The small building where Hara Xun lives is a separate one, in the garden in the backyard.
This small building is where she and Yuan Xun got married, and they lived for a while.
But when she came here again, Tong Yao couldn't help but take a few more looks.
It was very different from what she remembered.
For example, she has the impression that the decoration of this small building is designed according to Yuan Xun's preferences, and it is also the cold style of Yuan Xun's banzheng.
She didn't like it.
What she especially disliked was that there was a painting in the upstairs room, which was said to be a world-famous painting, but she always found it scary.
When she sleeps at night, when the moonlight shines on the painting opposite, she can't help but think about it.
She was a sensitive child from a very young age, and she could imagine a world with a little shape.
But now, this small building is completely different.
The boring decorations that made her repulsed disappeared without a trace, and were replaced by warm colors.
It's like the one who suddenly disappeared to make her wonder if it was only in her memory.
"It's said that it's going to open arty, and it has nothing to do with us, and it's all right to come back.
I was a little tired and accompanied me upstairs to rest.
Yuan Xun said casually while changing into slippers, taking off his suit and putting it in the locker room.
They hadn't been back to the little building for a long time, but the servants kept it so well that even the slippers were spotless.
"But if my aunt won't be upset, I should go over and take a look."
Tong Yao understands that as Yuan Xun's wife, she is always given more responsibilities.
In the past, although I couldn't do it well, I tried my best, but now I can't hide in the house and rest, and I don't even do it.
"Not necessarily."
Yuan Xun said decisively: "Tell them that I get motion sickness, and you can come and take care of me." ” "You motion sickness" looked at Yuan Xun's spirit, not to mention the rest of the original family, even Tong Yao would not believe it.
"Why, can't you?"
asked Yuan Xun in a low voice.
This voice was really domineering, undoubted, and in an instant, Tong Yao remembered the previous Yuan Xun, the one he was afraid of.
She lowered her head, pursed her lips and chuckled, and said softly, "Yes." ” After going upstairs, the first thing Tong Yao did was to look at the bedroom, and sure enough, this bedroom was completely different from what she remembered.
The style of the bedroom, simple and warm.
And on the wall of the bedroom, where the painting was supposed to hang, there was nothing left.
She involuntarily walked over and looked at the position of the painting, trying to find traces of the painting's existence, but there was none.
"What are you looking for?"
Tong Yao turned around and chuckled: "I always feel that there should be something on this wall." ” Yuan Xun paused slightly, and glanced at her: "Yes, you used to say that you wanted to paint a picture and hang it here, but then you became pregnant with Yuan Xiu, and this matter was put aside." ” "I said so" "Yes."
Tong Yao stared up at the white wall: "Forget it, don't hang it, I don't like to hang a painting in this place." ” Even if it's her own painting, she doesn't like it.
After watching it for a while, she finally let go of the matter in her heart, and when she turned around, she saw that Yuan Xun had already changed into pajamas.
Summer pajamas are always very thin, and the high-quality silk satin material can't cover his strong figure.
She remembered that night when he took a bath and pushed the door in abruptly, her face turned red.
"You" "I'm sweating, I'm going to take a shower."
"Okay."
As soon as Yuan Xun said this, she also wanted to take a bath, and when Yuan Xun entered the bathroom, she came to the dressing room first, thinking about finding a pajama to change into first.
This dressing room is obviously some years old, and it is divided into several floors where many clothes are placed.
Tong Yao casually pulled it and picked out a pajama.
I was about to put it on, and suddenly I felt something everywhere I looked.
After a little recuperation, he hurriedly looked towards the corner, and saw that there were some old clothes stored here for an unknown number of years.
One of the skirts, which was layered between a number of men's clothes, showed only a small angle.
At that edge, she looked very familiar.
She removed the men's clothes stacked on top of it and finally pulled out the dress.
It was a dress worn by a seven or eight-year-old girl.
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The streamlined skirt, many shiny gems, simple and smooth and luxurious, this is the skirt of her dreams, and it is also the same version of the skirt she saw a few days ago.
It's just that what she saw that day was an adult version, and this one was a seven or eight-year-old girl version.
Judging by the fabric and color of this skirt, it is clear that it is not new, at least it should be ten years ago.
She held the skirt and looked at it for a while, and finally couldn't help laughing.
Yes, from the beginning, she understood that she was going to be born again.
Although her rebirth is a little different from others, she is still reborn after all, isn't she?
She simply jumped to the key point in her life and changed her life, and then she could wait for the results of those changes to trigger.
The dress, for example, she knew would never exist before her beautiful dreams of being reborn.
Looking at this skirt, I was distracted, and I heard Yuan Xun in the bathroom calling her.
