A sweet story about love from head to toe without any plot

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Chapter 1

A strange man came to Huangkou Village recently.

The strange man looked like a man in his thirties, but he had silver hair. From a distance, he looked like an old man.

The strange man was also blind. When he first entered the village, his lifeless eyes stared at people so darkly that it scared the villagers.

The strange man bought a house next to Lao Li's house in Huangkou Village. A blind man didn't know how he cleaned it up. He moved into the new house by himself in less than a day.

When he first moved in, the children in the village climbed up the old tree in front of the house every day and looked into the strange man's yard like monkeys.

The naughty kids even threw stones into it.

After a while, the wild kids in the village called him a fool.

This weird guy is indeed a fool.

He always stands at the entrance of the village and looks into the distance before dawn every day.

Bah, what do you mean by looking into the distance? What does a blind man look into the distance?

He always stood there for the whole day, and no one knew what he was doing there.

For a long time, from spring to autumn, he stood by the big rock at the entrance of the village regardless of wind or rain.

Just when the villagers thought that this fool would become a big rock at the entrance of their village one day, a stranger entered the village.

The stranger was so handsome. Sister Niu cracked melon seeds and danced with her sisters.

The light dress shone with luxurious light in the sun.

Sister Niu said, what good material it must be.

The sisters teased her and teased her husband to bring her a piece of good material, otherwise they would always be jealous of the material on others. Sister

Niu ignored them, smacked her lips and began to recall the appearance of the stranger.

The stranger held a folding fan in his hand, and waved the fan to fan himself gracefully. His pair of peach-like eyes blinked, giving people the feeling that they could see the scenery of peach trees in full bloom from his eyes.

The stranger walked slowly to the fool with a pair of peach-like eyes smiling.

Wherever his eyes went, Niu Dasao felt that spring had come in an instant, with hundreds of flowers blooming and hundreds of birds singing, so beautiful.

It was a pity that such a handsome face was wasted. No matter how good-looking it was, what could it do standing in front of the blind man?

The handsome stranger walked to the blind man with a smile. He looked at the fool and didn't say anything.

Of course, the fool didn't say anything either .

Well, the fool never talked to others.

When he stood at the head of the village as a stone, even if a child threw a stone on him, he would not react at all.

He would definitely ignore the stranger.

Niu Dasao, who was cracking melon seeds and drying grain at the time, said so.

The stranger walked to him and called him a fool.

Oh, even a stranger who came into the village knew that the fool was a fool. It seems that the day when the fool turned into a stone is not far away.

Mrs. Niu sat on a stone, shushing the sparrows that wanted to come up to peck at the millet, and looked at the fool and the stranger from time to time.

When she had driven away all the sparrows and had time to look at the two people at the village head, she was suddenly startled and the melon seeds in her hand fell into the pile of millet.

She saw the blind man's eyes, which were always lifeless, suddenly turned red, and she saw tears falling from his eyes.

Oh my God, the fool actually has human emotions.

Mrs. Niu got up excitedly and prepared to call the villagers to come and watch the fun, and she didn't even care about the millet.

Hua Xiangrong used a fan to hook the chin of the fool. Seeing his lifeless eyes and a sunburned face, she frowned and looked unhappy, but she said twice: "It's so ugly."

The fool was stupid with red eyes, and he didn't seem to know where to put his hands.

He couldn't see anything, but he just stared at the front without blinking. The fool said stupidly: "I will be fine in a few days."

Hua Xiaoye pretended to be cool and waved his fan away. After a pause, he suddenly smiled, his mouth curled up, and his peach blossom eyes were shining. He whispered: "My dear, I haven't seen you for so many days, and you can say something nice."

He reached out and touched the fool's face, but his hand was shaking uncontrollably.

He wanted to withdraw before he touched him, but the fool with sharp ears grabbed him and pressed him hard on his face.

Hua Xiangrong couldn't hold back her smile, her eyes were a little red, and her hand touching his face was shaking.

How thin he has become.

How he has become.

The fool rubbed his cheek in his palm. He was obviously a fool who couldn't say anything, but now he said something: "I will say whatever you want to hear in the future." His

voice was a little shaky, and he was about to cry. Hua Xiangrong couldn't help blinking when he heard it. He choked out two laughs from his throat, as if complaining and sighing: "Fool."

The fool closed his eyes and gently rubbed the hands against his face.

Skin to skin, reluctant to separate.

