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

"Ccrunch."

The wooden bed shook slightly.

The sound insulation in the attic is not very good, and there is a little guy sleeping next to him, but he is not a good person, with picturesque features, but naked.

Gu Qiao clasped his shoulders tightly, and heard his heavy breathing—in fact, it was his own, entangled and blended in the quiet and dark night, deep and clear.

"Together?"

A few gasps were caught by his fingers, Gu Qiao buried himself in his neck and refused to leave, his cheeks were blushing, and his nails dug deep into his shoulders.

The weather is calm, but the man's body is ups and downs.

At the moment when he was ambiguous, he really dared to say anything, Gu Qiao pressed the back of his head tightly, and said in a suppressed way: "Dianchen, I love you so much...Dianchen..."

"I love you too."

Beads of sweat oozed out, and the bright moonlight fell from his body.Gu Qiao raised his red eyes, and when the eyes met, the body temperature was already cold, but the kiss he gave was still hot...

In the early morning of the next day, a few beams of sunlight penetrated through the cracks in the curtains.

Gu Qiao slowly opened his eyes, he could hear the sound of the waves, distant and peaceful.

Dianchen's breathing was close behind his ears, and he still maintained the posture before falling asleep last night, with one arm firmly around his side waist.

Gu Qiao smiled softly, stretched out his slender fingers, and stroked along those few green blood vessels...

"Ow~"

After hearing this little voice, Gu Qiao was startled and suddenly woke up.

I saw the baby lying on the pillow, still obediently waiting for him to get up, but today the little guy's expression is a bit deep, and his fists are clenched tightly, looking at the two naked people very seriously: "Light... bare ass fart…"

Gu Qiao: "..."

That, kid, don't talk nonsense.

The baby crawled over and looked at Dianchen curiously, as if he couldn't understand why this person hugged his father.But suddenly remembered that after the man played with him on the windmill last night, the baby suddenly realized, and started to shout: "Yeah, let's play..."

Gu Qiao thought for a while, pressed the baby to sit down, and whispered: "You can't play with strangers, do you understand?"

The baby frowned in doubt, and continued to crawl over: "Play!"

Gu Qiao quickly hooped the baby into his arms and threatened, "He steals children and can eat people!"

Dian Chen: "..."

Feeling a piercing gaze from behind him, Gu Qiao turned his head and saw that Dianchen was already awake, looking at him expressionlessly.

Gu Qiao was taken aback, and the corners of his mouth tightened, "Well, get dressed."

……

After a while, the aroma of food wafted from the attic.

Golden poached eggs, burnt on the outside and tender on the inside, small wontons, thin skins wrapped with plump fillings, crystal clear, hot steam steaming up, the aroma is tempting——

Of course, none of this has anything to do with Gu Qiao.

When he cleaned up the messy bed and came out of the inner room with the baby in his arms, breakfast was already on the table.

After putting down the apron casually, Dianchen turned around and looked at him and the baby quietly, without saying a word, there was a very faint light turning faintly in the dark eyes, as if there was a strange power, which made people feel at ease.

Gu Qiao's cooking skills are really not up to the table, although the baby usually doesn't complain, but after smelling it, he immediately said anxiously: "Hungry, eat!"

However, Gu Qiao stood there for a long time without passing.

What does it mean to be bitten by a snake once and be afraid of well ropes for ten years?When you are pregnant with Liujia, fleeing for your life in a desolate wild forest, behind you are countless pursuers and the blood spurting from the throat of the person who loves you...

Then you will understand.

Suddenly, Gu Qiao raised his head and said, "Dianchen, let's go."

Dianchen took a deep look at him and said, "I'm going back to the north in two days, you go with me." After speaking, he turned back to get a small spoon, obviously already familiar with the arrangement of the stove.

"No."

Gu Qiao almost refused without thinking.

Dianchen paused slightly, didn't look back, just squinted his eyes and asked, "What do you mean by not?"

I already had a premonition in my heart, and sure enough, I heard Gu Qiao say the next moment: "I don't want to have anything to do with you, and I don't want to fall into the swamp again. Dianchen, you go, I have survived those days, and now I have Without you, it's not that important to me anymore."

