Lord Grimth Returns - It seems like an old friend is coming

Suman has already gone back to the bedroom, leaving me alone in the living room, squatting in front of the sofa and caressing the pillow that still has a trace of warmth.I pressed my cheeks together, imagining how Suman would endure the pain alone and sleep quietly before I went home. For a moment, even the sticky and slightly hot breathing seemed to be synchronized.The dull pain slowly filling her heart became clearer and clearer. At the beginning, she probably just wanted to watch TV for a while and wait for me to go home. She must have thought that I would never be away from home for too long, maybe Just went out to do some shopping and will be back soon.However, she waited from noon to night, from waking up to falling asleep, from maybe just a little discomfort to a real fever - I finally came back, but with a relaxed and superficial joy, I called Calling her name, but it seems to be just calling out the desire in my heart.Tears are hot, but the palms are cold all the way. I think back to Su Manlin's few words before I left. She said it calmly, but my soul was shaken by hearing it. Why are you crying?why should i cryObviously the one who should cry more is Suman, right?Because she can take care of herself, I can take it for granted that I don't have to worry?Because she is strong, can I do nothing and let her bear it all by herself?Obviously she hasn't said anything, but I have already threatened her with tears, ignoring her pain while crying, when did it start, when did it start?It's just me who keeps saying that I want to love her and cherish her all my life, when will I learn to be proud of my favor and use tears as a weapon?

When!

Memories came flooding back, I followed Suman's example and raised my face slightly to pinch the bridge of my nose, which effectively stopped my tears.When?No matter how dull I am, I can't escape the harshness of my heart at this moment.It seems vaguely that it was after we met and got together again.Facing the recaptured former love, Suman and I, one is full of guilt, the other is full of ecstasy, so one is trying to be gentle, and the other is trying to be ignorant.The appearance that the other party loves to see, after a long time, it really becomes the most suitable mask for him, and he even forgets to remove it.It seems that only in this way can make up for the love and tenderness lost in those two years, and can continue this love in the most perfect posture.She is still the original her, and I am still the original me. It seems that I have passed through years with her, but nothing has changed.

But I forgot that the word "hard work" itself is tiring.When Suman no longer has the strength to be unconditionally gentle, when I no longer have the position to be bottomless and ignorant, then, how will we face each other, how will we... how will we love each other?

Lifting his face, there was a long strand of hair falling on the pillow, with a slightly curly arc and a silent posture, very much like its owner's seemingly contradictory but natural charm and tranquility.Suman usually seldom loses her hair. Occasionally, when I get up early, I pick up one or two hairs, and I will quietly wrap them up and store them, imagining that we will take them out to scare her when we reach the age of golden wedding, or let her down hard. She was touched.Am I so childish?It's really naive, always thinking about these things that are far away, but can't even take care of the beloved woman who is separated from me by the wall. If this continues, who wants to still walk hand in hand with me decades later?I don't even want to give her confidence, so how can I blame her for slamming the door and leaving me with such a determined back?

The black hair coiled around his fingertips, lap after lap, but he finally relaxed as if he had realized something.

When I went back to the kitchen, the rice porridge was already boiling, so I quickly removed the lid to avoid overflowing.The shredded pork was cooked, but thanks to the blessing of absent-mindedness when cutting the preserved eggs, the hand slipped, and the blade and fingertips immediately came into intimate contact.Bean-sized blood beads gushed out almost immediately, I was startled, I was not in the mood to treat the wound, I turned on the faucet and washed it casually, I threw away the dirty preserved egg and took a new one, cut it up and put it together with the shredded pork Boil for another 2 minutes.It's finally all right.

After drying the porridge to a suitable temperature, I gently opened the door with the bowl in hand.There was no sound in the bedroom. It was seven o'clock, and the sky was no longer bright. The half-bright and half-dark light and shadow brought a little ambiguity unique to the alternation between dusk and night.I tiptoed to the side of the bed, put down the porridge bowl on the cabinet, I bent down to look at her peaceful sleeping face, my heart ached, and I couldn't recover for a while.She fell asleep on her side, her fair and delicate cheeks were half covered by her cloud-like black hair, her right arm was resting on the pillow, while her left arm was softly caressing her heart.Probably because of the fever, the sound of breathing is slightly heavier and stagnant than usual, and the usual light red and pleasant lips have lost their color, and the pale and delicate lip lines are inevitably micro-cracked after dehydration .The curtains were only half covered, and the afterglow of the evening cast two faint fan-shaped light shadows in her eyes. She frowned slightly, obviously with such a thin and lonely expression, but it was really unreasonable to look at.I heard a vigorous and agitated restlessness in my chest, and I couldn't help reaching out to gently stroke the soft hair on her cheeks, and my fingertips stopped suddenly after touching her soft ears—such a subtle And the small warm movements are what she is used to doing to me. It turns out that the memory of the body is really stronger than all words can express. It turns out that I have already remembered everything about her so deeply.

