Zhu Yilong--A Warm Smoke

Song Nuan was very preoccupied in the middle of the night, and she didn't fall asleep until twelve o'clock. She woke up late in the morning. She washed up briefly. When she went downstairs, she found a bunch of fresh yellow roses in the living room. She had no resistance to any flowers. Strength, the corners of the lips couldn't help but bring out a smile.She refilled the vase with water, unpacked it, inserted the roses, and sat there admiring it for a while, then she heard movement in the kitchen, a bang, like the sound of a bowl breaking.

Song Nuan's heart tightened, and she immediately ran to the kitchen to check. It turned out that the bowl was broken, and the culprit was squatting on the ground to clean it up. She was angry and funny, and went to find a rag and mop to clean up the mess.

Zhu Yilong was very embarrassed, "I'm sorry, Nuan, I didn't mean to."

Song Nuan put away all the things, hummed, and said two words, "Get out."

Zhu Yilong's eyes darkened slightly, "Let me help you." He went to buy roses early in the morning, and wanted to make another breakfast of love to express his apology, but he messed it up unexpectedly.

Song Nuan turned on the range hood, began to skillfully light the fire and pour the oil, and said without looking back: "The kitchen is full of fumes, you should cough again." She didn't intentionally ignore Zhu Yilong, but her tone was blunt, obviously she didn't want to say more .

"Oh."

After breakfast, Song Nuan didn't stay long, changed his clothes and went out. He didn't say where he was going or what time he would be back. Zhu Yilong sat in the living room by himself for a while, and suddenly felt discouraged and irritable. Like going back to the bedroom to sleep.

Zhu Yilong didn't sleep well last night, and he slept until the afternoon. He was surprised after checking the time, got up from the bed, searched upstairs and downstairs, Song Nuan was still not at home, he felt lost, and sat down. On the stairs, I suddenly felt that the life of my wife ignoring him was too difficult, and I couldn't live through the day. I wanted to meet friends, read scripts, or play games, but I couldn't get interested at all.He sat for half an hour, took out his mobile phone, and couldn't help calling Song Nuan. The moment the ringtone sounded, he seemed to have returned to the time when he checked his grades in the college entrance examination, nervous and uneasy.

Song Nuan didn't torture Zhu Yilong for a long time, she answered the phone after three calls, "Hello, what's the matter?"

"Nuan, where are you? I'm hungry. You said you wouldn't starve me." Zhu Yilong immediately pretended to be pitiful.

Song Nuan seemed to sigh, "The meal is in the kitchen, go and heat it up."

Zhu Yilong heard Song Nuan's heartache, and said in an insatiable way: "There is oily smoke in the kitchen, I can't go in."

Song Nuan hung up the phone.

It's over, the play is over.

Zhu Yilong threw the phone aside in frustration, losing his appetite even more.

Song Nuan has almost never lost his temper with Zhu Yilong. He really has no talent in coaxing people. Frustrated, he picked up his phone again and started searching the Internet for how to make his wife happy. Yes, admitting mistakes, giving gifts, cooking a dinner, all kinds of bad ideas come up one after another, but none of them are suitable for him. Song Nuan is not the kind of little woman who makes trouble out of no reason, and she probably doesn't like these small tricks.

When Song Nuan returned home, she saw her silly man sitting on the stairs looking at her phone in distress. When she heard her open the door, she immediately raised her panicked eyes. Could it be that she was looking at something shady.

"Nuan, you're back." Seeing Song Nuan, Zhu Yilong immediately stood up and inadvertently hid the phone behind his back.

Song Nuan looked Zhu Yilong up and down, she changed her shoes, washed her hands first, and then went to the kitchen to warm up the dishes. After about 5 minutes, she brought out two dishes and one soup, calling Zhu Yilong to come over for dinner.

Zhu Yilong was flattered, and sat at the dining table a little uneasy. He drank the Cordyceps and black chicken soup first, and then took a careful look at Song Nuan.

"Eat slowly." Song Nuan picked up the bag and walked out.

Zhu Yilong didn't expect Song Nuan to leave immediately, "Where are you going?" Song Nuan came back specially to help Zhu Yilong heat up the meal, just because he made a joke about not being allowed to enter the kitchen.

"I have something to do." Song Nuan changed his shoes, "I've added the internet fee. If you're bored, go play games."

"Oh. Are you still angry?"

"If you hadn't called to call me back, I might not be angry." Song Nuan left with her backpack chic, leaving Zhu Yilong with a ruthless back.

"I didn't ask you to come back." Zhu Yilong whispered, but Song Nuan couldn't hear him.

Zhu Yilong finished his lunch silently. He ate this meal for an hour. Maybe the soup was too nourishing. He suddenly realized something. Song Nuan might really need to be quiet, and what he can do is definitely not to entangle. Whether it is work or life, he needs to rethink and start again.He put away his irritability and anger, went to sit in the study, and tried to talk to himself, did he really do something wrong?

On the third day, Zhu Yilong still bought a bouquet of yellow roses.

Song Nuan didn't go out all day, and she didn't have a job. She just lay at home watching TV series, listening to music, and had a two-hour phone call with Peng Xinke. Zhu Yilong talked about work with Sister Chan in the morning, and watched it in the study in the afternoon The script, after dinner in the evening, the two of them were active in the living room, Zhu Yilong was reading magazines, Song Nuan was drawing, and when she went to pour water, she gave Zhu Yilong a glass.