Hua Xiangrong took advantage of the fact that there was no one around and leaned over to kiss the fool's thin face, looking at his white hair and his lifeless eyes.

After holding back his sigh, he leaned close to the fool's ear and teased in a hoarse voice: "How about you call me husband?"

The fool blinked his dull eyes, raised the corners of his mouth and said slightly: "Husband." After a pause, he said, "When will my husband take me back to Wufeng Valley to get married?"

He said: "You promised me a thousand taels of gold and the five great families' internal skills as a betrothal gift, but you still saved it?"

Hua Xiangrong smiled and waved his fan, with peach blossoms flying in his eyes. He smiled and teased: "At that time, It was Hua who asked Yun to marry me, so the chips were stacked

up day by day. Now it is Yun who is asking for my hand in marriage, why are you still so ungrateful? "He laughed as he spoke, and covered his eyes with a folding fan, blinking his eyes, and continued with a smile: "Besides, Yun married into my family, so she is my person, how can there be a distinction between you and me? What's mine is yours, and what's yours is mine, you tell me whether it is or not?" The fool

shook his head and smiled, with a helpless expression.

He lowered his head and whispered: "You are so shameless."

Suddenly, it seemed like they were back to many years ago, when both of them were young heroes in bright clothes and galloping horses, holding swords and riding horses, and going out to the rivers and lakes.

Hua Xiangrong was a little moved for a moment, and went forward to hug the fool's waist.

Such a hero, but his waist was so thin that it was hard to hold, and it felt thinner than those of some women.

Hua Xiangrong frowned, very unhappy.

The fool was blind, he didn't know whether Hua Xiangrong was happy or not, he stretched out his hand and touched Hua Xiangrong's face for a while, then touched her mouth, rubbed his fingers on it for a long time, took a deep breath, and pressed his lips against Hua Xiangrong's like a drowning man looking for air. He

thrust his tongue in, you in me, me in you.

Hua Xiangrong didn't care about being happy anymore.

He wrapped his mouth around the fool's tongue, sucking it hard like sucking honey, as if he wanted to eat this person into his stomach.

The fool cooperated at first, but later his face turned red, and his hand pushed against Hua Xiangrong's chest.

When Hua Xiangrong licked his lips contentedly and pulled out, she saw that the fool's face was covered with red clouds and honey, and it looked much better.

He smacked his lips, chuckled and said, "Come, put your arms around your husband's waist, he will take you home to the bridal chamber right now."

The fool didn't say anything, he stretched out his hands to hook Hua Xiangrong's waist, looked around with his lifeless eyes, pressed his body against Hua Xiangrong, and put his head on Hua Xiangrong's shoulder.

Hua Xiangrong had been with the fool for such a long time, and had never seen him act like this, she felt pity for him, and didn't care whether to tease or not, her tone of voice became serious: "When you come back to the valley with me, I will ask Uncle Liu to treat your eyes, comb your hair every morning, and ask Sister He to get some herbs to dye your hair black, okay?"

The fool put his head on his shoulder and whispered, "Okay."

Hua Xiangrong hugged him and wanted to say that they should go home, but she looked down and saw tears rolling down his dark bottomless eyes on his plain and emotionless face.

It directly wet Hua Xiangrong's shoulders, and his heart was burning.

Hua Xiangrong tightened his throat and grinned a twisted smile that was detrimental to his romantic reputation. His voice trembled: "My enemy, you are going to break my heart." The

tears of the fool were still rolling down, as if he had to cry out all the tears that he hadn't cried for all these years. He drooped his eyes and whispered: "Hua Xiangrong, don't leave me again." He closed his eyes and trembled in his voice, "I can't stand it, I really can't stand it."

Hua Xiangrong hugged him, stretched out her hand to wipe his tears, and whispered: "You have married into my Hua family, and you are my Hua's person. Hua must..." Hua Xiangrong held his head, their foreheads pressed together, and her breath brushed against his face when she spoke, "We must be together in life and death."

Hua Xiangrong hooked the fool's waist, and disappeared in Huangkou Village after a few ups and downs.

The rice drying at the entrance of the village was full of birds trying to steal food. The sun shone on the big rock at the entrance of the village, as if no one had ever stood there.

There had never been a blind man waiting there. Spring went and autumn came, summer went and winter came, day after day, year after year.

Time went by, the monkey who threw the stone became an adult, the stone at the entrance of the village was covered with moss, and the adult became an old man.

All the new stories were old.

Only the rivers and lakes remained the same.