"Suman." I called her softly, "Let's not go to bed now, can we get up and have some porridge?"

As if she had been alarmed, or maybe she hadn't fallen asleep in the first place, after shivering a little, she flapped her eyelashes a few times, and slowly opened her eyes.

My chest was suffocated, and her deep black pupils just looked at me defenselessly, remembering the anger that was faintly ignited in her just now, she turned indifferently and resolutely... the bottom of her heart was not without fear, But the thought of loving her suppressed all cowardly swaying.I decided that even if she kicked me out with a cold face in the next second, as long as I am still here, I will insist on letting her drink this bowl of porridge.

She was silent, so I had no choice but to bite the bullet and force it.In the flickering lights and shadows, the deep thought in her eyes was too clear, even if I had the cheek to hug her shoulders and risk being kicked, I reached under the thin quilt with my other hand to find where her calves were and lightly hooked her. Stay——she just let me move quietly, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't distinguish some or deep emotions from her fleeting eyes.

I didn't dare to look at her anymore, so I gathered my strength to hug her up and sit her up, and then I took a pillow to put her behind her, then I carefully took the porridge bowl, scooped some of the spoon to her lips, and bowed Sheng Yang said: "Eat a little, even eat a little before going to sleep."

"Don't you like it? Or, you can eat a few bites first, and I'll get you something else, strawberry oatmeal, okay?"

Seeing that she was still silent, with an unmoved face, I was anxious, and my voice couldn't help but tremble a little. "Please... please... I, I'm afraid that you will have a stomachache at night. Your stomachache is very serious. Can you eat a little..." When I was in T City, Suman was busy with company affairs, and I took care of the sick at home. Grandma can’t be with me often. She called me in the middle of the night with a stomachache and asked me where the medicines were kept at home. I heard her trembling little voice. I was so anxious that I got up and put on my clothes. I wish I could rush to the airport in the middle of the night. The fastest plane flew to her side.

Probably because I was forced to be helpless by my attitude of "If you don't eat, I will die for you", Suman finally compromised before my wrist was so sore that I could hardly hold the bowl.She didn't let me feed, but when she reached out to take the bowl and spoon, she accidentally touched my injured finger. Seeing that I almost immediately retracted my hand with a grin, her eyes flickered slightly, and the look in my eyes suddenly added a gleam. Think lightly.After a while, she said softly, "What happened to your hand?"

"No, it's all right." Hearing her calm inquiry that couldn't hide her concern, I almost used all my strength to stop myself from crying out of nowhere again.I can no longer cry casually, and I can't always use tears to kidnap Suman's emotions; I can't be arrogant because she loves me, and take everything for granted.No, none of these are possible.

She stared at me for a few seconds, then suddenly stretched out her hand and took the hand hidden behind me.With just one glance, her brows were already furrowed. "Tears are useless, so change the trick?"

I blushed immediately when she said it, and said in a muffled voice, "How can I have so many thoughts... Really, I was really careless."

"Heh." Suman let go of my fingers. "Exactly."

"What?" I saw that her expression suddenly turned calm, and I couldn't help being startled, don't you think about something unhappy again?

"Thinking back."

She is obviously ill, but her hoarse voice cannot hide her natural beauty, she only calls softly, and she turns a thousand times, she has not changed at all, but I have already been confused, completely fascinated by her voice and breath inside. "I... I am here."

Her eyes were so bright that they almost scorched the eye sockets. "It's just that it doesn't matter if it's simple, it's really scary if you can't see the people and things around you."

The heartbeat suddenly missed a beat.The people and things around me, Suman... What is Suman implying to me?Could it be Yaya, she is worried that Yaya will have such feelings for me?

While thinking about it, Suman's raised finger lightly landed on my cheek, and the next second, her ear was pinched by her.The slight movement of the fingertips brought a tingling sensation in an instant, and the complex emotions that wanted to hide but couldn't help pandering went straight to the bottom of my heart.

She suddenly smiled. "Everyone knows the truth of asking traces but not hearts, but I'm probably such a greedy person."

"Suman, whether you ask about your trace or your heart, I have no fear." I calmly said.At this moment, there is no one or anything that has nothing to do with her in my mind, and my heart is full of the tenderness and throbbing she brought to me, the ups and downs of happiness that were hard-won, and the two years of being low in the dust. thoughts and longings.

She turned her face sideways, the beautiful arc of her profile in the semi-dark light and shadow is as graceful as the most exquisite sculpture in the world, her long and curly eyelashes trembled slightly, stirring my fluctuating mood like butterfly wings .

"It's only good for me, can't it?" She suddenly whispered.

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