anya, had returned to normal beating.

With his hands still on Tang Song's waist, he looked at her with an indescribable charm in his eyes.

In Anya's eyes, she could see through everything, but she still couldn't understand this woman.

Tang Song looked at Anya for a moment, then said softly, "Since we're talking about being united, let me ask you a question."

"what?"

"who are you?"