"Yaoyao, there's no bath towel here, you can help me get one."
"Okay."
She hurriedly put down the girl's skirt, took a white bath towel, and sent it to Yuan Xun.
The bathroom door opened, and it was the man with wet black hair half-clasped on his forehead.
His dark eyes were half-hidden by drooping hair, and his severed gaze was sharp and fiery.
She was too shy to know what to do, and subconsciously wanted to hand him the bath towel.
The man who was taking a bath lowered his head slightly, his eyes locked on her, and reached out to pick up the bath towel.
She was picked up along with the bath towel.
The door to the bathroom was slammed shut, and the woman's exclamation was only half screamed before it was blocked, followed by a moist and agitated movement.
It was a large bathroom with a large tub large enough for two people.
Many actions are one thing on the outside, but another in the water.
After I don't know how long, the bathroom tiles were already covered with water stains, and the water in the tub was half splashed.
Yuan Xun narrowed his eyes slightly, and lay there tired and contented.
His always delicate wife, Tong Yao, lay there weakly, hugging his strong arms, sobbing for a while.
Raising his hand, he gently stroked her back.
Her back was wet, sweaty, and there was water from the tub.
The black and supple hair sticks to the slender white back, and between the black and white, the hair is soft and soft, like a long aquatic plant spreading out, scattered beautiful and enchanting.
He lifted her up slightly, and she shook as if she had been touched by a mechanism.
When he opened his eyes, Won Hoon looked at the ceiling of the bathroom.
"That night, I was taking a shower when you suddenly pushed the door open."
His voice was mellow and hoarse, and it sounded low in Tong Yao's ears.
"Hmm" Tong Yao buried You Zi's teardropping face in his shoulder socket, and the "um" voice was very immature and weak, like a newborn beast.
"I thought about it at the time."
He lowered his eyes and lifted his thumb slightly at her chin to make her face tilt.
Looking down at this little face that exuded a shy flush, he looked at it for a while before he whispered: "I thought so much at the time" The sexy and eager male whispered the phrase again.
As this voice sounded, the chest that Tong Yao was leaning on also rose and fell, shaking slightly.
The water splashed and the water in the huge tub began to move.
She bit her lip and put her slender arm around him.
At first, it was just a light loop, but then he unconsciously used his strength, and a pair of hands tightly pinched the strong muscles in his back.
Then, as the water moved, her legs suddenly straightened, and she leaned against the smooth walls of the tub, like a rabbit suddenly choked by the throat.
Lying lazily on the big bed, Tong Yao comfortably enjoyed the warmth of the sun shining on her face through the beige curtains.
Won-hoon next to her sat next to her, his long fingers helping her gently detangle her hair.
Her head is fine, when it is wet, it sticks to the narrow shoulders, it looks pitiful, but after drying, it is moist and smooth, and the long fingers come smoothly from top to bottom, unimpeded.
"Just wait for lunch and go out and say hello to everyone.
You don't care what others say, if there is anything, let Yuan Xiu deal with it.
He also lay there, lazily talking to her.
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"Okay."
She really didn't know how to deal with his family.
Since he said so, she listened.
"Yaoyao, you are the daughter-in-law of the former head of the house, and the wife of my original Xun."
"Hmm."
She listened to everything he said.
Wonhoon rolled over and lay there face to face with her.
Obviously, after that bath, his gaze was calm and gentle, but she still felt a little unbearable.
His face was slightly hot, and he subconsciously wanted to dodge, but his head was clasped by his big hand.
He didn't let her hide at all.
"My seat is there, no one dares to say anything about you, and no one dares to bully you.
If there's anything that doesn't bother you, don't hide it yourself, just tell me. ” "I," she lowered, but she remembered something.
"Well, what" was a soft, encouraging voice.
"You're outside," she hesitated, but still said, "Are you outside, have you ever liked other women?"
This sentence was coquettish and timid, low and weak, as if she shouldn't have asked this question, but she risked a lot of disapproval.
A sentence that was so light that it was almost inaudible was captured by Yuan Xun.
When he heard this, the slight smile on his lips froze there.
Yuan Xun didn't reply for a long time.
There was too much silence between the two of them, so quiet that Tong Yao only had the faint and almost non-existent sound of the central air conditioner in her head.
She suddenly felt a little ashamed, and suddenly remembered many things in her mind.
She was originally just an ordinary little girl who was ignorant, but she had to be transplanted to a family like the original family, and the rules of the east and the rules of the west came one after another, wave after wave, which could overwhelm her.
She also knew that Won Hoon's mother didn't want to see her, and Won Hoon's grandfather didn't want to see her.
At that time, she had no one to lean on.
Yuan Xun, it's not hers either.
