Perhaps this is also a true portrayal of marriage.
The whole Song Dynasty doesn’t know if he and Yutingchuan will answer the second half of the sentence after the siege.
She was thinking, and suddenly she heard Yu Tingchuan’s voice ringing overhead. He said, Come to a place with me in the afternoon.
Are you going to the company tomorrow? Song city raised his face and asked
Yu Tingchuan began to say, One afternoon doesn’t matter.
The whole song dynasty is really curious about where to go, but seeing Yutingchuan is not much to say, she will not ask the wise men about the specific day, and she will know that it is not a wolf’s den after all.
Early the next day, Song Qingcheng was awakened by the water in her hands.
She looked around the time.
Thought of going out in the afternoon, Song Qingcheng didn’t continue to sleep under the covers for five or six minutes, then got up and mopped with cotton to wash his hands.
She was wearing cotton pajamas, her long hair was messy, and her hands were leaning against the door frame to look in.
Yu Tingchuan has changed his trousers shirt, brushed his teeth and washed his face. He is holding a razor to scrape the green stubble in the bar. Song Qingcheng is staring at the man in the mirror and can’t help but show his love. Don’t shave with shaving cream?
Yu Tingchuan looked up and saw her leaning at the door. Don’t go back to sleep?
The man’s eyes were warm and moist, which made Song Qingcheng feel that this morning was quiet and beautiful.
She said, Aren’t you going out again?
Said the man walked into the wash your hands.
By the washstand, she went to get her toothbrush and mouthwash.
Squeeze the toothpaste and notice that Yu Tingchuan’s stubble is almost shaved. She suddenly stretched out her hand and touched the man. Even if it was shaved clean enough, there were still some prick fingers in Song Qingcheng’s eyes. This sense of touch also made her feel unmanly.
Yu Tingchuan grabbed her messy little hand and lowered the line. What do you want to do?
Curious to touch one said Song Qingcheng, touching himself with the other hand. There is a big difference in handfeel, and suddenly white men are rough.
Yu Tingchuan smiled and let go of her wrist and then charged change your clothes and have breakfast.
Say that finish straight out to wash your hands first.
Song city slowly brushed his teeth and heard the sound in the coat and hat, and then suddenly looked at himself in the mirror. What do you think is silly and can’t help but affect the radian of his mouth.
I was just about to rinse my mouth, and I felt sick in my chest. I don’t know if I choked on water or my breath choked on my throat. Suddenly I couldn’t help retching.
After two retching, the nausea gradually subsided.
Song city towel wiped her mouth and always felt that her throat was a little dry and she poured water for two times. When that dry feeling disappeared, she returned to wash her hands and took the facial cleanser and continued to wash her face.
Yu Tingchuan is sitting in the living room watching the morning news.
Aunt Gong prepares breakfast.
Song Qingcheng ate two fried dough sticks at breakfast.
Yutingchuan didn’t look at her.
Song Qingcheng herself realized that eating a little too much was a bit embarrassing. What’s the matter?
Nothing Yu Tingchuan saw that she was going to let go of the fritters, half smiling and half smiling, and looked at her and said, Eat if you want. It looks a little thin.
Song Qingcheng (*/ω ╲ *)
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At about nine o’clock in the afternoon, Yutingchuan drove out with Song Qingcheng.
They went to a cemetery in Nancheng.
The cemetery was built in the suburbs south of the city, and the car stopped at the foot of the mountain. Because the trees on both sides of the city revealed depression in winter, the whole Song Dynasty still looked at the mountain in the car, and there was a faint guess in my heart.
This cemetery is quiet, and there is no guard-style management. You have to register every grave.
The car song city ask here is for-
Yutingchuan’s mother, she couldn’t shout, and it was difficult for her mother to be embarrassed.
It may be that the age gap between her and Yutingchuan is there, and she and Yujing are classmates. When the time comes, she always feels a kind of generational disorder. Even before the goodwill Fumin, she can’t name a sister-in-law, especially before Yujing.
Yutingchuan seemed to know what she was going to say’ hmm’ and added, By the way, I’ll take you to meet Jingning.
Yu Jingning was his sister who died young.
Yu Tingchuan in front of the mountain took out grave things from the trunk.
These things were brought by Lao Zhao yesterday.
When Lao Zhao came to the grave to tell Yu Tingchuan, Yu Tingchuan remembered that he had never been to the cemetery after the Spring Festival, and asked Lao Zhao to put his things in the car and bring Song Qingcheng himself the next day.
Yu Tingchuan’s mother and sister’s graves are not far from the mountainside, separated by three rows of tombstones.
The cemetery may be cleaned, unlike the mountain path where weeds grow everywhere.
Yu Tingchuan went to his mother’s grave first.
Song Qingcheng followed him to set a marble tombstone and saw a black-and-white two-inch photo engraved with’ Mother Wang Xuewei’s Tomb’ next to it. Because of the years, I can see that it is a woman with a ponytail. I can’t see clearly the facial features.
Yu Tingchuan squatted in front of the tombstone and lit the silver ingot paper money. Then he opened the bottle of carved flowers in Daishan and filled the cup in front of the grave. Then he took a sip of the bottle and waited for the silver ingot foil to burn to ashes without saying anything.
Go away for a moment. Song Qingcheng returned to the tombstone.
She slowly crouched beside Yutingchuan.
Then put a small handful of white wild flowers next to that cup
Yutingchuan turned to look at her.
Song Qingcheng said, Pick it over there.
Said the hand pointed to the nearby weeds.
There are a few white patches in the yellow grass, which should be her picking this wild flower.
Song Qingcheng’s face was slightly shy for a short time when he spoke.
One second her hand was held by Yu Tingchuan.
A man’s big hand has a nice outline, and he rubs his fingertips against the back of her hand, holding her hand and putting his leg on it.
The whole song suddenly felt extraordinarily peaceful at this moment.
It was not until the incense in those root cutting incense burners was extinguished that Yu Tingchuan slowly loosened his grip on her.
Then Yu Tingchuan lit a cigarette.