It's terrible. Mr. Lu is too clingy.

"Wipe it off, wife."

Lu Ci also spoke with a smile, adjusting her nightgown, and the back of his fingers slid across the skin on the side of her legs intentionally or unintentionally.

Xie Xingran immediately closed his legs and put down the pillow that was covering his face.

After applying the medicine, her ears turned red and her heart was pounding.

Noticing his teasing eyes, she pretended to be calm and said, "Go wash your hands."

She was really afraid that he would put his hand into her mouth and stir it like he did last night...

Lu Ci also stood up leisurely and washed his hands in the basin, while discussing with her:

"Wife, let's go for a walk. The sun is shining brightly today."

It was still raining in the morning. The sun came out a little in the afternoon, but the sky was still gray. It was a yin-yang day, neither cold nor hot, just right for going out for a walk.

However, she lowered her head to look at his feet: "Your feet are still swollen, calm down."

Lu Ci also stood up and took two steps, saying:

"It's just a minor injury. It doesn't hurt anymore. Just let it swell up. I just rode my bike to the street to buy some groceries. It's just a walk. It's no problem!"

Xie Xingran chuckled twice. He didn't know who had insisted the doctor put on a plaster cast yesterday.

Will it be all right if I go for a walk with her now?

"Are you sure it's okay?" She asked worriedly.

Lu Ci also patted his chest: "Of course, don't you see who I am? It's my wife,"

As he spoke, he narrowed his eyes and smiled, saying meaningfully:

"If you still feel pain there, your husband can carry you."

Xie Xingran glared at him unhappily: "No, no, I can walk by myself."

Lu Ci also suddenly burst into laughter.

It was as if he was proving his masculinity through her, and he was very proud and arrogant.

After applying the medicine, Xie Xingran felt cool down there, but it didn't hurt much, so he could still walk.

Since he insisted on being so stubborn, there was nothing she could say.

But then she realized that he really wasn't trying to be brave.

Qiaoba Village is nestled in the mountains and beside the water, with a stream running through the entire village. The two of them walked along the cement road beside the stream.

In the golden autumn of October, yellow leaves flutter down from the branches, spinning and drifting, and slowly falling to the ground.

An inevitable feeling of loneliness and desolation lingered in Lu Ciye's heart, and he clenched the hand of the person beside him.

Feeling the soft touch of his palm, he felt less desolate.

Looking at the gentle and calm person beside him, he asked, "Wife, what is your favorite season?"

Xie Xingran raised his eyebrows and looked at him: "You speak first."

Lu Ci also said excitedly: "Of course I like spring the most, the spring when everything comes back to life, the grass grows and the birds fly, and the flowers bloom! I will come here again when the time comes and pick lots of wild flowers for you."

Xie Xingran said "oh", which was consistent with his lively personality.

The next moment, she posed a difficult question to him, saying:

"Am I only worthy of wildflowers in your heart?"

Lu Ci also said anxiously: "Of course not! Wife, all the flowers in the world are not as beautiful as you.

I just feel that the wild flowers are the ones I picked from all over the mountains, and they reflect my hard work, so this can better show my sincerity."

Hearing this, Xie Xingran nodded in agreement, then smiled beautifully.

She took his hand and swung it back and forth unconsciously, obviously in a good mood.

"Lu Xiaogou, why are you so nice?" she said.

Lu Ci also raised his eyebrows proudly, with an expression that said, "You just found out."

"Okay, it's my wife's turn to talk. What's your favorite season?" He changed the subject.

"As for me, I like autumn the most." Xie Xingran replied, "Autumn is so beautiful, with abundant fruits, wild geese flying north and south, and poetic and picturesque scenery. I like autumn the most."

"Ah?" Lu Ci was also incredulous. "Don't you think autumn has a very sad feeling?"

Xie Xingran didn't deny it: "I do have this feeling sometimes, but I think it's more of a...how should I put it, it's like I've already lived my whole life, that kind of peaceful and warm, fulfilling and free feeling."

Lu Ci didn't quite understand. He said, "Wife, are you a thousand-year-old demon? Have you had enough of life?"

Xie Xingran: ...

"If I were a thousand-year-old demon, I would be the first to eat your heart!"

She bared her teeth fiercely, but Lu Ci thought it was very cute.

"Wife, you are much more lively than before," he pinched her cheek and smiled, "keep it up."

After hearing this, Xie Xingran was stunned. Lively?

It's been a long time since I heard anyone praise her like this.

She looked up at the person in front of her who was smiling brightly. As expected, people can't help but get closer to the light.

Who doesn’t want to have a little sun in their own world?

Whether it is yourself or others, as long as you illuminate this world and never go out, that is enough.

"Actually, there's another reason why I like autumn."

Lu Ci also asked curiously: "What?"

Xie Xingran said slowly, "You've memorized Liu Yuxi's 'Autumn Poem (Part 1)', right? Do you still remember the second and third lines?"

Lu Ciye: "Uh...I forgot."

Xie Xingran didn't care and guided him, "A crane flies above the clouds in the clear sky. I say autumn is better than spring. Do you notice anything different?"

"Ah—" Lu Ci also opened his mouth wide, with an expression of sudden enlightenment, and the result was: "No."

Xie Xingran: "...names. My brother's name is Xie Yihe, and my sister-in-law's name is Xu Yanqiu. Don't you think their names are a perfect match in a poem?"

This time Lu Ci really discovered it.

It’s true. It’s a pity that the two people whose names even match each other never got to be together until they died.

"And my brother and sister-in-law are just like me. We all like autumn the most." Xie Xingran looked proud.

Lu Ci immediately followed the crowd and said:

"Then I will love autumn the most from now on. As long as my wife is by my side, I won't be afraid of how bleak autumn is!"

Xie Xingran pursed his lips and smiled.

Even though this guy is a bit clingy, what he says really makes her happy.

"Honey, honey, can I break off a willow branch?" Lu Ci also pointed to the willow tree not far ahead.

There was a sign hanging on the willow tree indicating its age and name.

Although it is autumn, the willow branches have not changed color and are still green, but not as tender.

"Sure, why did you fold it?" she asked.

Lu Ci also let go of her hand and ran over, "You'll know soon."

Relying on his height, Lu Ci easily broke off two willow branches and picked some small wild flowers along the way.

Xie Xingran probably guessed what he was going to do, and asked for confirmation:

"You want to make two wreaths?"

Lu Ci also nodded heavily: "Yes! But I only make one. One willow branch is a little short, so two willow branches are just right."

It goes without saying who this one is for.

The two held hands and walked leisurely for half an hour.

Finally, they arrived under the osmanthus tree. Lu Ci also climbed up the tree and picked a lot of osmanthus flowers to decorate the wreath.

The dark clouds dispersed, and the light in front of me suddenly became bright, with fine pieces of sunlight scattered all over the ground.

The man under the tree held the wreath in his hands and carefully placed it on the head of the woman in front of him, and stroked the hair by her ears with his fingers.

Their eyes met, and there was tenderness and love in both of them.

—

On the way back, they met several old people sitting under a tree enjoying the cool air and chatting.

They didn't ride bikes this time, but walked straight through a group of elderly people.

This is really a difficult problem that is worth asking netizens for help.