At night, after taking a shower, Song Yingwan saw Xie Ci sitting blankly on the chair, not knowing what she was thinking. Her hair had been wiped dry, so she simply threw away the towel and let it dry naturally.
She walked over and stood beside Xie Ci, touched his hair, and asked softly, "What's wrong with you?"
Xie Ci slowly raised his head after hearing the words. After a while, he took Song Yingwan's hand and pulled it to his side. He didn't say a word and rubbed it with his fingers.
Song Yingwan saw that something was indeed wrong with him, but she didn't look sick. She shook off the hand that was being held, sat on his lap, then held his face and asked, "What's wrong?"
Xie Ci stared for a moment, then his emotionless eyes fell. His handsome face was half-hidden in the shadow cast by Song Yingwan as he leaned over, and his coldness and alienation were even worse.
He blinked slightly and said seriously, "Wanwan, you are not helpless."
Song Yingwan was startled, and immediately realized that he was referring to what he said today at Beijing University. Then he struggled a little and said, "Is this what you were thinking about just now?"
Thank you and nodded slightly, "Yeah."
Song Yingwan couldn't laugh or cry, "I really just made a joke today, don't take it seriously."
Xie Ci raised his hand and touched Song Yingwan's face, and said in a light voice, "But I took it seriously."
As if he didn't want to give Song Yingwan another chance to speak, he then said, "Wanwan, I am your husband, and we will spend the rest of our lives with each other until the day our hair turns gray and our face grows old, so you You can always trust me and regard me as your support.”
Song Yingwan fell into silence, looking at him with bright black eyes.
Neither of them is a talkative person, but they understand each other very well. They can understand each other's feelings without having to say a lot of words. Most of them come naturally and naturally. Although the few words of thank you just said were not decorated with gorgeous rhetoric. , but it seemed like a heavy fist hit my heart, making my heart shrink suddenly.
Only then did Song Yingwan realize that she also needed a sense of security. Ever since she came to this strange world, she had separated herself from everyone, thinking that this was the safest way.
But emotions are not so easily controlled by herself. Family, friendship and love make her feel that this world is real. From Zhang Ru and Song's father at the beginning to the thank you now, everyone is irreplaceable in her heart. of.
An itching sensation hit her waist, and Song Yingwan came back to her senses. She bent her lower lip and said lingeringly, "You have always been my support, from the day I married you."
Xie Ci's eyes narrowed slightly, and his fingertips passed the end of her eyes, "You're so good."
Song Yingwan chuckled, moved closer and wrapped her arms around his neck, and the two of them hugged each other intimately.
Xie Ci hugged her tighter, rested his chin on her shoulder, and said in a low voice, "Then don't say those words in the future, okay? I don't like to hear it."
This was the first time that he had expressed his dissatisfaction so openly. Song Yingwan gently tilted his head and said without hesitation, "Okay."
Since he doesn't like to hear it, she won't talk about it in the future.
Ever since Zhang Ru and Song's father came over, Grandpa Xie and Grandma Xie often came here to take a look. Each time they just sat for a while and then went back. Liu Wenjun also came here a few times.
Zhang Ru and Liu Wenjun were very good at chatting with each other. They were about the same age and temperament, and had similar interests. They naturally got along well when they went back and forth, and they felt like they had met so late.
On this day, Zhang Ru actually left Song Yingwan and went shopping alone with Liu Wenjun. When Song Yingwan came back from outside, she didn't see Zhang Ru. Only Song's father was sitting in the yard, drinking tea leisurely.
She asked casually, "Dad, why don't you see my mother?"
"She went out with your eldest aunt and has been gone for a while."
Song Yingwan felt relieved after hearing this. He thought the two of them had something to discuss, so he didn't take it to heart.
When Zhang Ru came back in the afternoon with large and small bags, Song Yingwan was stunned for a moment and said, "Mom, did you go shopping with your eldest aunt?"
There was a smile on Zhang Ru's eyebrows, obviously very happy, and she said nonchalantly, "That's right."
Song Yingwan frowned slightly. Every time Liu Wenjun came over, Zhang Ru talked the most with her, but she didn't expect that the two of them had reached the point where they could go shopping together. This was really surprising.
But the next moment she became happy. Originally, she was worried that Zhang Ru would feel bored here, but now that she had someone to talk to, she might be able to stay for two more days.
And after getting along for such a long time, Song Yingwan discovered that Liu Wenjun actually didn't have a friend with whom he could talk intimately. It wasn't that Liu Wenjun was withdrawn, but that she didn't want to stay with those people who always had small calculations. In comparison, She preferred to be by herself.
Song Yingwan smiled softly, this was the best of both worlds.
She wasn't worried about Song's father and Song Yingchen. Naturally, wherever Zhang Ru was, they were there.
Zhang Ru saw Song Yingwan standing there and giggling, and said doubtfully, "Wanwan, what are you doing standing there in a daze? Come and see the clothes I bought for you."
"Did you buy me some clothes?" Song Yingwan walked over.
Zhang Ru smiled and said, "The clothes here are still beautiful. Look how pretty this skirt is."
Song Yingwan knew at a glance that it was not a bargain, and said helplessly, "Mom, you don't have to buy it for me. I don't lack clothes. I finally went shopping. You should buy a few more items for yourself."
"I bought it. What do you think of the color?" Zhang Ru said, taking out two sets of clothes from another bag and gesturing on them while asking.
Originally, Zhang Ru didn't plan to buy so many, but the stores Liu Wenjun took her to were all newly opened in the past two years. The styles in them were fashionable and the quality was good. Although they were a bit expensive, they were still very cost-effective.
In addition, Liu Wenjun has poisonous eyes, so the clothes he picked for Zhang Ru are all suitable for her. What woman doesn't love beauty, and Zhang Ru really likes it, so she bought so many.
Song Yingwan didn't say anything when he saw that she had really bought it for him. Then he looked at it carefully, bent his eyes and gave a thumbs up, "Mom, this dress looks good."
Father Song saw Zhang Ru was so happy and said, "Let Wanwan take you to buy more clothes tomorrow."
Zhang Ru smiled, "As long as the clothes are enough, why buy so many."
Then he took out another shirt and handed it to Father Song, "Here, this is yours."
Father Song put down the water glass in his hand and took it, his voice slightly raised, "Hey, I still have mine."
"It's all there."
When Xie Ci came in, he saw the whole family looking happy and happy, and couldn't help but smile, "What's wrong?"
Song Yingwan heard the voice and walked over and pulled him and said, "Mom went shopping today and bought clothes for each of us."
What Zhang Ru handed over was still a shirt, but it was in the style of a coat. The color was very light blue-gray, making it appear younger.
He took the thank you blankly and said, "...Thank you, Mom."
