Every day after the marriage, I prepare a funeral for my husband

The coastline is dotted with hundreds of lights, looking out from the window of the attic, against the tranquility of the night.

Dianchen retracted his gaze, stretched his long legs, a long and ordinary bench made him feel like a pear blossom high-back carved chair.

"……do not move."

Gu Qiao's warm fingertips caressed the man's forehead, lifted his black hair, and gently stuck the gauze on it.

On a midsummer night, the sea breeze can't take away much heat.

Dianchen looked at Gu Qiao's trembling eyelashes, gently wrapped his right hand around his waist, brought him a step forward, and asked, "I was disfigured by you, how do you want to pay?"

Gu Qiao's heart was beating, but he couldn't tell what it was like.

In such a late night, being looked at by such a pair of beautiful eyes for such a long time, it would be a lie to say that Gu Qiao didn't have any throbbing.

What's more, the owner of those eyes is Dianchen.

"I've dealt with it for you. There will be no scars. How can I compensate you?"

Perhaps given a little more time, he would be able to discern the vague premonition in his heart, but Gu Qiao intuitively thought that leaving immediately was the best choice.

He turned around, reached out to lift the tray, and walked back, saying, "You can see it too, I'm tight."

Dianchen looked at the small attic slowly, although it was narrow, it was tidy and tidy, so he said casually: "Indeed."

Gu Qiao: "I'm so poor that I can hardly afford food."

Dianchen raised his eyebrows: "Oh, amazing."

Gu Qiao: "..."

He finally had to make it clear: "Ten taels for medicine, ten taels for handwork. Also, ten taels for that pot."

In the end, he dug a hole for himself to jump in, only to hear Dianchen's taunt coming from behind: "Oh, it happens that I'm still a little dizzy, I'll stay with you tonight, and you can pay an extra nursing fee tomorrow." Twelve."

Gu Qiao turned around and said expressionlessly, "Why don't you stay at the inn?"

The answer I got was: "All my money has been taken away, what do you think?"

Gu Qiao choked, thinking that this person has become a liar and does not write drafts now, the sixth prince of Dayan, a dignified general, can't even find a room?

But it was too late to think about it at this time. Although Dianchen came here for the first time, he was as relaxed as if he had returned to his own home. He got up and walked to the inner room, saying: "Help me find a change of clothes, It's too hot and I can't sleep without a bath."

The man's tone was too natural, only for a moment, Gu Qiao was in a daze, as if they were still in the Prince's Mansion, he subconsciously said "um", and turned to search.

It wasn't until he took two steps that Gu Qiao came to his senses. Turning around suddenly, he saw that Dianchen had already lifted the curtain of the inner room. Under the light, his slender and beautiful eyes looked even more deep and abnormal, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, as if he was in a good mood.

"Gu Qiao, you are much more virtuous now, you were like a lunatic before."

Gu Qiao was startled, wishing he could kick the man out of the window, and said angrily, "I'll give you the money, you go out and live."

"So generous."

Dian Chen smiled: "Do I need to remind you that your money is tight now?"

"Anyway, you can't sleep here." Gu Qiao's tone was not kind, and he went looking for money.

"reason?"

"This is my home, no outsiders are accepted."

As soon as the words fell, Dianchen's expression suddenly turned cold, and his voice was low and cold: "A foreigner? Don't forget, I am your benefactor."

"you!"

Gu Qiao looked back angrily, only to see that Dianchen's long leg had already crossed the threshold, but he stood there and did not move forward.

But what stopped him was just a baby.

"Yeah, yo..."

The baby raised his face, looked at this strange man with dark eyes, and suddenly stopped murmuring.

Dianchen stared at the child playing with his little feet on the bed, his slightly thin lips were tightly pursed, and his jaw line was also tense.It was obvious that the warm candle was on his side, but he seemed to be frozen, and the fingers holding the curtain were even a little stiff.

There is a small windmill on the bed, colorful colors, it is the baby's favorite thing.

After a while, the chubby hand grabbed the little windmill and slowly moved towards Dianchen, as if inviting him to play together.

