salt by salt

The weather in Jincheng is fine, the sky is broad and the clouds are light, because it is early in the morning, there is still a breeze.

Today my mind is clear and I have never felt better.From the window of the study, I can see the flower garden in the yard full of flowers, and I feel a little bit in the mood to go out.

Xiao Liu was watering the flowers, when he saw me going downstairs, he quickly put down the things in his hand: "Mr. Xu?"

"It's okay, I'm walking around, I want to be alone for a while." I smiled at him, "You are busy with your work."

"I don't have anything to do. It's quite a busy place here. Let me accompany you. If you feel unwell, there is someone to take care of you." His expression was sincere, as if he couldn't understand the meaning of my cryptic words, "Mr. Song Chen I'm coming back soon, why don't you tell him before leaving?"

"Need not."

I sighed and turned back to the house.

Song Cheng had the habit of waking up early and exercising when he lived together in a rental house, and his self-control was extremely strong, which made me feel ashamed.He came back yesterday and said that after finishing the work at hand, he would spend a lot of time with me in the future.

Our relationship is awkward. Although we sleep together in the master bedroom, we still keep a distance from each other. Fortunately, the bed is big enough.In the middle of the night, I wanted to get up and sneak back to the guest room, but he was very alert, and I was caught by his arms, and we looked at each other.

Song Cheng turned on the wall lamp in the bedroom, with a concerned expression: "What's wrong?"

I didn't bring sleeping pills and I didn't mention it to him.

Everyone treated me with the pervasive attitude of caring for patients.Yesterday when I got out of the bathroom, I accidentally tripped and fell to the ground. The nanny immediately knocked on my door outside, asking if I needed help, as if I would break in without saying a word.

I was very helpless about this, and I didn't want to make trouble again, so I said casually: "The bed is too big, I'm not used to it."

He smiled slightly: "Can't sleep?"

"A bit."

In two days, it was time to go to Song Cheng's house.I have habitual insomnia, and the closer this day gets, the more I can't sleep. It's not because I'm nervous, but because I'm hesitant to find a reason to refuse.

It's ridiculous to say that the reason why I don't want to go is that Song Cheng is too considerate.

"causal talk?"

He brought a pillow and put it behind me, so that I could lie back comfortably, and he leaned against me side by side.

I could see his pretty side face when I raised my head slightly, Song Cheng sighed: "We used to talk like this all the time."

His forehead hair was a little messed up by the pillow, and the innocence that belonged to a big boy made me relax a lot: "You bought a good-sized bed, and it was stuffed so that there was no place to stand in the whole bedroom, and I don't know how to get in the door. "

"I put it together with parts myself, and it took me an afternoon." He said with a smile in his voice, "I shopped around before I bought it, but I didn't expect that there were a few pages missing in the manual when I bought it, and there was an extra piece at the end of the puzzle." , startled me."

I burst out laughing, my eyes sore: "You live in such a poor life, how can you bear it?"

"After a few years, I got used to it very well." Song Cheng said, "Didn't you also suffer with me for a long time?"

He was close to me, and I whispered, "It's different, I only come to see you one day a week."

"Compared with ordinary life, it's more difficult to accept. Help me wash the dishes, take pictures with me, and travel back and forth for me... Junyan, you liked me very much at that time."

A tear was caught off guard and slipped down, hitting his warm arm.

Song Cheng reached out to wipe away my tears, and gently kissed his forehead, this time I didn't avoid it, looked at him and said: "I'm not good to you, I don't deserve to say love."

If you treat a person sincerely, how can you let him go to the hospital alone after being beaten, turn around and chase others away.

"Don't blame yourself, it's over." He said, "I have bad things too."

Song Cheng said softly: "When I first met you, I was in a bad state and I didn't have any aggressiveness. After struggling for so long, I didn't make any achievements. Even Lao Luo persuaded me to become a professional model. I thought maybe I really It is not suitable for acting, and the pursuit of so many years is particularly ridiculous."

"The second time we met...you looked at me with admiring eyes, told me 'you are an actor', believed that I would be popular in the future, and asked me to sign for you. I am very happy."

He repeated in a warm voice: "Junyan, I'm very happy."

I was stunned for a moment. In the waiting room of Asia Entertainment, I followed his words and praised him to my heart's content in order to get the contact information of Songcheng smoothly.

"I like acting, but I know in my heart that my parents can't let me be an actor for the rest of my life. Everyone said that my thinking was naive, and even my friends who supported me at the beginning said that I made a wrong choice and wasted a few years in vain. Only you support me, play with me, and pave the way for me to play the leading role in the MV."

"I didn't do anything." I said seriously, "You are very good, without me, you will still make achievements."

"Without you, I might have surrendered earlier."

I firmly said: "Impossible, you will definitely be popular."

