He got up, walked to the window, opened it, and saw a slender figure standing on a pavilion not far from the window.
The robes fluttered in the night wind, bringing with them bursts of fragrance of green bamboo.
He couldn't see his face clearly, but his tall and erect posture was something Feng Hongluan was very familiar with.
Looking across half the garden, his song ended with a melodious sound. He put down the flute, stepped on the branches, and came to the window in three or five steps.
He grew out of the window, and his black hair was tied up tightly with only a gold hairpin, revealing his handsome face.
Wearing a robe with wide sleeves, the wind blows gently and the clothes are fluttering.
The collar is embroidered with a delicate golden pattern, giving it a noble yet casual look.
When she saw his eyes looking complexly at her face, she averted his eyes and said softly: "Still not sleeping yet?"
He stood at the window and looked at Feng Hongluan deeply.
"I miss you, I miss you so much."
My heart still trembled, it wasn't that I didn't love him, it was just that lunch spanned the distance between them.
Just like now, they are very close to each other, but there is still a window between them.
"I'm so tired and want to rest."
She stretched out her hand to close the window. She couldn't face Hong Yan. Xiao Yunye's death was still a big pain in her heart.
She could do it without becoming angry and hysterical, but she couldn't do it as she did before and had a deep relationship with Hong Yan and respected each other as guests.
"Hong Luan!" He stretched out his hand to stop her from closing the window, and there was a bit of pain in his eyes: "I miss you."
I don’t know if he has aphasia, but he can only say this sentence.
She was silent, and his slender fingers let go of the window, and caressed her cheek through the window. His black eyes were bottomless. I didn't know what he was thinking, but those rough hands were touching Feng Hongluan's.
On the cheek, gently caress and wander.
It crossed her smooth face, landed on her chin, gently lifted her chin, and met her watery eyes with his dark eyes.
"What about you, do you miss me?"
In her current state of mind, she couldn't tell whether she wanted to say something like this or not.
"It's getting late!"
She avoided answering, and her words were somewhat distant.
You can see the pain in his eyes.
He let go of his hand and his eyes dimmed: "You won't forgive me in the end, will you?"
Feng Hongluan remained silent.
He thought she had acquiesced, and his eyes were even duller.
"Sorry to bother you."
He turned around and walked away step by step, his back looking so cold.
Feng Hongluan couldn't bear to look at it, so she closed the window and turned her back. She stretched out her hand to hold her chest.
Thinking that Hong Yan would be sad, seeing him not knowing how to get close, but seeing him leave, it would make her heartache.
Taking a deep breath, she allowed herself to live a better life.
Walking towards the bed, wanting to rest, she knew it was useless to think too much. The relationship between her and Hong Yan was now a mess, and she could not find a way to unlock it, nor could she find a clue to straighten it out.
The day she didn't let go, the day she couldn't face Hong Yan.
Suddenly, the window above the light was opened, and Hong Yan jumped over the window and jumped in.
When Feng Hongluan was still stunned in place, he almost stepped forward and pressed Feng Hongluan tightly on his shoulders.
"Please, Hong Luan, don't hate me. I told myself to wait for your anger to subside, but I can't do it. Not being able to see you for a day is torture to me. I can't do it. You are back.
I don’t want to let you go, it’s fine if you ignore me, but don’t drive me away.”
His force was so heavy that it seemed like he was going to crush her into bones and blood. She struggled a little, but he only held her tighter.
Being pressed against his chest, she almost couldn't breathe.
Gradually, she forgot to refuse. His voice was too humble, so humble that she couldn't bear to refuse.
She just stood quietly like that, but didn't hug him back.
But even so, Hong Yan was satisfied. As long as he didn't refuse, as long as she no longer refused him, anything was fine.
Even if she doesn't love him anymore, that's okay.
As long as she is willing to stay by his side.
Time passed like quicksand between his fingers. After standing for a long time until his feet were almost numb, he finally let go of her and looked at her quietly with a pair of black eyes.
He wanted to say something, but Feng Hongluan beat him to it.
"It's night, let's take a rest."
She reached out and untied his clothes herself.
There was some emotion in his eyes, and he gently held Feng Hongluan's hand.
"Hongluan, I love you."
Feng Hongluan raised her head and looked at Hongyan with complicated eyes: "If I say that I love you too, it must be the truth, but I'm sorry that I can't say it."
She had already thought about that lengthy hug, and her tone of voice was deliberate. She was looking for a way to get along with Hong Yan, so it was better to just let nature take its course.
For example, now, what she says is what she wants to say.
Hong Yan was startled, then smiled bitterly and sweetly: "I know, but thank you for letting me know that at least you still have me in your heart."
"Go to bed, it's getting late."
"Um!"
In the dark night, he still hugged her gently from behind as usual, but her body was very stiff. Hong Yan felt sad, and she rejected him from the bottom of her heart.
But she was willing to let him hold her like this, which was the greatest kindness to him.
Hong Yan didn't pray that he could go back to the past. What he was doing now was beyond his expectation.
He really doesn't dare to be greedy.
*
When I woke up in the morning, Hong Yan was still sleeping peacefully beside me.
Her long eyelashes, like butterfly wings, make women jealous.
Feng Hongluan carefully pulled out of his arms, but woke him up.
Sleepily, he gave her a gentle smile: "Are you up?"
This smile seemed to have erased everything from yesterday. Time went back to those countless mornings. Every day when she woke up, he would always ask: "Wake up!"
Involuntarily, she replied: "Well, I've had enough sleep."
And he habitually repeated the previous actions, half-propped his waist, stretched out his left cheek to her, waiting for her morning kiss.
It wasn't until he felt that she hadn't moved for a long time that he sat up apologetically: "I'm sorry."
He didn't know what he was sorry for. He only felt bitter in his heart, but he didn't feel aggrieved at all, because he knew this was his punishment.