Fake marriages don't need to be so spoiled

Cheng Mu's gray trouser legs have been dyed a deep mud color, and the shoes don't even need to be looked at, they have been muddy to the point that they can't see their original appearance, which is a rare embarrassment.

He took off his shoes and socks and sat on the wooden bench.Song Jiqing ran downstairs and filled him with a big bucket of hot water.

Cheng Mu was able to take a hot bath in the simple toilet.

The original clothes had been soaked by the rain, so he must not be able to wear them again, but the kind-hearted grandmother of the landlady brought him the old clothes of the man in the family.

A navy blue long sleeve and a pair of faded overalls.

It's not a particularly brilliant color, but Cheng Mu looks very appropriate and looks good when he wears it.

After changing his clothes, he stood by the window where Song Jiqing was standing, with a rare calm expression, and said, "The rain is about to stop."

Song Jiqing was still unable to recover from the shock of seeing Cheng Mu, and couldn't help asking: "It's raining so much today, are you here too?"

"Yeah." Cheng Mu looked at him, "You're here, of course I'm coming."

"But that road is very difficult, especially in this kind of weather that is almost rainy, how dangerous..."

Song Jiqing felt scared after thinking about it. He was worried for a long time, but Cheng Mu suddenly appeared in his sight.

"Want to know?" Cheng Mu asked, "How did I get here?"

Song Jiqing frowned, and said softly, "I want to know."

Cheng Mu raised his chin and said, "I'll tell you as soon as I kiss you."

Without hesitation, Song Jiqing pressed a kiss on his lips, then stepped back half a step, and asked softly, "Are you ready?"

Cheng Mu looked at Song Jiqing, folded his arms and said slowly: "After I drove to the urban area, I was about to go towards Xishan Village. At that time, the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and a driver who was driving a Wuling Hongguang suddenly stopped me. I."

"He said that when foreigners enter Xishan Village, they are usually not used to driving here, and there are many accidents. It just so happens that he is going to Xishan Village, so he can give me a ride along the way."

Song Jiqing asked anxiously, "Then how did you find me here?"

"Ask as we walk," Cheng Mu said, "A well-meaning villager showed me the way, saying that a handsome young man dragged his luggage into the village."

The rain stopped, and the breeze blew into the room, far away, and the sound of cocks crowing and dogs barking came into my ears, which was delicate and pleasant.

Cheng Mu's outline became deeper and deeper in the last light of the night, Song Jiqing was fascinated by it, reached out to touch his face, and said, "Cheng Mu, why are you so kind to me?"

Cheng Mu smiled and said, "Song Jiqing, don't be so easily satisfied, I can do better."

Song Jiqing's eyes turned red, and he said firmly, "Don't think that if you coax me like this, I won't care about your risk of entering Xishan Village."

Cheng Mu held the back of his head with his big palm, held him down and kissed him, and said, "Don't be angry."

Song Jiqing lowered his eyelashes, "You don't even have a good sense of smell," he muttered, "It's obvious that you can't take care of yourself better than me..."

Cheng Mu didn't refute him, but said helplessly, "Yes."

"I brought a coat," Song Jiqing thought for a while and said, "You can add another one. The long sleeves are very thin, and it will be cold when you go into the mountains."

Cheng Mu responded, "Okay."

"I'll cook a bowl of noodles for you, and we'll leave after eating." Song Jiqing looked at him, "Are you hungry?"

Cheng Mu nodded, "Hungry."

Song Jiqing paid a lot of rent to the landlady's grandmother, so when she heard that Song Jiqing needed to use the kitchen, her grandmother let her out without saying a word.

Grandma took out the fresh pork that the family killed a few days ago and asked Song Jiqing to cook and eat it by herself.

Song Jiqing smiled and thanked: "Grandma, that's enough, there's already a lot."

Grandma said: "You are welcome, I will go to the vegetable field to pick some green onions for you, and they will be very fragrant in the noodles."

Song Jiqing nodded embarrassingly, and said, "Grandma, please excuse me."

Grandma waved her hand and said, "You're welcome, there are a lot of vegetables planted in the field, you can pick them at ease."

When Song Jiqing finished making the noodles and went upstairs, Cheng Mu had already fallen asleep leaning on the bamboo chair, his resolute side face rarely showed a bit of fatigue.

Song Jiqing couldn't bear to wake him up, so he steamed the noodles in a pot and stared at Cheng Mu with his face in his hands.

The collar of the long-sleeved navy blue is too high, just stuck a little below the Adam's apple.

In his sleep, Cheng Mu also seemed to be sleeping unsteadily, his Adam's apple slipped up and down from time to time, as if he was going to be swallowed by the top button of his collar.

About half an hour later, Cheng Mu opened his eyes, which were a little red and bloodshot, and his voice was a little hoarse when he spoke, "Is there any leftover noodles for me?" He asked with a smile.

Song Jiqing loosened the button for him, and said deliberately: "No more, I've eaten it all."

Cheng Mu pinched the tip of his nose, "Liar."

Song Jiqing obediently brought him the noodles from downstairs, but after leaving it for a long time, the noodles became a bit lumpy. Song Jiqing stirred them with chopsticks and said, "I'll forget this bowl, I'll get you another one later." bowl."

Cheng Mu took the chopsticks from his hand and said, "No need, it will be lumpy if it's lumpy."

"If you are hungry, I can give you half."

Song Jiqing withdrew his hand and said, "Then you eat first, don't keep it for me."

Cheng Mu smiled, lowered his head and began to eat the noodles. The ingredients in the noodles were very rich. In addition to the meat slices, there was a golden fried egg lying on the bottom.

"Is the taste okay?" Song Jiqing looked at him and asked.

"Okay." Cheng Mu took another sip of the noodle soup, looked at him and said, "Our Ji Qing is delicious any way we make it."

Song Jiqing blushed inappropriately, pulled a tissue and handed it to him in a muffled voice, "Here."

Cheng Mu smiled lightly and said, "Thank you Ji Qing."

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