Fake marriages don't need to be so spoiled

It may be because it is too far away from the urban area, these days in Xishan Village give people an illusion of isolation from the world.

Every morning when Song Jiqing woke up from the bed, when he saw the first ray of sunlight, he couldn't help but think, if only he could live like this forever.

In this small village, there are slow sunrises and sunsets, the days are slow, and the years are stretched very long.

The wicker chair swayed slightly, and Cheng Mu sat holding Song Jiqing in his arms, hugging him very intimately.

Song Jiqing wrapped his hands around his neck, pressed his face on his shoulders, poked the skin of Cheng Mu's side neck with the tip of his nose, and rubbed against Cheng Mu's skin, his whole body and Cheng Mu's body became even tighter.

"Cheng Mu..." He asked in a muffled voice, "Are you happy?"

"Song Jiqing, where did you see that I'm unhappy?" Cheng Mu bit the soft flesh on Song Jiqing's face and asked with a smile.

Song Jiqing pursed his lips and said in a low voice, "I just guessed."

"Do you want to make me happy?" Cheng Mu lowered his voice, "Huh?"

A few quiet winds faintly passed through the window, Song Jiqing's breathing became heavier and he said, "Think."

Cheng Mu pinched his lower back with neither light nor heavy force, "Is there no strength left?"

Song Jiqing moved his legs aggrievedly, and said, "Legs are sore."

"Is that how you coax?" Cheng Mu's tone was clear.

Song Jiqing pursed his lips and said, "No."

The rattan chair creaked, and Cheng Mu rubbed the soft meat with eagerness like rushing to eat. Song Jiqing couldn't finish eating so much, and his stomach bulged slightly.

"Aren't you hungry?" Cheng Mu looked at him, "Ji Qing should eat more to replenish his energy and blood, okay?"

The scene in front of Song Jiqing was shaking, so the sentences that fell into his ears were also broken into fragments. He only heard Cheng Mu ask him "Is it okay?"

"it is good."

He would be willing to say anything Cheng Mu said, so what he said earlier became less important.

The dim light above his head became like stars in the night, twinkling one by one.

Song Jiqing touched Cheng Mu's eyelids with slightly sweaty hands, and said, "Why are there two moons?"

Cheng Mu's eyelashes rubbed against his palm, crisp and itchy, Song Jiqing wanted to back away, but was pushed closer, his fingertips were warm.

Cheng Mu touched the tip of his tongue and asked, "Look carefully, is it the moon?"

Song Jiqing finally regained some sanity from his slightly drunken state, the blue blood vessels on the back of his hand became more obvious, he bent his fingertips, and said in a trembling voice: "No."

"What is it?" Cheng Mu pressed harder and harder.

"Eyes." Song Jiqing said.

"Whose?" Cheng Mu continued to ask.

Song Jiqing shrunk his nose in annoyance, "Your."

Cheng Mu bit him, "Call me husband."

Song Jiqing stared, his legs were so weak that he wanted to cry.

Cheng Mu stared at him and said, "Song Jiqing."

Song Jiqing felt scared at this moment, leaned back his shoulders, and said in a low voice, "Husband."

Cheng Mu's cold completely healed on the second day after drinking the medicine, but his sense of smell showed no signs of recovery. After drinking a large bowl of traditional Chinese medicine every day, even Song Jiqing's body was infected with a little bit of innocence and bitterness. medicinal taste.

I have lived here long enough, Qinglin City still has a lot of urgent work to do, so I can't continue to stay like this.

Just the night before they planned to go back, Song Kun, who hadn't seen him for a long time, appeared. His complexion and demeanor were rare pale and sickly, and the thin man looked fragile and pitiful.

But the fluctuations in Song Jiqing's heart were very few.

"Go back tomorrow?" Cheng Mu asked worried about his mood.

"Well, we've lived here long enough." Song Jiqing raised his face and smiled at him shallowly.

"Is it okay?"

"It's okay," Song Jiqing breathed a sigh of relief, "I don't plan to push myself anymore, it's over."

As soon as the dawn broke, they packed their luggage and walked to the side of the street to wait. It was the familiar Wuling Hongguang. The window was lowered, and the master's loud voice came from a distance, "Have you had breakfast yet?"

The car stopped in front of him, Song Jiqing obediently replied, "I've eaten, the landlord's grandma steamed the buns for us."

After exchanging pleasantries, the master frowned in a rare way, and said, "Your father... Song Kun is back."

Song Jiqing said, "Yes. But don't worry about me, I've already made up my mind."

"I will give him a fixed amount of living expenses every month in the future, and I will never take care of other things."

Cheng Mu didn't disturb their conversation, and silently went to the back seat to pile up the luggage. Looking at Song Jiqing's firm back standing upright, his heart softened even more.

His Ji Qing has really grown up.

Just as he was about to board the car, there was a sudden commotion in the distance, and countless villagers flocked to one place, all walking eagerly and searching.

Song Jiqing's elbow slammed on the door frame, and the phone he was holding fell straight onto the uneven ground, and the screen suddenly shattered.

His heart beat suddenly quickened, and he felt that something bad had happened.

When he walked into the crowd, the noisy voices around him fell, and his brain reacted slowly, mechanically jumping out a few words representing negation.

wrong.

wrong.

How could Song Kun die?

How could he be willing to die after taking so much money?

He couldn't find an answer. Looking at the figure lying there, Song Jiqing felt strange, too strange, as if he had never seen this person before.

His eyes became empty for a while, and he felt that his vision seemed to be imprisoned, getting tighter and tighter, forcing his breathing into a narrow opening.

A familiar smell came over, Cheng Mu covered his eyes with his hands, hugged him slowly, and said, "Song Jiqing, you still have me."

The colors of all things returned to their original positions at this moment. Song Jiqing came back to his senses, hugged Cheng Mu's back dully, and said, "Cheng Mu, I don't seem to be as sad as I imagined."

"It doesn't matter." Cheng Mu just said, "This is already very good."

Song Jiqing had a dull pain in his throat, which made him speechless, "Well, I'll be fine..."

All the memories of resentment and complaints seemed to be submerged into the soil at this moment, without a sound.

Then, Song Jiqing blinked his eyes slowly, and said to himself, "No more, no more, never again..."

Cheng Mu looked at him, and couldn't help but slow down his breathing, "Ji Qing, I'm still here."

It was spring, and the smell of dew was still floating in the air, and the breath of revival of all things hadn't dissipated. Song Jiqing slowly shrank in Cheng Mu's eyes.

The villain has grown armor and put on white wings, as if running towards the sunset without hesitation.

In this gust of wind, Cheng Mu smelled the belated spring.

Song Jiqing was hugging him.

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感谢在2022-02-2322:56:08~2022-03-0523:04:30期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 20 bottles of Rabbit Smashing OvO; 10 bottles of Changbai Mountain God Tree; 5 bottles of Strawberry;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!