She shouldn't have asked that sentence just now, how could she ask.
Even though the world was completely different now, she should ask She likes the way she looks now, whether it is Yuan Xun's husband or Yuan Xiu's son, she is very happy.
Sometimes when she sleeps at night, she is afraid, afraid that this is a dream, and when she wakes up, she is still the same Tong Yao who sits lonely in the corner and looks at the sky outside.
She walked cautiously in this world, and did not dare to say anything more, nor did she dare to do more, lest she accidentally say something wrong and do something wrong, driving the spell that she didn't know, and being instantly beaten back to the prototype.
Did she just say that she shouldn't "Yaoyao."
Just when she was worried in her heart, he suddenly bowed his head and held her face, his eyes were hot and eager, and the depths of his eyes that always made her incomprehensible flashed with joy.
His lips rained down on her face, nose, and forehead, and he whispered: "What do you say, do you say will there be, how can there be, you little fool, little fool."
He hugged her tightly and kissed her again and again: "I am wronged, you know what, I have always been wronged."
It's you who keep pushing me away and bullying me, it's you who don't want me anymore" Tong Yao's eyes widened and she looked at him puzzled.
She didn't understand what he was talking about, but she probably knew that, at least in this world, he was clean, his own from beginning to end, his own There is no Secretary Song, no Qiao Jing, and no so much lace news, he is her alone.
He was so powerful that he tried to pull her into his arms, and she struggled to look up at him in the gap between his arms, trying to see his appearance clearly.
I wanted to cry in my heart, my nose was sour, she really wanted to ask him, why, why did he marry her, but he didn't pay attention to her, there was so much news outside, she listened to it in her heart, it was really uncomfortable. has been pretending to be indifferent, pretending not to care about anything, but in fact, he will secretly go to the Internet and secretly pay attention to those news.
Every piece of his news was a grain of sand, she picked it up one by one, carried it in her arms, put it on the tip of her heart, and let those grains of sand grind the tender flesh on her heart, day after day, she would only look at everything around her coldly and distantly, and no longer feel it.
But she also knew that this he was not that him, that he, and that he would never see him again.
She'll never be able to ask.
She suddenly cried out with a "wow", beat his chest with her fist, and cried loudly: "I didn't wrong you, I didn't wronged you, it was you who bullied me, you have been bullying me, you don't want me anymore" He hurriedly hugged her and hugged her in his arms.
The anger of the moment has vanished, and has been replaced by unspeakable tenderness; "Yaoyao, it's my fault, it's all my fault" But Tong Yao felt a breath in her heart, this anger had been stuffy for too many years, she couldn't catch the scandal-ridden Yuan Xun, and always felt that catching this seemed to be replaceable, so she cried more and more in his arms.
He used to be so fierce, she didn't dare to cry in front of him, but now that he is gentle, she always wants to cry.
The couple was making a fuss when they heard a knock on the door outside, which sounded unsettlingly.
Tong Yao didn't dare to cry all of a sudden, lying in Yuan Xun's arms, blinking her teary eyes, and looking at her husband quietly and obediently.
Yuan Xun hugged his wife, who seemed to be frightened in his arms, and said to the man outside the door unhappily: "Get out." ” A slightly old voice sounded outside the door: "Young master, the old man asked you to go over." ” Yuan Xun frowned.
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Tong Yao hurriedly got up from his arms: "Grandpa called you, I'm afraid there is something, you hurry up." ” Yuan Xun was silent for a moment, raised his hand, and wiped the tears from the corners of Tong Yao's eyes with a slightly tough hand.
"You lie down for a while, you don't have to go out, I'll be back later."
"yes, I know."
Yuan Xun went out, Tong Yao went to wash her face again, remembering her wayward nonsense just now, and she felt very embarrassed.
Carefully savoring what Yuan Xun said to himself just now, he couldn't help but feel a little dazed.
After standing like this for a while, Yuan Xun didn't come back, so she planned to pack up some and go out to meet her mother-in-law, and then see what Yuan Xiu was doing.
Who knew that he was about to change his clothes, and he saw a few books placed at random on a decorative bookshelf next to him.
A few of these books are somewhat familiar.
Tong Yao took it over, only to see that it was a book of leaves of grass, with his name written on the title page, which was obviously his own handwriting.
She was slightly stunned, thinking that she didn't have the memory of reading this book, but looking at this, she should have read this book in this changed time.
She flipped through it casually, but saw that there were some small notes on the book, with beautiful handwriting, which was obviously written by herself.
As he was flipping, a yellowed page of paper floated out of the Blade of Grass.
Tong Yao squatted down, stared at the page for a while, and finally picked it up with trembling hands.
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