Heaven Official’s Blessing

The rain was pattering outside the window.

People inside the house were busy doing housework. First, I wiped the floor wherever there was dust. Then I simply threw away the crutch and moved slowly on the ground, wiping the floor carefully every inch I moved. After wiping, I was sweating all over, and I counted the time and it was only noon.

Sister-in-law Peng brought another pot of meat and looked at her carefully.

"I'm fine." Chun smiled naturally with a look on his face: "He is a very long-lived person who has had a bad luck. He is only in his twenties this year and will not die."

Sister-in-law Peng saw that she was fine and left after eating with her.

Seeing that there was nothing to do, Juan Fu slowly took out his clothes and washed them.

There was a well at the back of the house, and I usually went there to get it when I was out of luck. I was afraid that she would fall into the well if she couldn't get the water, so I packed a large bucket of water for her in the kitchen.

She dug out a few old clothes and slowly walked to the kitchen to do laundry.

It was still raining outside, so I washed my clothes and had no place to dry them, so I had to hang them in the small wooden house.

Then she pursed her lips and thought for a while, but couldn't think of anything else to do, so she had to go back to the room and take out the book given by the Lan family's young lady to read.

The end of the page of each book indicates when the book was bought and when her husband still owed the book money. Seeing this, Bing Fu couldn't help but smile.

After reading for about an hour, she couldn't explain what was written in the book, so she inadvertently looked up and saw the unlucky clothes hanging on the wall. She still remembered that the clothes were worn when she ran into Po Lun after she lost her memory in the city. It was a bit old. She could tell that he had worn them for a long time... She had no memory of whether he had worn this one in Tianshui Village. She only knew that she The impression I had on this dress was from that day. She was looking at this dress intently and suddenly noticed that there was a hole in the corner that had not been mended. She thought for a moment and put down the book she was not reading and dug out her needle and thread.

Yesterday...should be yesterday, right? I always felt that Yamaguchi was in a trance. The women's army held the clothes and chatted while mending them. She secretly observed for a while that it didn't seem to be very difficult...it was just a small hole. This needlework should be easy for her.

It took me a long time to mend the hole in my clothes. It wasn't too difficult. I just accidentally sewed the cuff and the hole together.

Will Bad Luck laugh at her when he comes back?

She buried her face in his clothes and smelled the smell oozing out of them reluctantly. It was already dark when she raised her face and looked out the window.

How long has it been dark? How come she has no idea at all.

"You should be back, shouldn't you?" she murmured.

"He is a long-lived man, so why should I be afraid? This is just a not-so-good experience in his life... He will live to be very old..."

Yes, he obviously knew that he would survive, no matter what he went through. But...what is the reason for the restlessness in my heart?

So what if we can predict the future in the end? How can you know every joy, anger, sorrow, and complex emotion in your heart if you don’t experience it yourself?

"Well... it's just like cooking. Even if you know what the taste of the dish is, how can you experience the feeling that stays on your tongue for a moment without trying it yourself?"

It seemed like someone had told her this before? Is it... Yu Cangyuan? Or Mingxiang? She forgot that it was just this sentence that suddenly appeared in her mind that made her realize how stupid and ridiculous she was in the past.

She wanted to sleep in the floor that smelled of him, but she knew that she would have random thoughts when she was idle, so she decided to go find out the news.

It was still raining outside. She slowly put on his oversized old clothes over her coat, put on her hat, took her crutches and walked out step by step.

The rain suddenly wet her clothes. She didn't care and trudged towards the nearest house.

Ye Haohei didn't even have a lantern at home... Even if she could only stand with a cane in both hands, she didn't even have extra hands to hold it.

She has no experience of going out alone. In the past few months, it has been bad luck to hold her in the wind and watch the stars. Even if she goes to the city occasionally, she has never been allowed to leave the house alone.

She walked toward the darkness without hesitation.

The crutches got stuck in the mud with every step she took. She struggled to pull them out and walked again. After repeating this process, she was panting and sweating profusely.

Why hasn't it arrived yet?

Did she go the wrong way?

Or is she walking too slowly?

She could barely see her fingers when she stretched out her hand. If someone came to tell her the news, would they miss her by mistake? The dizzy net of fear in her mind kept hindering her thinking and she could only keep moving forward.

I didn’t know how long I had been walking in the timeless rain when I suddenly saw a small cluster of light looming in the distance in front of me -

Is it a lantern?

The lantern was moving so fast that if it walked in her direction, it would only go straight to her house. That came in the middle of the night in the heavy rain.

Did someone come to inform her of the news?

She knew clearly that Po Luck was alive, but she was still anxious and couldn't help but walk over desperately.

The lantern stopped in the heavy rain.

"Who? Who's in front?"

The low, hoarse voice was tentatively defensive, but it sounded like nature to her ears.

"Broken... bad luck?" She started to stutter after not speaking for a few hours.

