ca-book Chapter 8
Chapter 8
The arrogance of bullying me. "Even if it doesn't taste good, please try to force it, just treat it as a prelude to taking medicine."
"Delicious." I spit out two words lightly, lowered my head, for some reason, my eyes were a little wet.
"Then eat more! I was still thinking, if you don't like it, how can I solve a pot of porridge by myself-hey, after I finished putting away the materials, I saw in the book that it was for six people point."
He looked so stupid that I couldn't help laughing-it turned out that he learned it from the recipe.Thinking of his stupid look in a daze at the recipe, I couldn't help laughing.
"Hurry up!" Seeing me smiling, he immediately pulled his face down, and stuffed the porridge spoonful into my mouth like coal balls—but the action was still very gentle.Inadvertently, I saw some OK bandages on his hands.
"Did you break your hand?"
"Hey, this is my first time cooking. Although I am an illegitimate child, I also received the education of 'a man cooks far away'. Don't you too?"
"Does it hurt?"
He shook his head, "It's okay."
Tears are about to flow out again, why am I moved?Is it because this man treats me tenderly?Why is he so nice to me?With tears to shed--
With a sound of "Wow", the fish porridge he just fed me and my gastric juice poured out of my mouth together.All the strength in my body disappeared in an instant, and my stomach hurt so badly—cold sweat flowed down. The whole stomach felt like it had been kneaded into a ball by someone’s hands and then torn apart. The pain made me lose consciousness again...
On a piece of grass with fresh air, there are beautiful roses blooming. Such a beauty in the world seems to make me blind. "Rose……"
"you're awake?"
Moving my eyelids, I found that I was surrounded by a sea-like blue, surrounded by a faint fragrance of green grass.Such a warm feeling, how long has it been since I felt such a warm feeling?It seems that just now, someone is calling me tenderly, who is it?Will anyone call me softly?
"Qinglian..."
Um?The voice appeared above my head, and when I raised my head, I met a magnified face——Ling Xiaofeng?
"You..." As soon as he opened his mouth, his stomach hurt so much that cold sweat broke out again. His big hands gently supported my back and rubbed it regularly.
"Is it better?"
I nodded, didn't speak any more, and curled up quietly in his arms, feeling like a puppy.
"When I was young, if I was not feeling well, my nanny always hugged me like this." The soft and soft voice seemed to come from the clouds, "My mother is not often by my side. I grew up with my grandmother. Grandma doesn't like me either, because I'm a disgrace. Only the nanny loves me, but when I was six years old, she had to go home too—because I don't have to nurse anymore." He chuckled, as if to say something interesting thing.
Lying on his chest, listening to his regular heartbeat, I smiled lightly, "I don't have many memories of being hugged by my mother. My father loves me very much. He can cook good dishes. I like to eat his cooking the most." The preserved fruits are very delicious. But... this kind of life has stopped since I was six..." I have never said these words to anyone.That's too weak, and it will add unnecessary trouble to my already embarrassing situation.
The hair was touched and I knew he was kissing my hair.It is self-evident how many times an illegitimate child has suffered from other people's eyes since he was a child.There is no joy in a childhood without love, but he treats me so tenderly, but I...but I have long forgotten how to treat others with sincerity and tenderness... Tears flowed silently , wet his clothes... In his embrace, I was so comfortable that I wanted to cry, it turned out that I was so lonely...
He didn't speak, just stroked my back gently, and let me cry silently.
Slowly, he spoke:
"Qinglian, I like you."
Many people said this sentence in their mouths.Is he the same?Why is it different?He is also human.
"I love you."
I looked at him fixedly, my God, what did he say?
"You, are you joking?"
He also looked at me and smiled, "No."
"We're all men."
"Do you think that's a reason?"
It's really not a reason, I sighed slightly, and I said, "Qinglian already has her own heart."
"Is it 'Rose'?"
"How did you know?"
"As far as I know, 'rose' doesn't exist."
"How do you know that?"
The corners of his mouth raised higher, "You have a habit of talking nonsense with a fever."
It turned out to be like this, I didn't speak, and he didn't bother me anymore.In the quiet room, we can hear the heartbeat of both of us.For a moment, I thought, if the two of us fell to the uninhabited island together and were with him, maybe we wouldn't be lonely.Because we are all too lonely, so am I, and so is he.
