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early summer.

A gust of cool wind flowed in from the set up window, blowing the gauze curtain, Fang Shiying slowly opened his eyes, got up and walked over.

Last night, there was a torrential rain, which hit in the middle of the night. At this time, it had already stopped, leaving only a little water in the courtyard, reflecting the blue sky on the bluestone slab.

After looking at it for a while, I saw a man in white go to the courtyard and put a few branches of lotus into the water tank.

As if aware of the gaze, the slender hand paused, and a pair of clear eyes looked over, facing her.

Fang Shiying's heart trembled, but Song Ziyu smiled: "It's already opened."

A few days ago, she casually mentioned whether the lotus was in bloom, but he didn't expect him to keep it in mind.She said: "It's beautiful."

Although it's summer, the morning is still cool, Fang Shiying only wears light pajamas, and unconsciously gathers up her clothes.

Song Ziyu blushed, looked away, and said, "Put more on."

Fang Shiying responded, gently pressed the window, changed clothes and sat in front of the mirror.

The bronze mirror reflected the dirty clothes on the chair beside her, the mud on the corner of the skirt was clearly visible, and a blush gradually floated on her cheeks.

When she was about to fall asleep last night, the courtyard door slammed, and someone came impatiently, calling for Doctor Song.She was a female family member, so it was inconvenient to get up, but she heard Song Ziyu hurried out from the next room, and answered a few words with the person outside the door.

It turned out that the child from the family at the head of the village had a sudden illness and came to find Ziyu to see the doctor.

The two of them came to Zhengjiazhuang shortly after the fire, and it was not a lie that Song Ziyu told her to try to make up for it.

There are no young adults in this village, but there are still countless old people and children.Song Ziyu came here to open a school, and because of his excellent medical skills, he often diagnosed and treated difficult and miscellaneous diseases for the villagers.

Fang Shiying followed him, taking care of the elderly who had no one to support them, and educating the children who lost their fathers.

Although the two have been married for a month, Song Ziyu is concerned about her emotions and does not exceed the distance, and they still sleep in separate rooms.

Song Ziyu hurriedly prepared the medical kit last night, but instead of going out immediately, he knocked on her door first.

"Shiying, are you asleep?"

Fang Shiying walked to the door wearing a coat and said, "Not yet."

Song Ziyu took a look at her, then gently pushed her into the room, closed the door, and said, "It's cool in the night, so I'll just talk to you like this."

He instructed: "Sleep peacefully by yourself, don't worry about the outside, and don't open the door for anyone."

Fang Shiying said "En", and secretly felt that he regarded herself as a child, and said softly: "Go ahead, I know all about it."

Song Ziyu could hear the smile in her words, and she was too embarrassed to babble, but she was still a little worried, and said, "I'll be back soon, don't be afraid."

He didn't know how naive it was to feel that Elder Fang, who was once decisive in killing, would be easily afraid.

Fang Shiying's heart softened, and he replied, "Understood, be more careful."

He went there for a long time, until the torrential rain hit, and the rain was splashing in the courtyard, but he never came back.

Although Fang Shiying had been lying on the bed, she didn't fall asleep immediately, she just waited for him quietly, and when she heard the sound of raindrops hitting the leaves more closely, she gradually became a little flustered.

He certainly didn't bring an umbrella with him when he went. If he was already on the way back and encountered the wind and rain again, he might get sick.

She pinched the quilt, feeling apprehensive, not knowing what to do.

Just waiting, she was really nervous.If you go to deliver an umbrella, you are afraid of being laughed at.

A few days ago, Mrs. Sun next door sent some candied green plums that she made herself. She saw that Ziyu liked it, so she went to find Mrs. Sun in the evening and asked her how to make the food.

Aunt Sun is used to embarrassing people, she took her hand and said with a smile: "You will love your husband, and he holds you in his hands. Oh, I didn't know until yesterday that your men are all A man cooks! My boy, why do you want to learn to cook again?"

Fang Shiying likes to be quiet, and is not good at interacting with people, her whole face flushed red, and she twisted the corners of her skirt awkwardly.

She is afraid of oil.When cooking for the first time, the oil splashed and burned her hands, causing her to take several steps back in fright.Song Ziyu didn't laugh at her at all, applied ointment on her, but never let her cook again, and rolled up his sleeves to wash his hands to make soup.

Aunt Sun has a good heart and loves to be close to them, but she has a bright temper and always speaks directly, which makes Fang Shiying feel ashamed.

She replied eagerly: "Candied green plums don't need oil, I want to try to do it."

While teaching her how to do it, Aunt Sun curiously inquired about her married life with Ziyu, asking "Does he like children" and "When are you two planning to have children?"

Fang Shiying was completely overwhelmed, and when he told the truth, the warm-hearted Aunt Sun immediately put on a straight face and said in surprise, "They are both husband and wife and they sleep in separate rooms! There is no loving couple in the world who sleeps in separate rooms!"

Then there was a whole lesson, Fang Shiying couldn't get in the way, and knew that she was just doing it out of good intentions, so she had to bow her head and be trained, but she was so scared that she almost never dared to go to her house again.