The lantern swayed and then appeared in front of her very quickly.

The firelight almost hurt her eyes, but she didn't close them, she just kept looking at the man holding the lantern.

"Fu'er?" He was extremely surprised: "Why are you here?" There was no one around her, so she came alone?

She alone?

On the road where it's so dark that you can't even see the road?

Seeing that she was soaked, he took off his raincoat and was about to put it on her when he saw her let go of her crutches. He was shocked and quickly dropped the lantern and rushed forward to hug her. He was unable to stand still and threw himself at her body.

"Fu'er!"

Her arms tightly wrapped around his neck, her face buried in his heart, and her long wet hair hanging on his arms. How long had she been in the rain?

"You're back!"

He was about to reply when she called out again:

"You're back!"

Is she...crying?

"You are finally back..."

The trembling shoulders covered half of her little face. He did not lower his head to see how many tears she shed, but carefully and lovingly collected the tears that flowed into his heart.

The words "Welcome back" repeatedly escaped her lips. He heard the words and whispered in her ear: "Yes, I am back. I am back."

"Wait until the water is hot."

He was busy pouring hot water back and forth several times before filling the bathtub until it was seventy percent full. He took out an old blanket from the room and said to Juan Fu who was sitting aside and watching his busy work:

"Take off your wet clothes first."

"And you?"

"Me? This little rain doesn't make me cold at all."

After hearing this, Juan Fu obediently took off his dress, which was cold to the bone, and untied it to his tube top. When she peeked at him, he was covering his eyes behind her back. She lowered her gaze and took off the last piece of clothing with her cheeks feeling warm.

"Ok?"

She responded softly, then turned around and walked right in front of her.

His lips moved, but he did not say what he wanted to say, but said softly:

"Be careful." The thin blanket fell on her, and he picked her up and walked to the bathtub through the blanket.

Juan Fu raised his head slightly and saw his resolute chin. If his whole body hadn't been tightly wrapped, she would have stretched out her hand to touch it. This thought stayed in her heart so strongly that she refused to leave. She had to blink several times before she could force it out. Hold back your increased heartbeat.

"It will feel a little uncomfortable at first when the water is hot. Just bear with it and it will be fine." He said and slowly put her into the bucket. Hearing that she was in the water, he pulled up the wet blanket.

"you……"

His steps stopped and he didn't look back.

"Can you wash my hair?"

Po Lun was stunned for a while, then he nodded and said, thinking that she might be tired.

"Okay." Turn around and go back.

"Are you still blindfolded?"

"Of course." He thought she misunderstood that he was peeking and quickly clarified.

There was silence for a while, and when a hoarse voice came up again, he almost didn't recognize it as Jianfu's voice.

"It's okay. You can take off the eyekerchief. I don't mind."

Po Lun was shocked and heard her interesting and somewhat nervous voice say:

"I have my back turned to you, so you can't even take a peek."

"No, I didn't want to peek..." Pulling down the eyekerchief, the first thing he saw was the long, black head hanging outside the bucket, and then the snow-white shoulders -

It's not like he hasn't seen her naked back. Several times in Tianshui Manor, she made strange noises behind the screen, which frightened him and rushed over to take a look. Usually, it was just a quick glance and he didn't dare to look any further. Unlike today, she was so "upright". "Bright"... Thinking of this, he quickly stopped his random thoughts and tremblingly held up her long hair.

"Bad luck..."

"Huh?" He lifted up her hair and exposed her snowy neck... He swallowed and tried to focus on the silky black.

Her skin was extremely white... From her back, you could see a beautiful body under the clear water. He quickly put away his wanton eyes and secretly restrained himself and began to gently wash her head.

"Are you really okay?"

"No, of course not." He followed the conversation and said casually, trying to divert his attention: "In terms of physical skills, I'm quite agile. But I accidentally slipped down a steep slope when I was trying to save someone. Brother Peng, they didn't know that I was good at qinggong and could turn over and climb up. That's why they thought I and Zhang The old man and the others are in trouble." It took a lot of effort to walk back with Old Man Zhang on his back. I was afraid that she wouldn't be able to wait for anyone at home, so I borrowed a lantern and went home in the rain.

Thinking of her braving the heavy rain to find out his whereabouts, he felt moved.

He originally thought that his love for her was more important than her love for him - he had already prepared it in his heart. After all, he was the first to fall in love with her, and he was the one who had been in love with her for the longest time. He never expected that he could actually possess so much in her heart. He should be satisfied with the small portion.

Her soft and thin silk threads passed through his fingers, almost reluctant to let go. When his fingertips accidentally touched her back, he quickly retracted it as if he was burned and noticed that she seemed to tremble as well.

"Is the water cold?" he asked concernedly.

"No...it's still hot."