Dianchen tightened his fingers, and said in a cold voice, "Then what happened last night?"

Gu Qiao lowered his eyes slowly, and muttered in a low voice: "I'll treat you as a free massage stick..." The voice was so small that even he couldn't hear it.

As soon as the words fell, a burst of vigor suddenly struck.

Gu Qiao was taken aback, and quickly raised his head to look up, his gaze met Dianchen's, and he saw a piercing chill in the man's dark eyes.

"What did you just say, say it again?"

Dianchen's chest heaved violently, and he was really angry, not only angry with Gu Qiao, but more angry with himself.It's like being bewitched, a ghost is obsessed with the mind, only to be provoked to anger again and again, but to compromise again and again.

Just like last night, he was crying in his arms so weakly, he didn't even want to care about certain things in the past year, so even the kiss was deliberately soft, lest he would be wronged again...

However, Gu Qiao paused for a moment, then said awkwardly, "Otherwise? If I say I love you, will you believe me?"

"Gu Qiao!"

Dianchen raised his hand and wanted to give him a hand, but he held back after all, turned his head and wanted to overturn those trays to vent his anger, but found that the baby was looking at him.

He took a deep breath and said with restraint: "You don't have to say these words to provoke me, it's pointless." There was no slight fluctuation in his voice.

Gu Qiao knew very well that the calmer the man's voice, the more angry he would be, but he still gritted his teeth and boldly said, "Honestly, you're better at work than other men. I also had some..." last night. Kai Dianchen's eyes became colder, and he continued: "I'm a little lonely. In fact, I also have needs. Otherwise, there are so many ways to survive, why would I want to sell myself..."

He said that the Sixth Prince of Yan in front of him was really like a tool to expel the emptiness and drive away the cold, and before he finished speaking, he was already startled.

But Dianchen stopped but didn't speak, even Meifeng didn't move.

The whole room fell into a long, dull silence.

After a long time, Gu Qiao saw Dianchen pick up his coat and walk towards the door with a slender body: "I'm leaving, you can do it yourself."

Looking at Dianchen's back, the baby scratched forward vigorously with his small hand, but after seeing Gu Qiao's face, the baby withdrew his hand again.

"Woooo..."

He arched into Gu Qiao's arms, grabbed Gu Qiao's arm and began to pat himself, murmuring: "...don't cry...baby don't cry..."

……

Fuyungang is full of life in the morning. On the Qipan Street along the coast, there are fresh fish and shrimps, shouting gradually, and there are noisy people everywhere.

"Xing'er, come to drink the medicine."

After feeding the baby and drinking the medicine, Gu Qiao soaked the sheets changed last night into the wooden basin, and after a while, he started to wash them as if nothing had happened.

In fact, there is nothing wrong with what he said to Dianchen.

The compromise last night was indeed mostly due to the fragility of his heart. When he was in a state of confusion, he even thought, just go on like this, just go on loving like this, regardless of any consequences and destinations.

But now he is not alone, he still has a baby, can he still have the courage to witness another loss?

Moreover, he also felt awkward, with some kind of grievance, mixed with disgraceful shame - another person has been inserted between them, oh no, or it should be said, he inserted between them...

While washing and washing, Gu Qiao felt his nose sore, and the bed sheet in his hand became more and more blurred in the tears.

Thousands of thoughts flooded his mind, he bit his lips tightly, and washed harder and harder, at this moment, he only heard footsteps coming from outside the door——

"Pop, plop, plop."

For some reason, Gu Qiao's cold heart suddenly tightened. He unconsciously raised his ears and frowned slightly, as if preparing for a more ruthless rejection.

"Mr. Gu, it's me!"

Oh, it's the landlord.

Gu Qiao lowered his eyes, suddenly laughed at himself, adjusted his expression, got up and went to open the door.

Earlier, because Gu Qiao was leaving Fuyungang, he had notified the landlord in advance to cancel the rent, but he did not specify the time.It turned out that someone was coming to see the attic, so the landlord wanted to ask Gu Qiao when he would move out.

