Wang Wanzhi listened to Xie Fu's voice, and there seemed to be colors and scenes in the darkness. She seemed to see everything Xie Fu saw through Xie Fu's eyes.
"Reach out."
Xie Fu's voice came softly, and Wang Wanzhi reached out her hand gropingly, waiting quietly.
Thanks to Fu Yuqi, she let the petals blown to the ground by the wind float to the palm of her hand.
Wang Wanzhi could feel the petals falling on her palms, as if they were nothing, and she moved her hands to her face tremblingly.
Before she even got close to the tip of her nose, she smelled a hint of drunkenness in the human world, and this fragrance warmed her heart.
"Wanzhi, this world is still beautiful, you and I."
Wang Wanzhi didn't respond, and Xie Fu said softly: "Do you still want to watch it again?"
"Look at the wind chimes under the eaves, who hung them? They are so colorful and beautiful..."
Wang Wanzhi asked Yan Yu to hang those wind chimes specially. She liked to listen to the sound of wind chimes very much. The breeze carried Xie Fu's breath and her heartbeat swayed with the jingling of the wind chimes under the eaves, like a beautiful piece of music that intoxicated Wang Wanzhi.
As Xie Fu spoke, he used Qi to make the bells move in an intricate manner. Relying on his musical skills, he used the bells to perform a piece of music full of joy in the world.
Listening to Xie Fu's voice, Wang Wanzhi slowly closed her eyes, her expression became peaceful and steady, and her pursed lips formed a slight smile.
The gentle sunshine of spring shines on her face, and her pale face is scattered with a few tufts of hair, so heart-wrenching and loving.
Xie Fu wanted to reach out and push the hair away from her face, but he was afraid of disturbing her who had just fallen asleep.
You, who are cold and dignified, are only willing to show such a weak look when you are asleep?
I'm here, you don't have to be strong in front of me, you can cry, you can vent your grievances and pain.
Even if you are blind, your world will not be dark.
Yan Yu walked gently to Xie Fu's side. The calmer the young lady was, the more frightened she felt inside. Seeing the young lady calm down, her anxious heart dropped.
Xie Fu hissed, signaling Yan Yu not to make any noise and disturb her.
She must be exhausted both physically and mentally. She needs a good sleep.
Xie Fu hugged her, he was very afraid of losing her, he wanted to hug her tighter, but he was afraid not to use too much force.
Wanzhi, I love you.
You must be waiting for this sentence. You have been waiting very hard and anxiously, right?
I love you, and I have your mark on my heart that can never be removed.
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The streets of Jinling under the spring sun are as beautiful as a painting. The spacious streets are lined with leaves and flowers rippling gently in the breeze.
People were coming and going in an orderly manner on the street, and the air was filled with the smell of peddlers and lackeys.
Cries, footsteps, greetings, voices of men and women, old people and children.
Wang Wanzhi woke up amidst the bustle and noise. This was an experience she had never had before. As soon as she woke up, she was surrounded by the vitality and excitement of the world.
She opened her eyes, trying to see the lively scene in front of her, but the darkness in front of her shocked her. She was already blind.
She could no longer see anything, and there was only endless darkness in her world.
She was not used to being blind yet, and she couldn't tell whether she felt dejected or numb.
Does she really not care? Does she really have no nostalgia for this world?
At this moment, she couldn't tell the difference.
The warmth on her face made her feel like she was bathing in the warm spring sun, and her body was moving so lightly that she didn't have to use any strength.
This unprecedented experience made her feel like a dream. Am I dreaming?
She groped with her hands, and suddenly she felt her nose and eyebrows. It was a man's face, which startled her.
You can feel the trembling of your eyebrows with your fingers, and then a familiar voice floats over: "You're awake."
This familiar voice made Wang Wanzhi immediately calm down, "Fu... Mr. Xie, where is this?"
The title Mr. Xie made Mr. Xie feel that she was deliberately keeping a distance from him. He felt a little sad and said with a smile: "This is on the street."
"on the street?"
Yes, she was indeed on the street, with sunshine, noisy sounds, dense footsteps, and even Wang Wanzhi could smell the smell of food. She was indeed on the street.
She was moving, and suddenly she realized that she was on Xie Fu's back, and that he was carrying her.
Xie Fu asked: "Are you happy if I take you out shopping?"
Wang Wanzhi said coldly: "Put me down."
"Don't let go!"
Wang Wanzhi's voice was cold: "Put me down!"
"Don't let go!"
"I hate you!"
These words were not playful, Xie Fu could feel her deep disgust, and he let Wang Wanzhi go.
The moment Wang Wanzhi landed, the darkness in front of her made her feel like she was on a deep, dark river. The crowds of people around her were like waves, and she was at a loss as to what to do.
Then Xie Fu seemed to disappear. This thought made her more frightened and uneasy than being in a deep river.
She bit her lip, raised her hand and gently groped for a step towards the darkness.
A hand immediately grabbed her, thick and warm, it was Xie Fu's hand. Wang Wanzhi shook it off coldly: "I don't need you."
Xie Fu said softly: "Do you want to go home?"
Wang Wanzhi didn't answer. She wanted to go back and wait for death, but she didn't want to ask. As she said, she didn't need him and didn't want him anymore.
