Fake marriages don't need to be so spoiled

After the heavy rain, the mountains and forests are full of fresh grass and trees, and the water droplets on the leaves will rustle and fall when pedestrians pass by, like a light rain that has not faded away.

Cheng Mu held a black umbrella for him and walked beside Song Jiqing. On the way to worship Qiu Xi, Song Jiqing became very silent.

Qiuxi was buried in the back mountain, in a lonely land.

At that time, the family didn't have much money, and Song Kun could only afford a simple funeral, but she couldn't be buried in a grand manner.

The closer to the destination, the more vivid the memory of Qiuxi. Song Jiqing clenched his palms and said softly to Cheng Mu: "My mother is very beautiful."

Cheng Mu slightly tilted the handle of the umbrella towards him, and said softly, "Then you must be more like mother."

Song Jiqing nodded and smiled at Cheng Mu, "Yes, everyone says I look like my mother."

The general appearance of the tomb can already be seen, with a few white flowers floating in the wind, Song Jiqing unconsciously quickened his pace, stood still in front of the tomb, bent down and bowed deeply, with tears in his eyes, "Mom... "

When he came here, he mostly complained, and he always wanted to find some comfort and support from his mother.

But today he wants to say something happy, put aside his troubles and unhappiness, and let his mother know that he is doing well now.

"Mom, I'm married," Song Jiqing looked at Cheng Mu, "He treats me very well, you don't have to worry about me in the future, I will take care of myself."

"I've grown up." Song Jiqing compared his forehead, "I must be taller than you now, don't believe it."

Song Jiqing smiled and burst into tears, and finally he was so choked up that he couldn't say a word, Cheng Mu hugged his shoulder, and said to the tombstone: "Mom, I will take good care of Ji Qing, please rest assured. "

It was already dark when they went out, and after Song Jiqing calmed down, Cheng Mu left the umbrella to Song Jiqing and asked him to stay alone in front of the grave, while he went to wait for him under a big tree not far away.

The wind picked up again, rattling the branches.

He couldn't smell the smell after the rain, but he could feel the moist coolness brushing the tip of his nose, which was a very comfortable temperature.

The drizzle fell slowly, as if lengthening the line of time, making everything go quietly and slowly.

He was always very patient when waiting for others, especially Song Jiqing.

When Song Jiqing walked over, the tip of his nose was still red, but when he looked at Cheng Mu, there was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, "Cheng Mu!"

He called out to him.

Cheng Mu looked over and replied, "Yes."

Song Jiqing walked up to him, and Cheng Mu took the umbrella from his hand and held it in his own. Song Jiqing took the initiative to hold his other hand, keeping his body very close to Cheng Mu, and said, "Let's go back. .”

Cheng Mu said, "Okay."

Back in the room, as soon as the dim light bulb was turned on, the room was lit up instantly.

Cheng Mu went downstairs to get hot water, soaked the towel once, then wrung out the water to wipe Song Jiqing's face.

Song Jiqing raised his chin slightly, and rubbed his face against the towel.

Cheng Mu rubbed it through the towel, and said, "Later, put on some cream, don't freeze your face."

Song Jiqing was stuffed in the towel, exhaling hot air from his nose, and said, "I didn't bring cream, grandma gave me a bottle of Yumeijing."

"Then you paint this." Cheng Mu asked, "Where did you put it?"

Song Jiqing got out from under the towel to breathe, and said, "I put the little pocket in the bag."

Cheng Mu put down the towel, went to get the bottle, unscrewed the cap, and wiped some on Song Jiqing's face.

Song Jiqing's face was slightly red from being rubbed with a towel, his lips curled up a little, and Yu Meijing's fragrance lightly spread out.

Cheng Mu stared at the lip bead for a long time, then his hands paused, Song Jiqing closed his eyes and moved his mouth, asking, "Have you painted it?"

"Well," Cheng Mu responded, but did not look away, "Okay."

Song Jiqing opened his eyes, blinked, and was about to ask "Why are you staring at me", when Cheng Mu's kiss fell down, like a rainstorm of flower petals.

Song Jiqing was forced to swallow his voice before he could leave it, and Cheng Mu rang in his ear with a panting voice, "Song Jiqing, why are you so seductive?"

Song Jiqing was very wronged, he obviously did nothing.

He felt that Cheng Mu's body was very hot, every skin he touched would be on fire, he didn't know if this was his delusional illusion, but he still felt that his body was about to burn.

"You're too hot." Song Jiqing hugged his back and said softly.

Cheng Mu arched his back, the collarbone was a little red, "But your hands are very cold."

"No ice." Song Jiqing touched his face with his hand, and said seriously.

Cheng Mu blinked slowly, turned over and lay flat on the bed.

Song Jiqing lay down on his stomach, slammed his chin on his chest, rubbed his forehead with the back of his hand, and asked, "Cheng Mu, do you have a fever?"

"Dizzy or not?" Song Jiqing asked coaxingly.

"Dizzy." Cheng Mu touched his forehead with his knuckles, frowning slightly.

"I brought medicine." Song Jiqing got up, "I'll make it for you."

Cheng Mu tilted his head, looked at Song Jiqing, and said, "Put on pants."

Song Jiqing looked down and his ears turned red immediately, "Oh good."

Cheng Mu smiled at him with his eyes closed, Song Jiqing poked the corner of his mouth forcefully, "Lie down obediently, and I'll get you medicine."

Cheng Mu let out a "hmm".

Song Jiqing hurried downstairs.Even the iron-clad muscles couldn't help tossing like this, he should have found out that something was wrong with Cheng Mu long ago.

He only brought a few packs of Banlangen Granules, and he wondered if drinking this would make him heal faster.