But after Dianchen left in a cold heart, Gu Qiao actually didn't have to move any more, he didn't want to give up on Sister Hua's connections easily.

After talking for a while, Gu Qiao said, "Brother Zhou, I'm still renting it, so I'll trouble you to make a trip."

The landlord reconfirmed: "Are you really still renting it?" There were spider webs and dust everywhere in the attic, but Gu Qiao picked it up in an orderly manner. Of course, he wanted to continue renting it to Gu Qiao.

Gu Qiao nodded: "Well, after the expiration next month, I will give you next year's rent."

After the landlord left, Gu Qiao stood at the door, his eyes gradually became cold, but there was a flash of tenacity.

——The things that are dispensable are all from nothing.

—He survived in his absence.

Thinking of this, Gu Qiao closed the door, took two deep breaths, turned around and was about to continue cleaning, when he saw the baby sitting on a small bench, holding a windmill in his hand, with his little head hanging down.

"Why aren't you happy?" Gu Qiao knelt down and patted his little head: "Will Daddy play windmills with you later?"

The baby looked up at him, and smiled slowly, showing a row of small teeth: "Well, just play..."

After washing the sheets, Gu Qiao hugged the baby in one hand and went downstairs to the clothes drying place with the barrel in the other.

After wringing out the water, he unfolded the heavy quilt with a "swish", shook it, hung it on a thin rope, and smoothed every wrinkle carefully.

After finishing, Gu Qiao wiped the sweat from his forehead, only to feel pain in the waist, and when he was about to pick up the wooden bucket, he suddenly heard a "pop" sound from behind.

He turned his head and saw that the old string was broken, and the freshly washed sheets fell on the ground, stained with dirty dirt.

"..."

Gu Qiao took a deep breath, ready to pick it up and wash it again.

But the moment he squatted down, a plague broke out in his heart, and he kicked the wooden barrel hard. Unexpectedly, the wooden barrel turned over in a circle, and he slipped and fell heavily on the ground...

When he sat up, Gu Qiao raised his hand to have a look, only to see that the skin on the lower edge of the palm was scratched, and the blood oozes out, causing burning pain.

Unknowingly, big tears fell down.

Gu Qiao immediately wiped it away stubbornly, and when he was about to get up, he saw a pair of small hands pulling his palms towards him, blowing vigorously, while comforting anxiously: "...it doesn't hurt...fufu, Daddy doesn't hurt..."

The scorching sun was in the sky, and it was so bright that people couldn't open their eyes. Gu Qiao hugged the baby tightly into his arms, and smiled with red eyes: "Ah, the baby's whirring really works, it really doesn't hurt at all!"

Xing'er, Daddy is your sun, why does it hurt?

……

At dusk, the sunset glow in the sky is like a piece of crimson fallen leaves falling to the surface of the sea, a piece of golden color.

After dinner, Gu Qiao packed up the tableware, and played with the baby around the dining table with windmills.

"Xing'er, come and catch me~"

Gu Qiao ran slowly ahead with the windmill, and the small windmill whirled.

The baby was chasing after him with his little hands open, and the giggling sound of the baby's milk was so heart-wrenching, he really looked like a little girl.

"I can't run anymore, I can't run anymore."

Gu Qiao pretended to be exhausted, squatted down, hugged the baby who was running towards him into his arms, and said with a smile, "Daddy can't run anymore, the little windmill can't turn, what should I do?"

Can't turn?

The baby grabbed the small windmill and was startled. After breaking free from Gu Qiao's embrace, he supported the small bench.

Seeing that little butt pouted, he pushed the bench to the window, and the little guy climbed up tremblingly on the pedals, watching Gu Qiao's heart beating violently, tensing his muscles to be ready at any time, but Afraid he would fall.

Unexpectedly, the baby stood on tiptoe at this moment, turned the windmill towards the sea, and laughed happily: "Turn around!"

As if this is a magical spell, a gust of sea breeze blows, and immediately blows the small windmill again, without any effort at all~

"..."