Since that day, I have not gone to Wenyuan to attend classes.The first is that there is no time, and the second... I dare not face him.His eyes seemed not to be refused by me, as if telling me all the time: Qinglian, you need to be loved.
The rose in the mirror was just like me, in a daze, not knowing what to do.
Rose, I can't, I can't love.Wrapping my arms around my shoulders, holding them tightly, I told myself over and over again: "Qinglian, I can't love. I can't! I can't!!" Looking at Rose, I started to cry, why?Why is he in my life?Without him, I can live in my own world, I don't need to know... Rose, just my phantom... Rose, can't warm me... I, longing to be loved...
I like to go to Grandpa Mingjia's house, there is a warm feeling that I haven't seen for a long time.Elaine would rub against my feet and make cries of affection.Ganzhimei is the most beautiful flower I have ever seen in autumn. It is small but blooms stubbornly.There are clusters of clusters, and they are not alone.
I don't know where the seeds came from, but there is such a plant in my garden.Whenever I see them in this season, my heart suddenly warms up, as if I have many more partners.Grandpa Yi Feng also likes these unknown flowers. Every autumn, I always give him the flowers that bloom for the first time.I like to see Grandpa Yifeng happily holding flowers, his smile seems to be able to light up all the darkness.
"Grandpa Yifeng! Grandpa Mingjia!" Before entering the door, I yelled loudly, "Look what I brought!"
"Xiao Lian." Grandpa Ming Jia came out to welcome me, and took the cake in my hand with a smile.
When I entered the room, I found that there were three cups on the table. Are there any guests?Grandpa's house rarely has guests, which is very strange.
"Grandpa Mingjia, is there another family member coming to embarrass you?" There are always people who are so boring and disturb their peaceful life.Their story has passed away with the legendary era of old Shanghai, and now they are a pair of ordinary old people who love each other.
Holding the flowers I sent, Grandpa Yi Feng smiled like a child.He smiled and said to me: "Qinglian, a friend of Mingjia came over just now. Don't worry, they haven't bothered for a long time."
"Really? That's good!" Picking up Yilian, I smelled a faint fragrance of green grass on her body.Is it my heart? "By the way, can I move in and live with you?"
"It's better not to. Are you unhappy in Ling's house? Did something happen to you?"
I didn't say anything. It was true that something happened, and it was a big deal.So big, I don't even know what I'm thinking.Forget it, don't think about it, there will always be a way in the future.
"Grandpa, can I take Yilian back?" I buried my face in Yilian's soft fur, smelling its faint fragrance and warm body temperature, which reminded me of Ling Xiaofeng.
"Of course, it would be too boring to be alone at home."
……
"Master Qinglian, I have your flowers."
I have been reviewing the books at home for about a month. There is no need to go to school. School is just studying hard. It is not as efficient as I usually study independently at home.From time to time, I still go to school once in a while.
Recently, a bouquet of roses of different types and colors was delivered to my door almost every day.Bunch after bunch, in the air, filled with fragrance.The same thing, all the flowers will be tied with blue ribbons, and on each card, "For Qinglian" will be written in elegant calligraphy.
Who will send it?It is not the first time to receive flowers, and it is not the first time to receive roses, but it is really the first time that the same person sends me the same kind of flowers every day.
My house, which has very few guests, actually has a rare visitor, but the time when the visitor comes is not very good-I just got up.
who can that be?
The face that appeared at the door really surprised me——Ling Xiaofeng!What's even more surprising - he held a bouquet of blue roses in his hand!
"Please come in." After taking his flowers, I let him into the room in casual clothes, "Sit whatever you want, it's unfortunate that you came here, I haven't even folded the quilt yet."
He touched my forehead with concern, and asked eagerly, "What's wrong? You got up so late without class, are you sick?"
"No, it's just that I didn't go to class." Avoiding his hand, I picked up the towel and walked to the bathroom, "You sit by yourself."
Before she finished speaking, Yi Lian walked towards Ling Xiaofeng with graceful steps, and he hugged Yi Lian, terribly!Yilian accepted her life, so it was inevitable that she would not scratch him. If there were a few bloodstains on that handsome face, then...
"Hello! Xiaolian, or is it called Xiaoxiaolian?" Ling Xiaofeng stroked Yilian's hair, and Yilian was also unexpectedly docile, lying in his arms.
"you've been to