MTL - After Marrying the Sick and Weak Son, I Turned Around (I Turned Over A New Leaf After Marrying A Sickly Lord)-Chapter 340 Pounce directly!

   Chapter 340 Straight down!

  The candle is lit, and the room is bright…

   Su Anan looked at the decorations in the house, and suddenly all the tension disappeared.

   Nothing has changed in the house, except for the new quilt, the rest has kept the way she remembered.

   She pushed open the window, and a cool breeze came in, blowing away a little alcohol in the house.

   took a deep breath of the clear bamboo fragrance mixed in the wind, Su Anan couldn't help letting out a soft sigh, this small bamboo house carried her happiest time, in her memory, it will never fade.

   She turned around and walked around the room, swiping her fingertips across the bamboo table, bookshelf, pen holder, and finally came to the place where the small dark pavilion was.

   Back then, it was here that she accidentally bumped into the dark pavilion, and a jug of wine popped out.

   She missed every inch here, and subconsciously reached out and pressed the buckle.

With a    click, the cassette was ejected. There was no wine in it, only a letter and an unfinished belt...

The    letter was given to Heli by her at that time, and it was wrinkled on the outside, as if it had been ravaged by irritability and then flattened.

   It can be imagined that he should have wanted to destroy the Heli book, but he didn't do it in the end. Instead, he picked it up and carefully flattened it...

   Su Anan put down the Heli book and looked at the belt.

  The belt is embroidered with auspicious Ruyi patterns, and the final outline is still needed to finish, but that last night, he did not let her finish the embroidery...

   Her fingertips caressed the pattern on the top, and saw the part of the line below, and for a moment, she remembered what Aunt Xiao said, he often stared at the belt in a daze.

   Come to think of it, he should not only be in a daze, but also rubbed the belt countless times, so that the bottom is all off the line.

  Su An comforted the part that went off the line, and suddenly laughed, but the eyes of the smile were a little sour.

   The wind is blowing outside the window, and the bamboo leaves are rustling.

   Blowing through the robes of the people in the courtyard, sending a scent of autumn dew white...

  Shen Juncheng held the wine jar and stood stiffly in the garden, motionless.

   The lamp was on and the window was open. She stood at the window, holding a belt that had not been embroidered many years ago, with a dazzling expression on her face.

   An orange halo appeared in the house, sprinkled on her figure, very soft, like a wife at home waiting for her husband to return, so gentle.

   Shen Juncheng never expected to bring the wine back, and what he saw was this picture.

   Sure enough, did you have a hallucination after drinking too much?

   How could she appear, how could she hold his things and show such a gentle expression.

   She should be a family of three, warm and harmonious, on the edge that he can no longer touch...

   He stared blankly, daring not to make a sound or move, for fear of breaking the beautiful illusion.

   In the silence, Su Anan seemed to smell a hint of the aroma of wine coming from the outside, and suddenly turned around to see the familiar and desolate figure in the courtyard.

   He didn't know when he came back, and he didn't know how long he had been standing. He was holding a jar of wine in his left hand, and his crescent-white robe drew an elegant arc in the night.

  Su Anan didn't move, just looked at him so quietly, his eyes seemed to have gone through four years ago, and he suddenly remembered when he saw him in Shenzhuang Lihuayuan.

   At that time, his white clothes were as white as snow, heavier than pear blossoms.

   Now, he is standing in the night. Although he has taken away the whiteness, he has lit up those pale eyes.

   The faint light shattered into his eyes, and the coolness was smudged with warmth, her youth had grown up, and people couldn't move their eyes...

  The wind passed through the hall, suddenly extinguishing the flaming candle, and the surroundings fell into a haze.

   Shen Juncheng still didn't move, looking at the back of the hazy end, she turned away and looked at it so lightly.

   He didn't chase, because this scene had appeared countless times in dreams or hallucinations.

   In the end, she left...

  At first, he refused to accept his fate, was unwilling, nostalgic, and frantically pursued, but in the end, it was all empty.

   So I was calmer in the back, and I could quietly watch her go away and run towards my own beauty.

   The dark night engulfed her figure, and the bamboo house returned to a lonely and empty look.

   He looked at the dark window like an abyss and let out a very light laugh.

  Look, it really is, it is an illusion...

   Just as he was thinking sadly and decadently, a pair of jasmine satin embroidered shoes suddenly appeared in front of him, and on top of that, it was the face he was thinking about day and night.

   Before he could react, his arms suddenly softened, and Su Anan rushed over and hugged him tightly.

   "Shen Juncheng..." She said, with grievance and joy in her voice, "What are you doing, I've been waiting for you for a while."

  Shen Juncheng froze for a moment, thinking that he might be a little seriously drunk, and muttered, "Has the hallucination worsened?"

   Not only heard her slightly coquettish tone, but also felt the fragrance on her body, the long-lost and extremely familiar fragrance...

   He stretched out his hand suddenly, wanting to touch her, but just raised it, then retracted it.

  If it was an illusion, wouldn't it be broken by him reaching out?

   Su Anan heard his muttering, and felt even more distressed, and pulled away from his embrace slightly, seeing that he was worried about gains and losses, wanted to touch but dared not touch himself, suddenly tiptoed and gently kissed the corner of his lips.

   "Does it still feel like a hallucination?"

  Shen Juncheng touched the corner of his lower lip, looked down at her, the dignified general, rarely showed such a silly expression, and said, "It's not an illusion."

   Su Anan smiled, and just about to answer, he heard him add, "I must be dreaming."

   Su Anan: "…"

   She tiptoed again, bit his lips, blushed and said, "Does it hurt in a dream?"

  Shen Juncheng lowered his head, his voice a little empty, "It hurts in a dream..."

   He couldn't breathe because of the pain. Every time he woke up, he felt like the whole world had abandoned him.

   Su An'an's eyes turned red, and hugged him tightly again, "in the future, it won't hurt anymore, I'm back, I'm really back."

   "Shen Juncheng, you are no longer alone, you still have me..."

   Her crying shoulders trembled slightly, tears wet his clothes and burnt his heart.

  Shen Juncheng finally reached out his hand tremblingly and hugged her back, even if it was a dream, he wanted to hug her tightly.

   "An An," he carefully called out the name that he had not dared to touch for a long time, and prayed, "Will you stay with me?"

   Don't walk away like you used to, leaving behind a back that he can no longer capture.

   "Just stay with me for a while..."

   Su An'an's heart was soft and messy. She wanted to explain that this was not a dream, not an illusion, and she would not disappear, but when she touched the weak and humble light in his eyes, she suddenly felt that all the words were not enough to appease him.

  She stretched out her hand, clasped his palm tightly, turned and walked towards the inner room of the bamboo hut.

  Since he drank too much and thought it was an illusion and a dream, then she made him feel the reality.

   Yaoniang's method may sometimes be the most direct and effective.

   She mustered up her courage and directly knocked Shen Juncheng down!

  It probably took all the courage of her life.

   (end of this chapter)