"..."

A gust of soft night wind blows, and Gu Qiao's heart suddenly feels sore that he wants to cry.

In those difficult days, the baby suffered no less than him, but he never cried or made trouble.Then order a little guy, it's like knowing that Gu Qiao is carrying it alone... So, he doesn't cry.

Because he is everything in his little world.

If he collapses, he thinks that he has no one to rely on anymore, but that is not the case, no...

Gu Qiao took a deep breath, calmed down, and finally turned around to prepare clothes and hot water.

Even just for one night, he doesn't want to think about the caution, suspicion, judgment, and other emotions that have been engraved in his bones...

Dianchen seemed a little unsure how to respond, and after sitting down by the bed, he didn't move for a long time.

It wasn't until the baby stuffed the windmill into his hand that he seemed to react, smiled slightly, and turned the windmill around the pierced head.

As the airflow passed by, the windmill turned into rainbow-like colors, and the baby exclaimed happily: "Wow..."

The charcoal fire in the stove sizzled. Standing by the stove, Gu Qiao felt the long-lost safety in his heart—because he didn't have to worry about the baby falling off the bed if he didn't care.

This sadness is the only thing he has been unable to do for a long time.

Those who have never raised a child alone probably cannot understand what it was like when he was sitting in the attic full of paste...

But today, he is like a general with enough food and grass, just rush forward.

The hot water was ready in a short while, Gu Qiao lifted the curtain to look, and saw the baby lying on the bed, apparently already familiar with Dianchen.

He raised a small hand, stared at him, Dianchen leaned down and kissed the white and tender palm: "Oh~"

The baby liked such an exaggerated voice, so he excitedly raised his other hand, Dianchen did as he did, and kissed the back of his hand again: "Oh~"

"Giggle~" The baby smiled, and immediately raised his finger to his eyes, kissed, then the nose, kissed, eyes, kissed, forehead...

Gu Qiao looked at it for a long time, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and his voice became softer: "Come and wash, pay attention to the wound on the forehead, don't get wet."

Maybe it's been a long time since he used such a tone to Dianchen, and he himself is not used to it.

And Dianchen's gaze flickered for a moment, he didn't speak for a moment, he gently put the windmill next to the baby, and then turned to look at him.

At this moment, Gu Qiao thought that Dianchen would say something, but the man just paused, then stood up and said, "Okay."

The night was as deep as ink, and warm lamps were lit in this small attic. Gu Qiao went to hug the baby up, and when he was about to put him to sleep, he heard a man calling him: "Gu Qiao."

"Ok?"

Dianchen opened the curtain, facing the candlelight with dark and deep eyes, whispered: "When I'm taking a bath, don't run away, I don't want to see you when I come out..."

Gu Qiao opened his lips slightly, but he didn't know how to respond.

Seeing this, the man waved his hand gently, and the sultry wind blew his black hair slightly, and the slender body disappeared behind the curtain in the next second.

After a while, there was the sound of "squeaking" water flowing.

Gu Qiao's heart seemed to be soaked in warm water.

Once in Hongfu Temple, Gu Qiao borrowed Dianchen's middle coat to wear, but tonight he just switched roles. God seemed to have played a joke on them. In some things, he became more and more like the old man. He, and he is.

He walked out of that golden cage, and he went in.

……

"The baby seems to be asleep..."

After bathing, Dianchen sat cross-legged on the bed, wearing a slightly smaller white coat, which outlined the slender body more clearly.

Gu Qiao took an absorbent towel, sat behind him, wiped his wet black hair, and said, "Then you put him inside."

Dianchen was reluctant to let go, but turned around and lowered his voice: "What's the baby's name?"

Uh, Gu Qiao was a little awkward: "I won't tell you."

After the reunion, Dian Chen always looked at Gu Qiao with a half-smile, with suspicious ridicule and teasing.

But looking back at this moment, Gu Qiao saw the man's dark eyes flowing, and a very faint smile on his lips. It seemed that this was the real smile: "Gu Qiao, with your level of education, you can't come up with a good name?"