Cheng Mu sat up by himself and leaned against the head of the bed. Song Jiqing handed the cup to his mouth, and said in a fierce tone, "I brewed two bags for you, drink them all."

"Okay, it's all up to you." Cheng Mu lowered his head, held the rim of the cup, swallowed the medicine without much pause, and the cup soon bottomed out.

Song Jiqing stood where he was, and before he could react, he held the empty cup in a daze for a moment, and asked, "Okay?"

Cheng Mu couldn't help laughing, and said, "Well, it's done."

"Isatidis has a sweet taste and is not so bitter."

Song Jiqing gave a dumbfounded "Oh", then came back to his senses and said, "After you finish drinking the medicine, you should have a good sleep. I'll go downstairs to wash the cups, and I'll be up later."

Cheng Mu asked: "How long will the wait be?"

Song Jiqing calculated and roughly estimated the number, "10 minutes."

Cheng Mu shook his head against the pillow, and lightly refused, "No, it's been too long, I can't leave you for so long."

Song Jiqing smiled and said, "Why are you acting like a baby with me?"

Cheng Mu said, "Yes, all right, you are only allowed to act like a baby, not me."

Song Jiqing arrived helplessly, and said, "All right, all right, you are allowed to act like a baby, five minutes, I will come up in five minutes."

"Barely agree." Cheng Mu lightly rolled his eyelids.

When he woke up the next day, Cheng Mu spoke with a nasal sound. He had lost his sense of smell, but now it was even more difficult, and he felt that his breathing was being choked.

Originally, he planned to go back today, but seeing Cheng Mu's condition, not only was he not acclimatized, but he also had a cold and a fever, so he couldn't travel in such a hurry.

Less than 50 meters away, Song Jiqing saw a familiar Wuling Hongguang. The master was washing the mud from the car body with a water hose. Song Jiqing's eyes lit up, and he took the initiative to come forward and asked, "Uncle, where do you wash the car?"

"That's right," the master raised his eyelids, a little surprised, "Young man, you look familiar, are you a local?"

Song Jiqing nodded and said, "Yes, but I haven't been back for a long time. My mother is Qiuxi."

The master suddenly realized: "Oh, Song Kun's family is a poor child..."

Song Jiqing lowered his head and pursed his lips lightly, "Uncle, my family members are sick, can I trouble you to send us to the town? I will pay, even several times."

The master gave a "hey" and said, "You baby, you are too stubborn, what can I do for a little favor, I will wash the car soon, just wait a moment."

Song Jiqing ran upstairs, added a coat to Cheng Muduo, and covered his face with a medical mask, giving him all-round protection thoughtfully.

The master was a little shocked when he saw it, but he remained calm, "Your family members seem to be a little seriously ill."

Cheng Mu coughed twice, his ears turned red, "common cold."

His voice was a bit muffled, so the master couldn't tell immediately that the man standing in front of him was the man he dropped by yesterday.

After getting in the car, the master chatted with Song Jiqing, and asked in a strange tone, "Is this your brother?"

He clearly remembered that Song Kun had no other children, could it be...

A not-so-serious answer came to his mind.

Song Jiqing waved his hands anxiously, and said, "No, we're married."

"Oh, your husband."

Song Jiqing "ah" for a moment, "Yes."

Cheng Mu hooked the corner of his mouth, wanting to continue listening.

However, the master has already started to talk about other things, "Fortunately, you didn't encounter heavy rain when you went out today, otherwise, even if I was driving, it would be difficult for me to drive, and the road is really difficult when it rains.

"When I came back yesterday, I ran into a foreigner. He wanted to drive towards Xishan Village without saying a word. Fortunately, I stopped him, otherwise he would not be able to retreat when the time came."

Song Jiqing frowned and listened seriously.

"After finally taking him to Xishan Village, he got out of the car in a hurry and said he wanted to find someone. I had no choice but to let him go by himself."

Cheng Mu's ears were so red that he tilted his head to look out the car window.

The master continued: "You know, it rained so heavily, I didn't even have time to call him, and he disappeared without paying attention. Why is a young man who looks stable and stable, why is he in such a hurry? I don't know what he is doing now how's it going."

Song Jiqing thought silently, he is sitting in your car right now and is about to see a doctor...

He glanced at the back of Cheng Mu who refused to turn his head, and thought it was a little funny. While the master was watching the road, Song Jiqing stretched out his hand and pinched Cheng Mu's earlobe, and said in a low voice, "Thank you for your hard work, so I am so tired."

Cheng Mu didn't look at him, his eyelids burned badly, and said calmly, "It's okay."

Song Jiqing smiled and grabbed his hand, "I'm so happy to have you."

Cheng Mu fell silent, and said "um".

When they arrived in the town, Song Jiqing stuffed 300 yuan into the master, but the master pushed him for a long time and said no. Unexpectedly, Song Jiqing, with his small body, finally put the money into his pocket and successfully left with Cheng Mu.

"I'm wearing too many clothes and I can't walk." Cheng Mu said helplessly after Song Jiqing dragged his sleeves and rushed forward, following him half a step.

Song Jiqing slowed down, glanced back, and said, "Uncle, didn't he catch up?"

"No."

"Help me," Cheng Mu said, "I'm dizzy."

Song Jiqing said "oh", waited for Cheng Mu without complaint, and deliberately lowered his short shoulders so that Cheng Mu could lean on him. Cheng Mu put one arm around his back, lifted him up, and said: "It's more comfortable for me to hold you like this."

Song Jiqing stiffened his back, blushed and said, "Then let's hug."

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Xiao Song: Compared with Cheng Mu, I'm still a little bit behind acting like a baby.