Heaven Official’s Blessing

After returning home, without saying anything, he took the bullock cart and went out to return it to the lender.

It was the first time that Juan Fu saw his depressed and forced smile. If he told him that she actually regained her memory and didn't want to go back to Tianshui Village, would he think that he stayed behind because he didn't want to drag down Feng Mingxiang and the others?

"Qin, I was really afraid that if my adopted father and I had a similar fate before he died, then if Mingxiang met me, would she meet my adopted father one day? So when I saw bad luck, I asked him to take me away. In the beginning, it was really because I didn’t want to drag them down in Tianshui Village... But why didn’t I let Feng Mingxiang see me but let Po Luck accompany me?” She murmured to herself.

Isn't she afraid of bad luck when she meets her adoptive father?

Although she would rather regard the man who looked like her adoptive father during the day as a mistake, she was still a little frightened and uneasy in her heart, but even in this situation, she did not want to leave.

She wanted to stay and live an ordinary life with Po Luck. The desire to have him stay with her actually gave her the idea of ​​​​taking a gamble.

"Could it be that... I really like him?" She was actually smiling even as she said to herself, which showed that liking Bad Luck was not an accident that she found difficult to accept.

Seeing that it was getting dark and he hadn't come back yet, she was surprised but still went into the kitchen to cook some vegetables.

Cooking is a huge undertaking for her. If she was unlucky, she would spend an hour waiting for the next dish to come out and the previous one would be completely cold.

By the time she finished cooking three dishes, she still hadn't returned home. She felt a little weird but thought maybe he was in a bad mood because he had gone for a walk somewhere.

She couldn't go anywhere anyway so she just sat at the table and waited for him.

Waiting, waiting - someone knocked on the door, she thought it was bad luck. When she opened the door, she saw a strange man. She was surprised and listened to what the man said. Then she closed the door and went back to the table thoughtfully to wait for someone.

It wasn't until she was already drowsy that she heard someone open the door and enter the house again.

"Bad luck?" She blinked and saw that he had this shaky and tangy smell that reminded her of what she smelled every day while hiding in the carriage when she first lost her memory -

"Ah, have you been drinking?"

"Does it smell bad? I'm sorry, I'm just too happy..."

"Happy?"

He saw her taking a step forward with a cane as if she wanted to help him. He was afraid that she would fall and quickly took a step back and leaned unsteadily against the wall. "I'm going to team up with someone to go hunting in the mountains."

"Team up?"

"Um.

Thick eyelashes covered his lowered eyes. He whispered: "When I was buying groceries, I heard that a businessman from out of town wanted to buy a large amount of animal skins. He was willing to pay a certain amount as a deposit. As long as the price discussion is fruitful, there will be no need to go out until next spring... "There will be enough time and money to take care of her."

Juan Fu tilted his head and looked at his drunken face and asked:

"Are you feeling bad?"

"Why don't you feel uncomfortable? It's too late for me to be happy." Po Luck chuckled. "Don't worry about whether no one will want the fur you hunt? Will it--" He took a few steps forward and saw a few dishes on the table with his dark eyes. "Are you still waiting for me to eat? I'm sorry...I was so happy that I forgot..." A feeling of nausea surged in my stomach, and I pushed the door open and ran out to vomit.

I vomited over and over again, almost vomiting out my heart and lungs. He closed his eyes and squatted in the corner until someone patted his back, then he opened his eyes and slowly turned around.

Under the moonlight, her expression was as natural as ever, as if she had no intention of reproaching him for what he did - maybe it was because she kept everything in her heart? So he could never see through what she was thinking... For example, why didn't she say anything after she regained her memory?

He sighed and said softly:

"sorry……"

"What are you sorry for? I heard people say that men always drink a few more drinks, especially when there is a happy event."