If you go to deliver umbrellas at this moment, and let Aunt Sun know about it, it's time to laugh at her again.

However, the rain was getting louder, and there seemed to be no sign of stopping.Fang Shiying struggled for a while, but still couldn't bear the concern in her heart, so she went out with an umbrella after tidying up.

It was dark at night and the road was muddy. She held a lantern in one hand and an umbrella in the other, her thin body was shaken by the wind.

The rain was pouring down, and the cold air poured all over her body. She walked forward tremblingly, always feeling like she was walking on an endless road.

The wind invaded the lights, and the shadows swayed wildly, making it look a little weird in the darkness.Fang Shiying didn't feel scared, but belatedly realized that she was not like her former self.

She used to be such a thoughtful person who was frightened every step of the way. At that time, she was determined not to do such a hasty thing as looking for someone on a rainy night.

Fang Shiying stopped, breathed on her frozen fingers, and looked down at the slippery ground.

She knew she didn't hate the change at all.

The wind and rain did not stop, and she quickly moved forward again.Maybe a little reckless, a little stupid, but gradually she felt that she was saved.

No need to be a person who walks with difficulty and must be cautious in every move, which makes her extremely happy.

However, she knew that there was still remorse and anxiety in her heart, and she didn't know when she could really let go.

On the wedding night, she was so uneasy, she drank the wine and lay stiffly on the bed.

The red candle was about to burn until dawn. In the bright and warm sparks, Song Ziyu kissed the back of her neck so reverently, but she silently covered her lips, letting tears flow down.

How could that fire burn away all the sins?The evil she did should be repaid on her.

The twisted and hideous burn on her back from the back of her neck, like a cold poisonous snake, covered her back and would accompany her forever.Just like the guilt of the soul.

But Song Ziyu easily sensed her emotions.He didn't even say a word of reproach, for fear of hurting her.

On the only wedding night in his life, the most intimate gesture he made was to gently hug her through the thin quilt.

Hearing the sound of him putting on his clothes and getting up, Fang Shiying felt really guilty.

But he smiled and said: "We are in the same yard, watching the morning glow paint the branches together, and listening to the rain hitting the plantains together. How can others understand the happiness of our husband and wife?"

Gambling books disappear with the fragrance of tea.Song Ziyu also thought it was beautiful.

Fang Shiying staggered, tripped over a stone, fell into the mud, and felt a sharp pain in his heart.

After all, she owed Ziyu a lot.

"Shiying, why are you here?" That person's clear voice rang out so unexpectedly, when she was still a little embarrassed.

Fang Shiying looked up and saw that he was drenched to the ground. At that moment, he didn't care about his own situation, and said without thinking: "I'll give you... an umbrella."

The last two words were slowly uttered again, and she was extremely embarrassed. The person who delivered the umbrella made such a move, and the person who was picked up was worried.

Song Ziyu gently embraced her, with a low voice that is unique to rainy days: "Does it hurt from the fall?"

Fang Shiying shook his head: "It doesn't hurt."

Song Ziyu came to shake her hand again, but she flinched and whispered, "Dirty hands."

Song Ziyu said: "It's nothing." He took out the handkerchief again, and the handkerchief was soaked by the rain. After wringing it dry, he carefully wiped off the dirt for her, and smiled at her, "It's clean."

Fang Shiying was taken care of by him like a child, his body was chilly, but his face was very hot.

After cleaning it, Song Ziyu didn't let go, took her hand very naturally, and led her back halfway with his arms and half support.

His hand was very warm, and the grip was neither tight nor loose, just enough that Fang Shiying couldn't pull it out.

Fang Shiying followed him and fell silent again, only her heart beating wildly, which was clearer than the sound of raindrops hitting an umbrella.

"Shiying," his voice sounded suddenly, and Fang Shiying's heart stopped beating.The sound of the rain was so loud that Fang Shiying heard him say, "I'm so happy that you came to pick me up."

In the foggy night, the humidity made people's eyes feel cold, but Fang Shiying strangely felt a hot current flowing in the bottom of his heart.

It turned out that she could make him happy.

Fang Shiying looked at the mirror again, the blush on her cheeks slowly dissipated, but her eyes became extremely soft.

Picking up the comb, she combed her long hair and wondered if he had gotten enough sleep.She obviously only rested so late last night, yet she got up early today to bring back lotus flowers for her.

The comb accidentally pierced the back of her neck, and the pain immediately dragged her back from her charming thoughts.Pushing away the cloud hair, the bronze mirror showed an ugly scar, Fang Shiying gently put down the comb, and stopped looking at it.

On this day, Song Ziyu was still going to the school to give lectures to the children, and Fang Shiying played with the younger children.

These few-year-old children are not enlightened yet, they only learn some painting knowledge in the school, and recite scriptures along with the older children.When the serious students started school seriously, these children scattered around the street, making a lively noise.

Fang Shiying stayed aside, watching them quietly, with a quiet smile on her face unconsciously.