Her voice started to become hoarse again. This situation has never caused bad luck before, and she was afraid that she really caught the cold and said:

"Close your eyes, I'm going to flush the water." He took a ladle and dipped into the water, and accidentally saw the spring light emerging under the water.

His face flushed, he quickly closed his eyes and flushed the water randomly. He didn't dare to open his eyes when he heard her cough several times. He waited until he finished rinsing her head, then quickly took two steps away and said hoarsely: "Get ready to get up."

He returned to the inner room in embarrassment, feeling a little dizzy, and the scene he had just peeked through kept flashing through his mind. He was annoyed at his obscenity...was he obscene? He just couldn't restrain himself from the woman he loved.

He also wanted to touch her and caress her. In fact, he could use wine to pretend to be crazy that day - she was his wife and it was natural for her to be treated as Duke Zhou... But he couldn't do it!

He believed that even if he really took possession of her body in the name of drunkenness that night, she would not resist and would even be willing to do so because he was her husband and the one she wanted to spend the rest of her life with.

But he always wanted her to have a little more affection besides being willing.

"Bad luck?"

Her cry made him come back to his senses, wiped his flushed face, covered his eyes, picked up another clean old blanket and walked outside.

"Be careful, I'm about to pick you up." He said, bending down to wrap her body in the blanket, but suddenly he found two naked arms automatically wrapped around his neck.

He stopped.

"What's the matter?" she asked. "Do you mind getting wet?"

Her voice sounded so thin that it was hard to tell whether she suddenly wanted to tease him again.

He shook his head:

"No, you are stable."

When he picked her up into the water, he felt as if her cheek was nestled into his chest. He gathered his thoughts and walked quickly back to the inner room, placed her on the bed, and quickly let go of his hand.

"Cover the quilt quickly and I'll get you clothes."

"ah……"

He stopped with her back on his back. "What's the matter?"

"I forgot to tell you I did all the laundry."

He was taken aback for a moment, then forced a smile:

"It doesn't matter. Just leave your underwear unwashed. I collected a few clean ones before..."

"It's all washed." She said calmly.

"...not one of them?"

"Yeah." She got into bed and blinked at the rain outside the window. "Do you mind if I sleep naked?"

"Of course not..." He cleared his throat: "The most important thing is not to catch a cold."

She answered again. When he put out the candle and fell asleep on the floor, she said again:

"The bed is really small."

"……yes."

"If you squeeze two people, don't you know how crowded it will be?"

Her voice was hoarse again. He was sure he heard it right. Looking down from the bed, he saw her nestled in the quilt and looking out the window intently.

"I have no idea."

After a moment of silence, he thought she was a little depressed when she fell asleep:

"I'm really afraid that you won't come back today."

He could handle this topic and couldn't help but sigh in relief and smile:

"Have you forgotten that I am a long-lived person who can live a long, long time?"

"Yeah... the person who said that to you must not be able to understand my feelings."

She was the one who said he lived a long life. Po Lun felt more and more something was wrong, and he got up from the old quilt and saw her delicate side.

"Fu'er, what happened to you tonight?"

"Seeing you every day is a natural thing. I never thought that one day you would disappear from my life."

"I'm not going away," he said softly.

She slowly turned around and the embroidered quilt slid slightly, revealing her slender shoulders as white as jade. His heart was beating secretly and he quickly looked away.

She lowered her eyes.

"I know you won't disappear, but I'm starting to get scared..." This was the first time I was so scared that I couldn't help myself.

It turns out that people's feelings can keep increasing. I thought I liked it, but I didn’t expect it to increase rapidly without even realizing it.

After realizing how terrible my love for him was, I suddenly felt that I could begin to understand how he felt about loving me.

Especially since she had just begun to experience it, but he had already experienced it for several years, she couldn't help but feel a little more pity for him when she thought about it.

She could also finally understand the strong desire contained in his eyes when she occasionally saw him looking at Yuji. She had never thought there was anything wrong with him bathing her before, but now his touch would make her tremble from the bottom of her heart. Because she understood how much emotion was hidden in his body, and her body already had feelings that could echo his.

She... doesn't want to ignore it.

"Fuer?"

"I remember you said I looked like candy to you?"

"Yes, why suddenly--"

"Do you want some candy now?" she asked softly.

"Now? It's so late and there's no--"

"Really not?"

Po Luck secretly looked around. "No sugar."

She sighed weakly and he was about to ask what was going on. Her cheeks were so red that she lifted up a corner of the quilt and asked in a very soft voice:

"Do you want candy?"

He glared at her.

a long time

"I'm so cold. Do you have to think about it for so long?"

The figure on the ground in the dark night finally moved onto the narrow little bed. The two dark figures slowly... first started with the protruding lips touching once, twice, and three times... the soft lengths wrapped around each other's bodies and then gradually superimposed into one--

The hoarse and trembling voice came up again:

"From now on, you can eat sweets when you want...sugar is no longer a luxury for you..."