Chapter 166 May the years be quiet

Returning from Shanfu to Linfeng Garden, I turned to the big yard to see the group of little radish heads and made sure that they were all alive. Shan Xiaowu contributed his belly in a good mood, so that the strange little radish heads were all around her and fought with the 'little brother (little sister)' in her stomach. Have a good time.

When they were coaxed to make them happy, they reluctantly followed them back.

After washing up, Shan Xiaowu went to bed with her hair and feet, wrapped herself tightly in a big quilt, shivering and waiting for her body to warm up, while waiting for her to come back. She had a lot of things to tell him in her heart.

As soon as Gui Buri returned to the inner room after bathing, he saw that under the dim yellow light, his little wife was curling the quilt and curling up in the corner of the bed like a small shrimp. Even her head was wrapped, only a pair of big black and white eyes were exposed outside. As soon as she saw him, she immediately saw her favorite white-cut chicken, and her whole face was It lit up, but I didn't drool to meet the scene.

"Father, you're back!" Even the voice is particularly attentive.

With a smile, when he saw her climbing to the edge of the bed, he quickly sat down and stopped her, so that she would not fall down from ** without weight. " Sit down."

Shan Xiaowu's eyes turned around twice, carefully moved his buttocks close to him, and his hands were used to holding his arms to keep warm. He leaned back against the head of the bed, pulled the quilt to cover the two, and then took the opportunity to wrap around her waist. The other hand gently rubbed on her round stomach.

"Say it, what do you want to ask?"

Shan Xiaowu found a comfortable position in his arms and swung to him. After thinking for a long time, he decided how to say, "Is the rain-proof thing today ice?"

He gently tapped his head, "Yes."

It's true!

Shan Xiaowu almost jumped up. Let me go! Her family Anada turned out to be an ice magician? She had never heard of anyone who could easily condense a transparent ice layer above her head to avoid the rain without having to practice martial arts.

"Is it martial arts?"

Gui Bif took a look at her, and his slightly raised sword eyebrows added a trace of charm to his character's face, which was usually hidden under the mask, and his voice was so lazy and low that it could make people electric all the way from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. "Yes."

Shan Xiaowu's eyes were shining, and he was instantly interested. He sat up straight and put his hand on his chest. "So is there really such a cold palm? Is there a palm of fire or something? Will these two skills be compatible with each other?

"Thinking nonsense." He hooked slightly at the corners of his lips, helplessly and dotingly reached out and flicked her forehead. "It's not a cold palm, it's..." He paused, and his eyes were in a trance for a moment. "When I picked up the secret book, it didn't say what kind of kung fu it was."

There are rumors that it is an evil martial arts left by the magic religion hundreds of years ago. Of course, no one knows whether this is the case or not.

Shan Xiaowu didn't know what to think of at this time. After a long time, he hesitated to say, "Last time... I mean, the time you broke into my room to ask for hot water, didn't you... go crazy?"

Although the word "go crazy" was not uncommon in movie novels before, you don't know how horrible it is until it's really your turn to have such a thing around you.

If something really happened, he must have suffered a lot. She had no heart and lungs before, but she never found it. She just blindly enjoyed his good - thinking of this, Shan Xiaowu almost wanted to slap himself in the face.

The hand rubbing her stomach paused, and her expression seemed quite silent.

Shan Xiaowu looked at it stubbornly and refused to let go of any of his expressions.

"... That kind of situation is only occasionally, it doesn't matter." Perhaps he found that Shan Xiaowu was nervous and smiled comfortingly at her, "Don't worry."

That's what it means.

Sand Xiaowu's expression was serious. He lowered his head and thought for a moment. He suddenly jumped up and took off his clothes without saying a word, with a trembling voice. "I remember the time I met you by the lake, there was a scar on your chest. Is that you..."

She pulled off her clothes savagely and checked it carefully. Then she took her hand to her chest and sighed in a low voice, "Yes, I scratched it myself."

Practicing this evil skill made him reverse the meridians since childhood. The cold poison accumulated over the years will condense from the whole body to the chest every once in a while, and the damage to the internal organs can be imagined. If he doesn't bleed and force the cold poison in his body out in time, together with the running of Zhenqi, I'm afraid he will explode and die in less than a time of incense - of course, these inseparable don't want Shan Xiaowu to know, which will only make her more worried.

How can I do such an unbearable pain when I cut such a big wound on my chest?

Shan Xiaowu's throat seemed to be blocked by something, his nose and hair were sore, and his heart was even more painful. He reached out and stroked his bronze chest, which he could no longer see any scars, as if it could help him relieve his pain.

"Does it still hurt?"

There seemed to be a warm current in Guibuli's heart. He put his hand around her, and a deep sigh rolled in his throat, "It's all over."

Shan Xiaowu bent down and gently branded a kiss on his chest, and turned his face to his chest to listen to his powerful heartbeat.

The scar on his body disappeared, but the scar on her heart was getting bigger and bigger, and her whole heart seemed to be pinched.

The reason is that she only sees his kindness to her, but she never sees what kind of pain he endures in an unknown place. She always takes his care for granted all the time, but she doesn't think about what she has done for him.

He didn't want to tell her about himself because he was afraid that she would be worried; she couldn't see the pain and suffering behind him, which made her heartless and shameless.

She blamed herself into a sharp blade and poked hard into the deepest part of her heart, which made her feel so painful that it was difficult to breathe for a moment.

