Rebirth of the dumb husband and wife

Chapter 15 Conversation

It was getting late, and the road in Houlin was covered with snow. Worried that it would be inconvenient for the three of them to go back to the front yard, Mother Yan ordered the maids in the yard to clean up the two guest rooms and come out.

With a splitting headache, Yan Cheng forced Song Jinshu's hand into the room, and then dropped all his strength and fell on the quilt.

His forehead was soaked in cold sweat, and his face was pale. Seeing Song Jinshu's heartbreak, he hurriedly went to the kitchen to get a pot of hot water and came back to wipe Yan Cheng's face.

Because of a farce at the dinner table, there was a lot of awkwardness between the two. Song Jinshu wrung out the towel, got up and poured the water from the basin into the snow in front of the house.

There was only one bed in the guest room, and there was only one quilt prepared. Song Jinshu looked at the small open space beside Yan Cheng and felt uneasy.

Yan Cheng has never allowed himself to sleep beside him. In the six months since they got married, Yan Cheng would kick Song Jinshu out of bed after every intercourse, and let him make the floor or go to sleep on the couch outside with the quilt.

But now, there are no extra quilts in the room. If you go to the maid to ask for a quilt, your parents will know about it again. At that time, you don't know what kind of blood and blood will be caused.

Song Jinshu lowered his head and pondered for a moment. Before he could come up with a sure-fire solution, someone knocked on the door of the house from outside.

"Jin Shu, have you rested yet?" The

figure outside the door swayed slightly, it was Yan Chi.

Song Jinshu's eyes lit up, with a smile at the corner of his mouth, he quickly walked to the door and opened it. He saw Yan Chi standing outside the house with three thousand blue silk draped behind him.

Song Jinshu lowered his eyes and bowed slightly towards Yan Cheng, even if he said hello, Yan Chi quickly took Song Jinshu's hand to prevent him from salute, and took Song Jinshu out of the room regardless of Yan Cheng's resentful eyes.

It started to snow again outside the house. The branches of a plum tree in front of the yard were covered with snow, and the slender branches could not bear to bend over. The white snowflakes fell to the ground one after another and could not be separated from each other.

Yan Chi stretched out his hand to pick up a few snowflakes in the air, probably because the temperature on his hand was not high, and those few snowflakes landed on his palm intact and showed no signs of melting.

Song Jinshu was speechless, so he had to follow Yan Chi obediently, watching his thin and slender back, and the row of deep and shallow footprints in the snow.

"Feng Zhong was also pampered and grew up. The year he was born, his father's cloth village was in crisis. It happened that everything was turned around on the day he was born. From that day on, his father decided to hand over the cloth village to him in the future."

Yan Chi's fingers were so frozen that he lost consciousness. He nonchalantly crushed a snowflake on his fingertips, put his hands in his arms and covered the hot stove.

"He has been doing things with his temper since he was a child, and he doesn't know how many troubles he has caused, but he is talented and smart, and he never forgets what he has learned. His parents are both happy and worried."

Yan Chi took Song Jinshu into a pavilion and used it carelessly. The sleeves swept away the snow on the stone bench, and the two sat down around the stone table.

"My parents ordered the matchmaker to tell Feng Zhong to marry you because my father and my mother meant it, but I also hate the so-called match. You must have suffered a lot of grievances.

" On his wrist, he rubbed his skin with his fingertips lovingly, and was afraid that his temperature would be so cold that Song Jinshu quickly retracted his hand.

Through the moonlight, Song Jinshu saw a light red cinnabar mole on Yan Chi's wrist, which was fleeting.

"I'm not in good health, and I don't like to go out on weekdays. Besides, I'm going to be married in the future, and I can't get involved in the big or small matters of the Yan residence. But I'm still Feng Zhong's brother, if he treats you It's not good, just come to me, and I can still say a few words for you."

Yan Chi's eyes were sad and lonely, as if he had thought of something unforgettable. He raised his head and pinned the broken hair on Song Jinshu's temples behind his ears, and a trace of tears flashed in his eyes.

"Go back, it's windy outside, so Feng Zhong should be in a hurry. If he's willing to treat you with sincerity, you can accept his will."

After Yan Chi sent Song Jinshu back to his room, he turned around and walked out of the courtyard. .