I'm a substitute for my wife's Bai Yueguang...

I was floating in the darkness, thousands of star trails passed by me at the speed of light, my memory seemed to be rearranged in an instant, and then stopped at a time node, suddenly a dazzling white light pierced the darkness, The light spreads in all directions, and the star trails are also submerged in the surging dazzling light...

I opened my eyes.

There was a white ceiling in front of me. I lowered my head, and the quilt on my body was also white. I had slept for a long time, and my legs and shoulders were a little sore... I was just about to turn over and change positions, when I suddenly felt that my right hand was being pressed by a force .

I pulled down the quilt that blocked my view with my left hand, turned my face to look, a pair of bony hands were holding me, I saw the familiar profile of his face, and he was resting on his arm.

This time I hesitated and didn't call him out.I took a closer look at the surrounding environment, and it was the military hospital. I saw the printed red letters on the cup beside the bed.

But with the lessons learned from the past, I still dare not rashly determine which age stage I am in now. I stretched out my left hand and raised it in front of my eyes. I saw the calluses on the palm of my hand, and then I was relieved.

This is the cocoon that I have worn out from my long-term practice of pull-ups, that is to say, the current me is the real current me.

My wife seemed to have noticed my movement, and he took out his left hand that was under my hand and sat up straight while rubbing his eyes.

I saw the wedding ring on the ring finger of his left hand at a glance. His hand was blocked just now so I didn't see it.

My wife stared at me blankly and froze, as if he couldn't believe everything in front of him.

I looked at him and smiled, "Honey, I'm back."

My wife held my hand tightly and couldn't answer.

I sat up from the bed and saw the bloodshot eyes in his eyes at a close distance. His complexion looked haggard. I reached out and touched his face in distress, "My wife..."

My wife's tears flowed onto my hands all at once, and before I could wipe his tears away, he suddenly rushed over and hugged me.

He lay on my shoulder and sobbed softly, like a child who has been wronged but is desperately enduring it.

"Hey, don't cry, don't cry..." I patted his back lightly, just like he did to me before.

He gradually stopped crying, and his breathing gradually stabilized in my ears.

"Wife, do you miss me very much, hehe, you miss me so much that you cry..." I kept running my hands along his back and said cheerfully.

My wife pressed her cheek against my neck and wiped her tears all over my neck.

"Hahahahaha, it's so itchy..." I shrank my neck with a smile, and didn't dodge it, I couldn't bear it.

"Yan Minqi," my wife lay next to my ear, with obvious grievances in her voice, "Don't leave me, you promised me, we will never be separated..."

"Well, I'm fine," I coaxed him in a gentle tone, just like he coaxed me before, "It's okay, my wife, it's okay, how can I be willing to leave you..."

My wife didn't let go of me, and I knew the feeling of being afraid of waking up, so I hugged him back hard to make him realize that it wasn't a dream.

It was a long time before he let go of me as we were falling asleep in each other's arms.

"I'll call the doctor." My wife got up and was about to leave, but I grabbed his hand.

"Let's go later." I held his hand, stroking his knuckles with my fingertips.

He looked down at me with a gentle smile in his eyes, "What's wrong?"

"I want to be alone with you for a while longer." I pulled him back to my side, wrapped my hands around his waist, and pressed my face against his abdomen.

He raised his hand and gently stroked my head, then pinched my hair with his fingers, "Your hair has grown long, it's time to get a haircut when you go back."

"Honey, how long have I been asleep?" I raised my head and looked at him and asked.

"One and a half months." My wife replied, stroking my face.

"It's been so long..." I recalled the time in my mind, "I thought I was dead... Oh, it hurts, my wife, take it easy..."

My wife let go of the hand that pinched my face, and he looked at me fiercely, "You are not allowed to say unlucky words."

"Wow, good wife, I won't say it again..." I blinked my eyes and looked at him aggrievedly, "My wife, you are so fierce..."

My wife leaned over and kissed me on the forehead, then raised her hand and gave me a dick.

"Woooooo..." I covered my forehead and pretended to be in pain.

"It seems that you are really okay," my wife was amused, "you have the strength to pretend to me."

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Wife I pretended, it really hurts, I will not hurt if you kiss me again." I hugged my wife again.

My wife didn't let me go this time. He lowered his head and sniffed my hair, then pretended to stay away in disgust and said, "Why does it smell bad..."

