C71 How Was Your Sleep Last Night

After a short pause, Fu Yuan took the initiative to hold her hand. He was afraid that he would touch her injured index finger, so he directly held her wrist.

His finger rested on his wrist again, holding down the throbbing pulse.

The heartbeat and pulse are the same.

Jiang Wenshu rotated his wrist and automatically shoved three fingers into his hand.

"Ginger …"

Bang! He opened his mouth, and just as he spoke, the rest of his words were replaced by the sounds of fireworks. Jiang Wangshu heard him call out to him, but did not hear what he said. Perhaps he did not say anything more.

She quickly let go of the atmosphere. She would speak to An An in whispers, and when she saw the strange fireworks in the sky, she would happily point her finger at Yu An.

He lowered his head to look at her. He still looked like a child, but his smile was innocent and his eyes were curved like crescent moons. It had been a long time since he last saw her so happy.

There were couples all around him, and a few who were not. They were all at the end of the line, and when the time came for them to get excited, they would embrace the fireworks. Not only did it give them a sacred feeling, it also gave them a sense of solemnity.

Anthea had long since quietly loosened her grip on Ole's neck. Her excitement had died down and all that was left was awkwardness.

"Does it look good?" The other one let go of her hand.

Fu Yu An came up behind her and covered her eyes with his hand, his chest pressed against her back. He bent down and placed his chin on her shoulder, his voice ringing in her ears. "Do you like it?"

It was dark before her eyes, and she could see nothing, as if she could hear nothing but the words he had whispered in her ear: Do you like it?

"I like it."

He smiled. "As long as you like it." Then he took her hand again.

"Where to?"

"Set up the tent."

In the end, this was the end. Jiang Wenshu followed him for a few steps before stopping. "Do you really want to sleep on the mountain?"

"Then let's go down the mountain now?"

"Can't you leave?"

He shook his head, "It's not easy to walk in the fog at night. Now that we're leaving, aren't you afraid of death?"

"But …" But how could a tent sleep?

Fu Yuan called to her again, "Come over and help."

Their tent had just been set up, and Ale and An An had also arrived. They were a couple, so they would definitely sleep together. As for the rest, they didn't know or have any connections with each other, so they might not be willing to sleep together with her.

"I have a blanket in the car. Wait, I'll go get it for you."

Not long after, two days worth of blankets were tossed over to him. Fu Yuan caught them and passed them to Jiang Wenshu. "You go in first."

She hesitated for a moment, then obediently entered the tent. She stuck her head out again and asked, "What about you?"

"I'll wait."

Then he dragged Ole away.

"Must have gone to smoke, don't worry about them." Then he asked, "How long have you been dating each other? I think you're still very shy. Have you just gotten together? "

"Ah?" "We don't have it, not …" The words were about to come out of her mouth, but when she recalled that she didn't know how to explain it or how to explain it, she knew that it wasn't something that could be explained in a sentence or two.

Anthea put on a "I understand." She said good night and went to sleep in the tent.

Jiang Wenshu also lay back down in his tent, but he couldn't fall asleep. Listening to the commotion outside, he felt dizzy and touched his burning ears.

She thought back and forth, half dreaming and half awake, some thoughts crisscrossing, and finally drowsiness came. Finally, she slowly closed her eyes, drowning her in the tiring tides of the day and no longer having the energy to think about anything else.

Fu Yuhan smoked a few cigarettes outside before returning. He stood outside for a while to blow the wind, then opened the tent and walked in.

The tent wasn't big, but it wasn't small either. It was just big enough for two people to sleep in, and when Yu An got in and zipped it up, Jiang Wangshu was asleep with his back to him.

He sat with one leg crossed and turned his head to look at her breathing softly and moving, and suddenly he felt calm.

Ever since he could remember, he had slept by himself, opened his eyes, closed them, and was also alone. He was used to being alone, and over time, he did not feel lonely anymore, but once someone stumbled in, covered in sunlight and warmth, and dispersed the loneliness, it would be too difficult to return to his previous state.

He lay back on his arms, listening to the shallow breathing in his ears, thinking that before he dated Chen Mo, she was still a lively and cheerful girl who sometimes called him "Brother-in-law." But most of the time she called him by his name.

Of course, there were times when she was unhappy, but she never hid it from him. She would also tell him why, grumbling and complaining to herself, and when she felt annoyed, she would tell him that she was sorry to treat him like a trash can.

She had been a very cute, smoky little girl, happy, angry, and sad to share with him.

He hadn't experienced the warmth of a family for a few years, so he had developed a mild personality. Normally, he didn't talk much, and when someone was willing to nag him about life and share his emotions, he would feel very happy. That way, he would feel a sense of home, like a person who has been drifting on the sea all year round suddenly finding a harbor, it was a precious sense of belonging.

However, the little girl had grown up and had started to distance herself from him. That feeling of belonging which was hard to come by suddenly burst like a bubble.

A man who has experienced beauty cannot return to the dark.

He wrapped a strand of her hair with his fingertip, sighed silently, and faced her direction. He closed his eyes, smelled the faint fragrance on the tip of his nose, and fell into a deep sleep.

When he woke up, there was no one by his side. The tent was not closed, and a corner of the tent was exposed, reflecting the dazzling sunlight. He opened the tent and went out. Jiang Weishu was in the middle of preparing breakfast with An An.

"Morning." She greeted him as if nothing had happened and handed him a slice of bread with jam on it.

"Hot?" He took it. The bread was still hot.

"It was roasted on yesterday's grill. There should still be the smell of barbecue." She smiled into the sunlight, the corners of her eyes gold.

Fu Yu'an was swayed by her laughter and passed the bread to her. "Take it first. I'll rinse my mouth."

"Oh." She held the bread in one hand and the clip in the other as she rummaged through the roasted bacon on the shelf.

Aile came out of the woods with his pants up. Fu Yu An was rinsing his mouth with saliva, so he went up and hooked his shoulder. "You're up?" How was your sleep last night? "

Fu Yu An spat on the ground and then took his hand away. "Dirty."