"A happy event? Yes, I will go up the mountain in two days--"

"No, no, no, I'm not talking about this happy event. Seeing that he had recovered from his drunkenness and looked a little confused, he still looked a little like a child. She winked and smiled in an interesting way: "Someone came to announce the good news just now. "

"Someone came to announce the good news?" Po Yun asked in surprise: "Who?"

Although this is his hometown, the scenery is completely different after ten years of separation, let alone the people.

Especially since he moved here, he has hardly interacted with anyone except Old Man Zhang and his family. Even the matter of forming a team to go up the mountain was when he returned the oxcart. Old Man Zhang mentioned that someone saw him showing off in the city and specifically recommended him to join the team. That's why he Stay and take a look at the partners you will be working with in the next few days.

"I don't know him either." Zhuan Yiyi smiled and said, "He said he was asked by you--"

Po Lun immediately narrowed his eyes and became fully awake.

"No! I didn't trust anyone! Who is he? Did he do anything to you?"

"I'm fine. He just told me that you won't be back tonight and asked me to prepare for a happy event."

"A happy event?!"

"You and Miss Xiaoqi."

"Me and her? How is that possible?"

"Is it really impossible?"

He didn't even have an idea of ​​what Zhang Xiaoqi looked like. How could he hold a wedding ceremony with her in a daze? Just as he was about to reply like this, he suddenly saw her staring at him with a smile on her face. His heart moved and he let out a soft "Yeah".

"I...didn't expect they would be so mean..." Do you think alcohol can cause sexual incest? Or do you think you can cook the meal as long as you wait for him to get drunk and carry him to the bed? Are there no men these days? Or did God see that he was too dissatisfied, so he sent him trouble specifically?

"That's because you only focus on me and haven't looked at yourself, so you don't know that you have something that others covet." She smiled. Seeing him opening his mouth to ask, she shrank back and stretched out her hand to him tentatively: "It's so cold. I tried my best when I came out. Can you carry me back to the room?"

Only then did Po Lun realize that she was thin and he quickly picked up her waist. Her body was a little cold. He was secretly annoyed that he had ignored her inconvenience.

Her limited mobility has become a normal part of life for him, and she is almost the first thing he thinks about instinctively.

Only today, Pingming knew she was waiting at home but didn't dare to come home.

Has she regained her memory?

She must remember the past!

This thought kept swirling in his mind and wanted to ask, but he didn't dare to ask! Afraid of answering, he was sure that the eloped couple who had begun to occupy a place in his memory would disappear.

He once told her that she loved him very much, so she wanted to run away and live with him despite being a rich man. It was so embarrassing to think about it now.

In fact, he is the most selfish, right? He said that forgetting the past would only be good for her. In fact, he just wanted to monopolize her and wanted her to face herself instead of going back to his sad past.

"you think……"

"What?"

"If I punish you by kneeling down, will you leave home in anger?"

"ah?"

"This is a matter of course. I heard others say so. You came home late and almost lost your virginity. Do you think you're sorry for me? Can I make you kneel down? I can keep it a secret and not tell anyone." She winked and smiled very broadly.

"This-" He was speechless.

A thought flashed through my mind

In fact, Chuan Fu hasn't recovered his memory yet, right?

In fact, she has recovered her memory long ago, right?

She must be remembering the past, right?

The memories of the past are still there, but it seems like things that happened in her previous life are vague and have nothing to do with her anymore. If she hadn't been so surprised to see someone who looked like her adoptive father, she might have really forgotten everything in the past and thought that she had lived here all her life.

She has only been living with bad luck for a few months.

"Well……"

The man sleeping on the ground turned over and caught her attention. She saw him sleeping facing her and seemed to be sleeping restlessly.

"You deserve it, who taught you to drink so much--" He whispered and quickly covered his mouth with his fingers. It took her a few blinks to realize that the soft, girl-like complaint came from her mouth.

Seeing that he seemed to be sweating a little from the heat and his cheeks were slightly red, she was afraid that he had caught a cold but refused to say anything. After thinking for a moment, she got out of bed, took the crutches, and stood up with great difficulty.