At ten o'clock in the evening, the two of them were ready to go to bed.

Song Nuan put on a facial mask after washing. She was a little tired, so she lay down on the sofa and closed her eyes to rest.

"Song Nuan!" Zhu Yilong ran over frantically and pulled her up.

Song Nuan was stunned, it was inconvenient for her to speak with the mask on, so she murmured, "What are you doing?"

Zhu Yilong tore off the mask on Song Nuan's face with one hand and threw it aside, and asked anxiously, "What's wrong with you?"

"You'd better have something very important." Song Nuan's teeth itched with hatred, and she even dared to tear off her mask. It seemed that he was too full from dinner, leaving him idle to do nothing.

"Are you bleeding? So much blood." Zhu Yilong didn't care about Song Nuan's anger at all. When he went to the toilet just now, he saw a lot of blood, and everything was red.

Song Nuan stood up, "I forgot to flush the toilet!" She was shot today, and she didn't know why and felt uncomfortable, so she just stayed at home for a whole day.

"Sit down, sit down. I rushed over." Zhu Yilong pushed Song Nuan back to the sofa, "Where is your pain, it doesn't matter, there is so much blood, is there anything wrong, let's go to the hospital now."

Song Nuan had a fever on his face, "I'm fine, I'll be fine in two days."

Zhu Yilong was still worried, he didn't know that Song Nuan worked so hard every month and insisted on dragging her to the hospital.

"Oh, I'm really fine. This is normal." Song Nuan didn't want to talk too much, she drank brown sugar water, "Go, go to sleep."

"Nuan, are you not angry anymore?" Zhu Yilong heard looseness in Song Nuan's tone, and there was a hint of a smile.

"It should have been."

"Then, now." Zhu Yilong was worried again.

Song Nuan threw the discarded mask into the trash can, "I just put on the mask for a minute, do you know how expensive this piece is?"

"I, I will pay you back."

"It's too late, I'm angry." Song Nuan was easily irritable every time she had her menstrual period.

"Why are you so angry?"

"I advise you not to mess with a creature that bleeds seven days a month and won't die."

"I was wrong."

Because of a mask, in the next few days, Zhu Yilong kept his tail between his legs. Song Nuan didn't have the same knowledge as him, and still lived according to his own schedule. One night, he even boiled Chinese medicine, which smelled bitter.

Zhu Yilong thought that Song Nuan hadn't calmed down yet, probably felt that he didn't drink enough tonic soup every day, so he deliberately boiled traditional Chinese medicine to torture him. He didn't dare to complain, and he didn't have enough for dinner, so he sat in the living room and obediently waited for Song Nuan to bring the traditional Chinese medicine to him. he.

When Song Nuan really came out with a pot of Chinese medicine, Zhu Yilong was terrified. A casserole full of Chinese medicine could probably hold five or six bowls. It was black in color, like a pot of poison.

"Why so many?" Zhu Yilong couldn't help swallowing.

"If you're not careful, you put in too much water." Song Nuan took out a bowl of medicine and left it to dry.

A doctor of formula science would accidentally add too much water when boiling Chinese medicine, Zhu Yilong expressed his disbelief.

Song Nuan looked at the pot of traditional Chinese medicine in front of her, she seemed a little hopeless, she got up to find a pot of Huamei, and when she came back, she saw Zhu Yilong drinking the medicine from a bowl, "Put it down!"

Song Nuan's voice was so severe that Zhu Yilong was startled, some of the medicine in the bowl spilled out, he was also choked, coughing for a long time and couldn't stop, Song Nuan hurried over and patted his back, and when he calmed down, he handed him another cup Warm water, Zhu Yilong drank the water, and then slowly stopped coughing.

"What are you doing?"

"Drink the medicine." Zhu Yilong didn't understand why Song Nuan was angry again.

"My medicine, what do you drink?" Song Nuan couldn't laugh or cry.

Zhu Yilong raised his eyebrows, "Your medicine?"

Song Nuan nodded, "That's right, who said I'll drink it for you."

Zhu Yilong pretended to be affectionate again, he coughed and asked, "What's wrong with you, why are you taking medicine?"

"Tune your menstruation, don't worry about it."

"Nuan, you're not feeling well. Let me take care of you when you move back, okay? I can get up in the middle of the night to turn off the air conditioner and pour water for you." Zhu Yilong took advantage of the situation and asked Song Nuan to go back to the room to sleep.

Song Nuan didn't appreciate it, she picked up the pot directly, and planned to go back to the bedroom to drink slowly, "I can take care of myself, good night."

"Why did you turn your face again?" Song Nuan obviously didn't seem to be very angry anymore, but she deliberately avoided Zhu Yilong.

"Well, because you knocked over my medicine." Song Nuan made Zhu Yilong understand.

Zhu Yilong blocked Song Nuan at the stairs for almost a week, and he felt that he could no longer tolerate Song Nuan's petty temper, "Put the pot down, let's have a good chat."

Song Nuan paused, "I don't want to talk to you."

"Don't be willful anymore, Song Nuan."

"Hey, Teacher Zhu, you drank a bowl of Chinese medicine from me just now, aren't you afraid of being called out?"

Zhu Yilong's expression changed, Song Nuan walked away from him, snorted coldly, and slowly went upstairs with the pot.