Xie Fu said softly: "I just want to go back, can we go together?"
As he spoke, he took a step. This step was so heavy that his footsteps drowned out the noisy sounds. Wang Wanzhi followed up and took a tentative step.
Xie Fu took another step, and Wang Wanzhi followed suit.
Xie Fu's voice drifted over: "This is East Seventh Street, it's as lively as usual. On the left is the lady buying tofu, on the right is the Hongwei Building. People are coming in and out at the door. It's still the best restaurant on this street..."
Wang Wanzhi followed Xie Fu's voice and followed his steps. Although his eyes were dark, strangely, a scene emerged in his mind.
Her steps gradually became brisk, as if she was walking in a dream.
Xie Fu kept talking, his mouth was dry and he paused to moisten his throat.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Wang Wanzhi asked: "Where are you?" Without Xie Fu's voice, she immediately returned to the endless darkness.
Xie Fu said quickly: "A carriage is coming in front, about ten feet away from us. Let's stand aside and go, one step, two steps, three steps."
Wang Wanzhi moved to the side with Xie Fu, and soon felt the carriage passing by.
As he was walking like this, Fu Xie almost ran out of words. As soon as he stopped, Wang Wanzhi immediately asked: "Where are you?"
Just as Fu Xie was about to respond, Wang Wanzhi smelled something: "Old Hu's Bun Shop, why are you going further and further away? This is not the way home."
She has left the confines of Wu Yi Lane, or in other words, left her home.
Xie Fu did not answer Wang Wanzhi's question, but asked: "Are you hungry?"
Wang Wanzhi didn't respond. She didn't really want to talk to him. She just wanted to go home.
Xie Fu scanned the restaurants on both sides. There were no big restaurants here, they were all small restaurants serving peddlers and lackeys.
Most restaurants are still very lively and filled with the atmosphere of the market, but in view of Wang Wanzhi's current special situation, Xie Fu still chose a small restaurant that looked particularly deserted.
"There is a small restaurant in front, let's go in and have something to eat."
Wang Wanzhi stood motionless.
Xie Fu said: "I'm hungry. I haven't eaten anything all day."
Wang Wanzhi then said: "Let's go."
Xie Fu said nothing, but his footsteps were still heavy enough that Wang Wanzhi could hear them.
Occasionally, when someone came to meet him, Xie Fu, who was always modest, waved his hand rather domineeringly, signaling the person to step aside.
This attitude is like that of an arrogant and domineering young master.
Stepping into the small restaurant, Xie Fu seemed to smell the smell of his hometown.
An elderly couple looked sad and sighed, and next to them was a sign that had just been taken down.
It seems that business is too bad and they want to close down.
The elderly couple were obviously surprised when they saw a guest coming in.
After the old man came to his senses, he apologized and said, "Sir, I'm very sorry, the shop has closed."
Xie Fu said with a smile: "You are a guest when you come in, there is no reason to chase them away." He mainly smelled the smell of his hometown, otherwise he would not force others.
The old woman stepped forward and said, "You two, it's better to leave, otherwise someone will cause trouble for you later."
Xie Fu asked: "What's the point? If I just eat a meal, others will make trouble for me."
After the old woman explained it, Fu Xie realized that originally this small restaurant was doing a very prosperous business with an endless stream of customers. Later, the surrounding small restaurants didn't like it, so they joined forces and took turns to come every day to find trouble.
Gradually there are fewer and fewer customers, and business has plummeted. I just took down the sign and plan to close today.
Xie Fu turned to look at Wang Wanzhi: "Should you take care of these unruly people?"
Wang Wanzhi did not answer Xie Fu's question and said coldly: "Let's go."
The old man suddenly said: "Today I will greet the last guest of the young master. It can be considered a happy ending. The old lady will open the stove."
"Sir, what do you want to eat?"
Xie Fu looked at the sign he took off and said, "Let's just eat Yangzhou fried rice."
"good."
Xie Fu tapped the table with his fingers so that Wang Wanzhi could identify the direction: "Sit down."
Wang Wanzhi heard the sound and walked over. Xie Fu waited on her carefully. When he saw Wang Wanzhi sitting down firmly, he sat down next to her.
The sound of crackling fried rice came from the kitchen.
Xie Fu kept introducing the Yangzhou fried rice to Wang Wanzhi.
When he got to the point of interest, Wang Wanzhi seemed to be annoyed by his voice and interrupted coldly: "I know."
Mr. Yuan Jing once told her about Yangzhou fried rice in a letter, which fascinated her so much that she went to taste this famous Yangzhou dish.
I don’t know if she has eaten all kinds of delicacies from mountains and seas, but this Yangzhou famous food did not surprise her. To be honest, it was far worse than the meals cooked by Xie Fu.
After a while, the old man served Yangzhou fried rice.
Like a child, Mr. Xie exclaimed, "It's such a big plate. The grains are as golden as a plate of gold."
I wonder if it was because Xie Fu said it so vividly that Wang Wanzhi felt it was fragrant and colorful.
"Uncle, please bring me another plate and a pair of chopsticks. I will give half of it to my wife."
As Fu Xie spoke, he secretly observed Wang Wanzhi. Wang Wanzhi did not deny it, nor did he say anything, but his expression remained indifferent.