Using a cane was difficult and uncomfortable for her. Her legs had no strength at all and she had to rely on the two crutches on the left and right as a mouth. She would rather let Po Lun hold her legs easily than suffer this kind of physical discomfort. However, she had to learn, had to learn, otherwise he would never dare to go out for the rest of his life. Go hunting.

He walked back panting and almost fell down next to Po Luck. She took several breaths before gently wiping his face with a wrung towel.

"Drunk can solve a thousand worries. I haven't seen you solve any worries, but you were almost set up by someone." She complained softly: "If I'm not mistaken, you should be a teetotaler, right? How can you control yourself? She has always been very good at not being tempted by the outside world. Sometimes I think about how you were just a teenager at that time, how could you have self-restraint that others could not match?" She noticed that his brows frowned slightly, and the skin under her fingertips trembled slightly. She looked at him for a while, then closed her eyes and groped his distinct facial features with her fingers.

"These are your eyes, this is your nose...this is your mouth..." The skin under his fingers was a little hot. Is he really suffering from the cold? "It's strange that your face has become clearer and clearer under my eyelids recently even if I close my eyes..." After a pause, she struggled to reach over him and pull down the embroidered quilt on the bed to cover his body.

He moved slightly and she took the opportunity to follow him into the warm quilt. Suddenly her husband beside her stopped.

Like a stiff corpse that can't even move.

"It's so warm." She murmured, almost touching the tip of his nose. She curiously probed between his nose: "There is no breathing...can't you?" A slightly heavy breath slowly blew onto her cheek. She winked and said with a smile: "It turns out I was wrong. It’s so cold. I’m tired of climbing up and down to take care of you. Would you mind letting me sleep for a while?”

She seemed to be talking to herself, knowing that he would not wake up after being drunk, so she carefully moved her body closer to his body.

His body dissipated heat so much that she was almost moved to tears in the cool night.

She sighed contentedly and closed her eyes.

Wouldn't it be better if his body wasn't so fucked up?

After a while, she almost fell asleep, and suddenly she felt someone seemed to be watching her. Then she remembered that there was still something unresolved. She opened her eyes sleepily and saw that his eyelashes were moving, but he seemed to be still asleep.

She wanted to laugh and show him the warmth that had been flowing through her heart.

She rested her side on his shoulder and let her silky length slide down to the floor. She said softly:

"Bad luck, have I ever told you about the life I lived when I lost my memory? Without memory, I have no way of knowing whether I was maliciously abandoned by my relatives, so I had to make fun of myself and try to look for the best in everything. I thought maybe I just didn't Shen Luohe, my parents are busy looking for me... Well, if they find me, I won't blame them, they just need to take me home quickly... I waited for half a year, knowing it was impossible, but I still didn't give up hope. To be honest, I was able to make fun out of hardships and even I admired myself afterwards. I was quite proud of myself. Before I lost my memory, I must have been a very optimistic girl. It’s hard not to be liked by others. Maybe there are still people who secretly like me."

Youyou stared at his sleeping face in silence, and when she spoke again, it was a confusion that even she couldn't understand.

"Why didn't I leave you after all? I've been thinking about it over and over recently. I didn't want to hurt them, so I intuitively asked you to take me away. What would you do? Aren't I afraid that I would hurt you? I stayed just because Do I have no way to go?"

"What was I thinking at that time? I thought that I would live an ordinary life with you as an ordinary couple until I die of old age. This body with this name can also disappear from the world with the end of fate. This seems like the best option for me, that's what I thought at first..."

His body seemed a little cold. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. The little hands between the sheets slowly wrapped around his body and slowly closed his eyes - rubbing his shoulder with the tip of his cool nose.