There are countless possibilities in this village, and it can usher in the next vibrant spring.What happened in that cruel winter can't cut off hope, can't stop future growth.

Here, in the children, she also sees her own future.

The wind blew her long hair up, and the scar couldn't be covered, and it was exposed to the air again.Fang Shiying's heart ached, but she was no longer as fragile as before.

A child mischievously ran around her, and was about to run far, but lost his shoe.

Fang Shiying smiled helplessly, knelt down, picked up the shoes, put his arms around the child and put them on for him.

The child hugged her neck all of a sudden, laughed out loud, and said pleasantly, "I found it!"

Fang Shiying whispered softly: "What did you find?"

"Plum Blossom!" The child smiled and poked the burn scar on the back of her neck, "Here it is!"

Fang Shiying froze and shrank her neck very quickly. The place was too ugly, and she didn't want her child to see it.

The child was unaware of her abnormality, and kept on being happy: "When Mr. Song taught us to draw plum blossoms, he said that he saw plum blossoms every day, so he could draw well."

He pouted: "I also said where did the plum blossoms come from this season! It turned out to be here."

Under Fang Shiying's surprised eyes, the child vividly imitated Ziyu's appearance, and said: "It is a very beautiful flower, and it blooms warmly in the most moving place."

He held Fang Shiying in his arms, and leaned up to look at it again, rubbing back and forth like a cat, still enjoying himself: "Mr. Song is really not lying."

The child's words are innocent and make people laugh.But under the clear summer sky, Fang Shiying's eyes suddenly turned red.

It turned out that she regarded it as a trace of shame and guilt, and was regarded by that person as a plum blossom that was so beautiful that she couldn't even imagine it.

……

In the evening, Fang Shiying went home with the small jar in her arms.Her pickled green plums were ready, and Aunt Sun had tasted them herself before letting her go with satisfaction, telling her to bring them to Song Ziyu to taste.

Fang Shiying stepped into the sunset, her heart was like this plum, both sour and sweet, and for a moment, she felt as if there were countless things she wanted to say to that person.

She stepped up the steps and pushed open the courtyard door, but saw the man in white clothes standing under a newly planted tree in the sunlight, and smiled at her when he heard the sound.

Fang Shiying forgot what she wanted to say just now, and only felt that the atmosphere was very beautiful.Under Song Ziyu's gentle gaze, she almost trotted to his side.

As she approached, she blushed again, lowered her head, and whispered, "Why did you plant a tree here?"

Song Ziyu said: "Shiying, from now on, you can only wait for me under this tree, and you are not allowed to go any further."

Fang Shiying raised her head abruptly, a little confused.

Song Ziyu's eyes were like water, and he said softly: "I was so happy last night that I lost my sense of proportion. If you go far away, I will be very worried."

Fang Shiying looked at him innocently, and said dumbly, "I see."

Song Ziyu smiled, took the jar from her hand, and asked, "What is this?"

"Candied green plums. You like it." She said, then looked into his eyes and added, "I made it, especially for you."

Song Ziyu's smile froze for a moment, and a little strange and warm fire glowed from those always gentle eyes.He hugged the jar tightly, as if cherishing it extremely, and said: "I'm so happy."

One time was not enough, I took another look at the jar, and said again: "I'm so happy."

He didn't hide it like that, his eyes were full of joy and love, and he looked at her flickeringly, like countless kisses falling on her hair.

Fang Shiying was surprised, but her heart was sore, a little swelled, and her emotions overflowed uncontrollably. She tremblingly said to him: "Ziyu, there are some things I have never said."

She clenched her fingers tightly, her shoulders trembled slightly, her cheeks were flushed, she hesitated to speak several times, she was extremely embarrassed.

There was something Song Ziyu didn't understand.He said: "This is a plum tree."

His ears were also red, and he said: "I didn't finish what I said just now."

Under Fang Shiying's gaze, he put down the jar, held her slender fingers with his hand, and said softly:

"From now on, you will be waiting for your favorite me under your favorite plum tree."

The twilight flowed down the tree calmly, and amidst the cries of the birds returning to their nests, the two looked at each other like young boys and girls in love, their entire faces blushing.

Silly.

The author has something to say: I have to admit that in this novel, I am too partial to Shi Ying.She is so good, my cub is so good.

What's more, I'm quite embarrassed, maybe there's only this extra episode.Xiao Wen Xiao Gu, I think the main text has been written.And I like that ending very much, and I always feel that if I write it again, it will ruin the atmosphere at the end.

I've been thinking about a few side stories for the past few days, but I really think it's too OOC, so I probably won't write it.

If I’m in the mood, I’ll write about the first encounter between Tang Yuan and Xiaoxueyao. If I’m not in the mood, I’ll finish it quietly. (kneel)

I finally understand why the wife I like has a special episode!When writing the main text, I always feel that thousands of words are still in my heart, but when I conceive the story, I realize that leaving blank space is the true meaning of life!

Let me say the last sentence if I talk too much: Thank you very much for reading the article.I will try my best to write better.