Gu Qiao: "..."

He threw the towel on Dianchen's face.

In fact, he has always felt that the gentle and jade-like expression before is the most suitable for Dianchen, or the cold and quiet silence is fine, even if it is gritting his teeth when he is furious, it is better than the current one. Sometimes it makes Gu Qiao feel in a trance that he is talking to a bum.

But it seems that a long time ago, Gu Qiao vaguely felt that if Dianchen hadn't lived in Hongfu Temple for a long time, he must be a member of the Playboy Association...

So, I have to feel sorry for my broken mouth again.

After Gu Qiao finished washing the baby's clothes and checked the doors and windows, Dianchen and the baby had already fallen asleep.

The oil lamp was blown out, but there was still an orange light from a candle beside the bed, and the profile of the man was quietly hidden in the dim shadow.

At this moment, Gu Qiao was suddenly a little dazed.

I thought that they would just disappear forever like that, until finally they were released back into the human sea, but what is the situation now?First, the previous hangover indulgence, and then, at this moment, the man is sleeping on his bed again.

well.No solution.

In the end, Gu Qiao lay down gently on the other side. The room was too quiet, and there were only two steady breathing sounds beside his ears. One was the baby, and the other was the baby's father...

Gu Qiao didn't know when he fell asleep, but in the middle of the night, a warm breath suddenly hit the back of his neck, lingering and lingering.

He snorted, his voice was vague, in fact, he didn't even know what he said, his body instinctively squeezed in, for fear of crushing the baby.

But the people behind him were not relentless, and only paused for a moment before posting them again.

Gu Qiao finally woke up gradually. The room was pitch black, with no light at all. He could feel Dianchen's breath close to his ears, so clear and distinct, echoing in the night.

And also clear are the man's kisses, one after another in the darkness, falling on Gu Qiao's neck continuously, with a clear herbal smell...

Gu Qiao let out a low gasp.

After realizing that he was awake, the man squeezed his hand tightly, and said in a low voice: "I found out last time, you have a milky smell on you..."

Gu Qiao: "..."

What to say?

After a moment of silence, he finally muttered cautiously: "Don't you think I'm unclean?"

"I'd forget about it if you didn't mention it. If you dare to sell yourself again, No. [-], just wait for your head to be twisted off and boiled in egg drop soup."

"..."

"Think of me as a display?" As soon as the words finished, Gu Qiao was turned over, the man kissed his lips, and rubbed hard: "Don't use your bones here, I will take care of you if you lack money."

Gu Qiao was a little out of breath, and he didn't know where to put his hands, but he still choked: "Leave all your money to Nan Su, I can pick up garbage and eat by myself, haha, it's delicious!"

Dian Chen: "..."

According to his temper, he could actually carry Gu Qiao downstairs and pick up some rubbish for him to eat, but he moved his mouth and wanted to say something, but he couldn't seem to find the right words.

When Gu Qiao was boiling water before, when he was wandering around with the baby in his arms, he found a box in a drawer, picked out a letter at random, and saw that it read:

On the ninth day of October, Ah Yao, I picked up a lot of mushrooms today, so I won’t be hungry tomorrow.Did you see, I can take care of myself now.

On the tenth day of October, the taste is good.

On the tenth day of October, the mushroom was poisoned. Fortunately, the baby was born.

On October [-]th, it should not be baked, so I made it again, and it was even more delicious.

October [-], that, mushroom poisoning...

At that time, Dianchen laughed out loud, but when he was smiling, a sour feeling suddenly entered his swollen eye sockets just in time.

The man who wrote this text was once called Nan Su...

After a long silence, Dianchen took him into his arms and was silent for a while before saying, "Gu Qiao, do you know that the thing I regret most is treating you like an adult..."

In the past, Gu Qiao was often unable to find a way out in pain and helplessness, just like the branch in the temple that replaced the incense, burning slowly while praying for salvation, but, compared to the comfort of the gods, he wanted to throw himself into his arms Cry bitterly.

In fact, he is not grown up.

He just didn't have the chance to be a kid again.