Gu Qiao's expression suddenly became not very smart. For some reason, he felt that his IQ had been insulted...

"Wow~~"

The baby suddenly cried out.

His eyes were barely higher than the window sill, and he didn't know what he saw, and suddenly he jumped up excitedly, without realizing that he was standing on the bench.

Little ancestor!

Gu Qiao flew away, took the baby into his arms, and looked out in shock——

In the distance, Zhuxia in the evening sky is shining brightly, while the long street nearby is colorful, and countless small windmills decorate this coastline into a long colorful forging.

At this time, all the passers-by crowded the street in shock. Looking up, they saw a rainbow of seven colors, starting directly in front of Guqiao's attic and stretching across ten miles.

"call--"

When the sea breeze blows, thousands of windmills are turning together, rustling, and the colors are brilliant, almost dizzy into a big circle of light...

Dianchen was standing downstairs, handsome, upright, the light illuminated the dimples around his lips.

"Gu Qiao!"

Feng sent a love letter to Gu Qiao, as if he was also acting as a lobbyist for the man.

"It used to be you who wanted to take my heart away, but now it's fine. I can't fall in love with anyone else except you! Whether it's a destined match or a ghost's obsession, Gu Qiao, I want you all my life." Already!"

Their love is taboo.

Even when they were a well-behaved couple, they could only secretly count down the countdown to love under the pressure of the world, fearing that people would know or laugh at them.

But at this moment, the man was standing downstairs, holding a candied haws, his eyes were slightly red, and he shouted: "I will protect your edges and corners, I will let you and the baby be children, and I will protect you with my life." ! Gu Qiao, what can you do if you just believe me once? Have I ever lied to you!?"

What is love?The sun, the moon, the stars, the rain and the sunset.

If more specific?Everything is you, there is no hiding.

Gu Qiao's pupils trembled, feeling the gazes of the people around him, he took a step back unconsciously, afraid that there might be spies in the middle.

Seeing him retreat, Dianchen took a step forward, raised his face and shouted: "Gu Qiao, can you look at your own heart?"

Gu Qiao, trust me, trust me...

The answer he had been looking for was right in front of him, but Gu Qiao felt his knees were sore and his whole body was weak.

He half-opened his lips, wanting to say something, but couldn't open his mouth after all, but closed the window suddenly, and hurriedly avoided the sight of the world.

With a sound of "bang", Dianchen looked at the closed window, and sorrow seeped out from those eyes that were lacquered like dots of ink.

Oh, he still didn't want him.

Slowly, the man weakly lowered the hand holding the candied haws.

The ten-mile windmill was still rustling, and there was clearly only a window between the two of them. The distance was so close, but it felt so far away...

Time passed by every minute and every second. Gradually, most of the crowd of onlookers dispersed, and the last ray of sunset light in the sky was exhausted.

When the street lights turned on, Dianchen finally raised his hands to hold his eyes, let out a deep breath, and looked up at the dark blue night sky...

A full moon has hung on the top of the mountain.

And he is a wandering soul on the street, no one can feel his body temperature.

Dianchen smiled quietly, his profile was pale, and his mandible had a stern line.His gaze slowly slid down, and he saw Gu Qiao standing quietly at the entrance of the attic, with a thin figure, and the blown black hair flying around his back like a black butterfly.

"..."

Only when words are superfluous can they be sure that they have truly understood.

Gu Qiao's red lips were trembling, bit by bit raised, expanded, twisted, almost broken, but finally condensed into a shallow smile.

As the cool night wind brushed against the fingertips, the light in Dianchen's eyes gradually brightened. After recovering, he smiled slightly and handed the candied haws to Gu Qiao.

The moon rises, gentle and bright.

Gu Qiao suddenly ran in big strides, ran so fast, rushed forward desperately, threw himself into Dianchen's arms, and buried his face in his neck.

In just an instant, Dianchen grabbed Gu Qiao's waist with one hand, stroked the back of his head with the other hand, closed his eyes quietly, and kissed his hair.

The bustling crowd came suddenly, rushing towards them lively.

——I love you, you know?

--receive.