With Song Cheng's tenacious mind, he can advance with determination and retreat with foresight. It is only a matter of time before his dream is realized.

Song Cheng stared at me deeply, his eyebrows and eyes were deep and handsome under the light of the warm wall lamp.His soft fingertips touched my cheek, and he seemed to be in a trance for a moment: "Junyan, you are really..."

"Ok?"

He recovered and rubbed my hair: "If you don't want to live on the planned trajectory, you have to hold the things you like first. I tried my best and I have no regrets."

Seeing that I was silent, Song Cheng smiled and said, "Do you think it's funny that I'm stubborn?"

"No, you are very good." I murmured in a low voice, "But I can't figure it out...you are so good, why did you choose me?"

He has explained this question several times, because he likes it, and because he is comfortable with him, he wants to keep me by his side.He lowered his head, frowned slightly, and his long eyelashes flickered: "Junyan, you have asked many times, what are you worried about?"

I shook my head and said with difficulty: "I don't know."

I don't know what's wrong with me.

Gradually unable to control the mood of malicious speculation, suspicious to the point of almost nervous.Trying my best to fill the deep desire for warmth in my heart, I always feel that this will help, but I forget what a healthy relationship looks like.

Discuss deeds regardless of the mind, and talk about the mind, there are few perfect people in the world.

Everything Song Cheng does proves that he has me in his heart, but I still refuse to believe it. Does it mean that he has to be bloodied and hurt to be considered a proof of love?

I suddenly found that doing this was no different from the way Yang Chen hurt me.

"I... have been tossed around a bit." I forced a smile and pointed to my head, "I'm confused. It's okay, you pretend I didn't ask... Go to sleep, it's getting late."

Song Cheng thoughtfully helped me put the pillow away, reached out to turn off the wall lamp, and the room was completely dark.

He fell asleep next to me, with his lips pressed against my neck, the heat of his breath fell on his skin, and his voice was deep: "I have never brought anyone to see my parents, except you."

The hand around the waist is strong and reliable, it's obviously just an ordinary snuggle, but the heartbeat is extraordinarily violent.I heard Song Cheng say:

"I won't let you be wronged. Toshihiko, I promise."

Pulling out my thoughts from the memories of last night, the ink that I just wrote has dried, and the sun falls on the written paper.

Since I was a child, I have encountered Zhao Mengfu's regular script posts. I remember my teacher pointing to his handwriting and telling me that the appearance is soft and smooth, but the inner muscles and bones are not only writing, but also being a person.

No matter how hard I practiced, the words I wrote were still severely criticized by him: only the shape, not the meaning.

"There is a beautiful woman, I will never forget it when I see it. I don't see her for a day, but I think about it like crazy. The phoenix flies and soars, seeking the phoenix from all over the world. The helpless beauty is not on the east wall. I will use the piano to express my heartfelt words. When will I see Xu?" Xi, comfort me in my hesitation."

"……Wish to match virtue, hand in hand."

The seal Song Cheng gave me is engraved with the content of "Phoenix Seeking the Phoenix". I guess he likes this poem and wrote it in his free time.The only thing I don't like in the whole article is the decisiveness of "destroying me", so the last sentence is omitted for selfishness.

When the love is deep, I expect the other party to accept this feeling with all my heart and eyes. I have also done this before, so I did many stupid things.

Thinking about it now, it seems like a lifetime away.

Andre was indifferent, Yang Chen took too much away, and Song Cheng was too generous.

Using appearance as the criterion, he tried his best to entangle with them, and finally brought it upon himself.Even though I didn't say it, I never thought about it in my heart, if I fell in love with someone else at the beginning, would it be a different result?

will not.

Wu Mian is right, love is not the hand that pulls me out of the quagmire, let alone put all hopes on feelings.If there is no inner tenacity, no matter how good the pen and ink is borrowed, it will not be able to write Zhao Shu's strength of character.

I think the biggest problem is myself.

After staring at the handwriting for a long time, I wanted to throw away the ball of paper.But it’s rare to be in a good state today, and the words I wrote are very satisfactory. After thinking about it, I added a sentence at the bottom according to the previous Songcheng format:

"Jun Yan bestows on his bosom"

Feeling a little embarrassed after writing, I put away the words and stretched my wrists.Looking up at the lush green courtyard, I found a jeep driving over and parked firmly outside the courtyard gate.

Song Cheng has not returned from running outside, who is here?

Xiao Liu walked over, and a tall and straight young man got out of the car and waved to him.They seemed to know each other, and the two stood in the yard talking.

Is it Song Cheng's friend?

I was thinking about whether to go downstairs when I vaguely heard the man's hearty laughter.

I made friends with many people, but there were only a few people related to Songcheng.The moment I heard that familiar voice, his name instantly appeared in my mind——

Cheng Heyun.