All kinds of thoughts came, pressing on Shan Xiaowu's heart like a boulder, and tears fell down in an instant.

With the pain in his heart, Shan Xiaowu trembled his hands and asked in a low voice, "Famor, don't you regret marrying me later?"

She can only enjoy the gentleness he gives and has never paid. In this way, she even spits on herself.

Her trembling and fear were inseparable. He opened his hand and fiercely put her in his arms and wrapped her tightly, "I have never regretted it!"

He answered so without hesitation. Shan Xiaowu choked, covered his mouth and let tears surge out, without saying a word for a long time.

The mature and handsome beauty in front of her and the beautiful teenager who always frowned impatiently when she was a child, but tolerated her unreasonable troubles again and again, setting off a huge wave called regret in her heart.

"Don't cry." He picked up her face, and his palms were warm and rough. He stretched out his thumb and carefully wiped the tears off her face.

"I...I..." Shan Xiaowu cried and gasped and said intermittently, "I...but...I regret..."

When I heard the words, my body shook, and my hand clamped her wrist, with a gloomy expression, "What are you talking about?"

She regrets marrying him? Did she... dislike him?

"I said I regretted it, I regretted it!" Shan Xiaowu suddenly became excited and struggled to pat him on the chest, but in the end, because he was reluctant to give up, he leaned into his arms and let himself cry happily. "I... I shouldn't have married you at the beginning!" I don't deserve you. I... I'm not smart enough. I'm heartless. I know you love me and spoil me, but I have never cared about you! Whoo-hoo... I regret why I delayed you. You deserve a better wife. I..." She choked and lowered her voice. "I'm sorry..."

The anger in her eyes gradually dissipated, and her high-hanging heart had been put down when she said that paragraph. It turns out that this little girl cares about this kind of thing. It's really stupid.

He picked up her face and couldn't help gag her mouth to stop her from saying more self-blame.

"Who said you didn't care about me? Who said you were bad to me? You are willing to have children for me and accompany me for the rest of my life. I'm too happy. How can I blame you?

Shan Xiaowu slowly stopped sobbing, with tears in the corners of his eyes, but he responded to him more fiercely. Between lips and tongue, it seems that he can't wait to talk about the other party's thoughts in this way.

"Little Five..."

Gui will gasp slightly, lower his head and resist the single five eyebrows. His breath sprayed on her face, and the breaths of the two were intertwined.

Shan Xiaowu was still choking. He sighed. His thin lips gently sucked away the tears on her face and said in a low voice, "Don't say such words that make me angry in the future. Since you have married me, you have been my wife all your life. There is nothing you don't regret. Is it worth it? The only thing you need to know is that I won't let you go in my life. You are mine, and you must stay with me.

"Born together, die together!" Shan Xiaowu pulled his clothes, reached out and touched his tears, and vowed to be resolute.

She looked into her clear eyes without any hesitation and smiled, "Okay. Just as you said. Let's live together. Even if we die, we will live together.

"Also, you have to promise me that you don't hide anything from me in the future." With his promise, Shan Xiaowu was busy wiping his tears and snot, and at the same time, he took an inch. "Tell me when you are happy, and tell me when you feel uncomfortable and hard! Otherwise... Otherwise, I will run far away with the child."

She pulled his hand and still put it on her stomach.

As if sensing his father's touch, Shan Xiaowu quickly bulged a small bag on his belly, and then quickly slid over from the left, mischievously and gently kicked a few times in the palm of Gui Buli's hand, as if he was coquettish.

"I promise you."

He couldn't leave his eyebrows and eyes were smiling. He spread his big palms and rubbed her stomach a few times, and then turned his head and kissed Xiaowu's hair. "You and the little guy don't have this chance."

He won't give her an excuse to run away from himself, which is absolutely impossible.

"So you promised to tell me the story of the past few years?" Shan Xiaowu secretly looked at him with the corners of his eyes, and decided that if he didn't agree to her, he would show him until he agreed.

"I promise." Unexpectedly, I didn't refuse to leave. She nodded her red nose because she had just cried. He smiled and said helplessly, "But you have to listen to me. No matter what you hear, you can't say self-reproach, and you can't say that you want to run away with the little guy. Also, tell me if you are tired, how about it?"

Shan Xiaowu didn't even think about it and said, "It's a deal!"

As long as he is willing to confess to her, she will not hide anything from him. As for the fact that she came from modern times... Let's wait and talk about it. Anyway, it doesn't matter.

"Come on," Shan Xiaowu rolled up the fit and covered himself. He found a comfortable position to put his head on his shoulder, and put his hands around his narrow waist to warm him. "I'm ready to listen."

She paused and touched her dark hair with a smile when she saw that her eyes were bright and not sleepy. After meditating, he slowly said, "The matter will start from the time I left Heifengzhai..."

The long night, the husband and wife snuggled close to the head of the bed, one whispered, and the other listened quietly.

He is her husband and the support of her life; and she is his wife, the concern of his life. He will open up a world for her, protect her, spoil her, and prevent her from being hurt at all; and she will have children for him, educate his husband and children, and be his strongest backing.

In this life, none of them can live without anyone.

The wind is cold outside the window, but the room with geothermal heat is as warm as spring. Looking in from the semi-open window, the candlelight in the room swayed, and the orange light enveloped the two people who were integrated. Time seemed to be fixed at this moment.

I hope the world is stable and the years are quiet.