I raised my head suddenly, pushed my wife away, then lowered my head and grabbed my hospital gown and started to smell it crazily. I rubbed my scalp with my hands, and then immediately put my hands in front of my nose to smell , I looked at my wife suspiciously, "Really...why didn't I smell it? Are you lying to me?"

"Hahahaha..." My wife laughed, and he laughed so happily.

I knew my wife was teasing me, but seeing him smile like this made me feel relieved.

"I just wiped your body, changed your clothes, and washed your hair. Why does it smell bad, stupid dog." My wife said.

"Woo, wife, you have worked hard during this time..." I looked at him with tears in my eyes.

"Don't cry for me," my wife pinched my nose and lifted my head at 45 degrees, "Hold it back."

"Pfft ha ha ha ha..." I laughed until I choked on my own saliva, and my wife quickly let go of me.

I coughed and laughed, and my wife patted my back and couldn't help laughing too.

It's so good, I thought to myself, it's so good to play and play with my wife every day.

After the comprehensive examination, the doctor took a look at the report card and film, said that all my indicators were relatively good, and asked whether we should continue to be hospitalized or go home to rest.

"Doctor, it means I can be discharged from the hospital, right!" I asked excitedly, I don't want to stay in the hospital anymore.

"Yes, the hospitalization is just to observe the situation. We have been paying attention to you during the time when you were unconscious. Except for unconsciousness, other body functions are functioning normally, so in fact, you have basically no other problems when you wake up this time. " said the doctor.

It turned out that the bullet didn't hit my heart, but passed through the side.I don't want to think about whether the man was shaken the moment he fired the gun. No matter what, he still betrayed us.

"Then I'm leaving the hospital! Doctor! I want to go home!" I said impatiently.

"When you get home, you must pay attention to what you eat. You can take a walk, but you can't do any high-intensity exercise. You must be careful not to jump to avoid the wound from cracking. When you take a bath, you should still avoid the wound to avoid inflammation." The doctor warned, "No If you touch water carefully, remember to disinfect around the wound."

My wife and I nodded to show we understand.

In the afternoon, we went through the discharge procedures, and the higher authorities arranged a special car to take us home.

When I got home, I started undressing as soon as I walked in the door.

"What are you doing?" My wife said, grabbing my collar.

"Wuuu wife, I want to take a bath..." I looked at him pitifully.

My wife frowned slightly, "I wiped your body every day in the hospital, it's not dirty."

"No, I just want to take a hot bath..." I blinked at him and said sapo.

My wife took a look at me, and then compromised, "Then use the bathtub, I brushed it, you go in and drain the water first, and I will wash it for you later."

So I went into the bathroom and ran the water while I waited for my wife to come.

The water was almost full, I took off my clothes and sat in the bathtub, the warm water was just up to my waist.

My wife came in wearing a bathrobe, and he moved a small stool, let me lie on the edge of the bathtub with my head up, and took the shower to wash my hair.

The shampoo revealed bubbles, and he gently rubbed my scalp with his fingertips, and I was so comfortable that I was about to fall asleep.

"Honey, I'll wash it for you next time too." I said with a smile.

"No need." My wife refused briskly.

"Hey, give me a chance to show off, I'll definitely make you comfortable..." I said.

"..." My wife stopped moving, and he turned on the shower to wash my hair.

"Ah, hot, hot, hot..." I called out.

The water temperature cooled down immediately, and I heard my wife holding back her laughter.

"You didn't do it on purpose, did you?" I opened my eyes and looked at my wife.

"Close your eyes." My wife raised the shower to the hair in front of me.

I immediately closed my eyes obediently, I was afraid that he would rush at me.

Then my wife carefully cleaned the area around the wound, and then he took a bath towel and roughly wrapped me up, telling me to get out.

No wonder my wife is so fierce to me, because my bottom is hard, and its outline can be seen through the bath towel.

After drying my hair I wrapped myself in a towel across the study and into our bedroom.

Long time no see, I said softly to the air.

"Come here, help change the sheets and covers." My wife walked behind me, he opened the cabinet, and took out new bedding.

"Didn't you come back to live these few days?" I took it and asked.

"Come back once in a while," my wife replied.

"Then where do you sleep?" I saw that there was not even a quilt on the bed.

"Sofa," my wife replied.

"No, then how can I sleep well," I said while making the bed, "I must let you sleep in my soft arms tonight."

My wife automatically ignored my native language, he turned around and took out the quilt from the cabinet and put it on the bed, then took the quilt cover and threw it on my face, "Help me cover the quilt."

"I'll help you with the quilt now, can you help me with the quilt at night?" I asked confusedly.

My wife raised her eyebrows, and finally couldn't take it anymore, he looked at me, "Yan Minqi, why did you become so dirty when you woke up?"

"This is not soil, this is my love for you, wife." I said after putting on the quilt.

"From the very beginning, you were clamoring to take a bath, and I felt something was wrong," my wife looked at me, "Yan Minqi, the doctor said that you can't do strenuous exercise during this time."

"Honey, let's not be violent, let's slow down." I blinked and looked at him pitifully.

"You sleep on the sofa tonight." My wife said coldly.

I was kicked out of the bedroom by my wife, I walked through the study room with a thin quilt in my arms, hey, I stopped in my tracks, this little box in the shelf compartment looks familiar...

I carried the quilt over my right shoulder and reached out to take off my wife's treasure box.

The keyhole of the wooden box turned out to be heart-shaped... I suddenly remembered something, and I immediately looked up and down the box carefully. Although it has been polished smooth and shiny as a whole, I can still vaguely see it. Seeing some shallow nicks, I can see its original appearance in my mind...

"Brother, think about what to decorate."

"Let me think about it... keep it secret for now."

"Brother, if the whole world is regarded as a star, for a person who travels from the future, is the world he sees now the same as seeing the real world through a telescope? Starlight."

"But starlight is intangible."

"Brother, at the beginning of next month, the wisteria should bloom."

"I still have unused vacation, I can come and watch with you then."

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"Baby, don't worry about gains and losses, I won't abandon you."

There was a sound of stomping footsteps on the board, and my wife came out of the bedroom, "What are you doing?"

I turned around in a daze and looked at my wife.

"What's the matter? I don't want to sleep on the sofa..." My wife walked towards me, and then she looked down and saw the box in my hand.

He looked up at me and found that my eyes were red. He wiped my eyes with his hand, and asked amusedly, "Why are you still wronged?"

My eyes couldn't help being sore, my chest was so oppressed that I couldn't breathe, I clutched the box tightly with both hands, and my body trembled a little.

"What's wrong, baby, why are you crying like this..." My wife took a tissue from the bookshelf to wipe my tears and nose, and he took off the quilt from my shoulders and put it on the chair next to me.

While coaxing me, he asked, "Don't you want to sleep on the sofa? Do you want to sleep in the bedroom? Stop crying baby, let's go back to the bedroom and sleep, okay..."

I blew my nose hard, then looked at my wife, "Wife, have you ever used the phone number xxxxxxxx..."

My wife was taken aback, and he looked at me in astonishment, and then replied, "Yes."

My tears fell more fiercely, "Did I give you this box..."

My wife stopped wiping my tears, he stared blankly into my eyes, and nodded slowly in disbelief.

"Then did you send me the wrong test book... Did we make an appointment to see the wisteria together... We also watched the stars together... You... came to our school... and called me The phone...is...I..." I cried more and more fiercely, I was out of breath and couldn't utter a complete sentence.

Tears also rolled down my wife's cheeks, rolling down from the edge of his jaw line one by one. His tears flowed more fiercely than mine, but he actually smiled at me with his eyes bent.

I couldn't bear it anymore, I rushed forward and hugged him tightly, as if hugging a solid starlight.

"It turned out that it wasn't a dream... We met back then... It really wasn't a dream..." I held the gift I gave him when I was in the third year of high school in my left hand, and whispered softly in his ear.

The secret my wife kept hidden in my heart was finally known to me, like the stars at night finally shining in the daytime, he lay on my shoulder and finally cried aloud.

This is the first time I heard his cry, not quiet tears, not soft sobs, he finally seemed to be unable to restrain his emotions, he fell on my shoulder and wept, like a bird that has suffered many grievances The stray cat finally found its own home.

Underworld Photon

Don't cry, there is a special episode.In addition, if you don't understand much, you can read "Roommate Gay Me Using Quantum Mechanics Everyday" next door, which is of the same type.Finally, thank you for your company along the way!It is your love and support that I, a short story writer, have been writing here. Thank you very much!Love you guys! !