"If it hadn't been for that half year, I would have kept letting you call me Miss. And let's get on with it, right? Even if we are called husband and wife, we are still masters and servants because I never trusted you... It's precisely because of that half year. Like ordinary people, I can regain the feelings I forgot a long time ago. Only then can I slowly notice your existence and start to really want to spend the rest of my life with you. Whether it is fate or not, even... I will even think about it. If I had never met him and had grown up with the same temperament I had when I was a child, maybe I would be the one who has the deepest crush on you." After speaking softly, she murmured sleepily: "I can't tell anyone. People...even you can't know...I'm betting my eternal secret in exchange for his lifetime amnesia...I want to stay with you..."

Why hasn't anyone's body temperature been so warm before?

Or can only her unlucky body give her warmth?

Warmly... her hands and feet warmed up, her body also warmed up, and even her lips became warm--

The strong arms around her waist were hugging her tightly, and her cheeks were slightly hot.

She had already prepared in her heart that the couple might have a baby. She didn't know anything and could only rely on him to control everything.

He couldn't help but feel annoyed that he had lived like a loser for the past ten years. He didn't understand anything and had to learn, read and even do everything from scratch. Fortunately, he didn't complain that her wife was being treated like a loser -

In her wild thoughts, she only felt that she was being demanded so passionately that even she, who was so slow, could feel the storm-like love in his lips.

Her heart was beating so fast recently when she fell asleep. At first she felt it was a little strange, but later she realized that it was when Po Luck was looking at her.

Yes, this means she likes him. She can already be sure that Shangquandi is sure that she likes him.

The shy bad luck, the reserved bad luck, the bad luck that doesn't like to smile, and even the bad luck that lives and dies for her have long been hidden in her heart unknowingly, cherishing it, what else could it be if it wasn't love?

It's very enviable to have emotions as the foundation between husband and wife, isn't it?

She closed her eyes and slid her small hands over his hot skin to touch his eyes and then covered them.

"Who is the woman you are holding in your dream?" she asked hoarsely.

There was silence for a while...a suppressed voice whispered:

"Fu'er..."

The scorching temperature dropped on her lips again and she kept avoiding the words that seemed to be complaining:

"Isn't she Miss Xiaoqi? She is young, beautiful and has a good figure."

The silence this time clearly showed that he was at a loss and confused, and clearly didn't know how to respond to such a question.

He has a cold temperament and is reserved and talks very little. In order to stay by her side for many years, he has used hostility to prevent anyone from Tianshui Village from approaching her, so many reactions that ordinary people should have are slightly unfamiliar to him.

Obviously, no one had ever questioned him in such a mocking tone, especially the woman he loved deeply.

Juan Fu held back his laughter and said softly:

"You're in a dream now. Who knows if you might be thinking about Juan Fu in your dream but mistakenly identify the woman in your arms?"

"..." He was silent.

"Guess" she pursed her lips and pressed her lips gently against his, feeling his body tremble, and asked in a low voice, "Who is kissing you?"

"Fu'er."

She kissed him again on the nose.

"what about this?"

"...Fu'er."

"Ah, no matter who it is, you said it was Juan Fu. When you wake up, maybe you will use this reason to prevaricate me - because everyone has me in their hearts, everyone thinks they are me. Wouldn't I feel wronged?"

His lips moved again and again, not knowing what to say. He felt that his hearing became particularly sensitive when his eyes were closed. Zhanfu's voice was soft and childlike... Although it was completely different from Xuanfu in Tianshui Village, these days he I have indeed heard her...teasing?

Is she teasing him?

Are you happy?

"I don't want you to be your substitute." He could only emphasize: "I won't wrong you!"

"Is that so?" She said with an interesting smile: "I thought you got drunk just to have the opportunity to flirt with beautiful women."

"I won't get drunk again! I won't let others take advantage of me anymore."

After hearing this, Juan Fu smiled slightly and knew that he had always promised to do it. Just as he was about to speak, his waist was tightly lifted up by him and she was soft, slightly rubbing against his chest through her single clothes. Before she had time to gasp, his mouth kissed her again accurately. She kissed her red, swollen and slightly sore lips, then he hugged her body tightly and buried her face into his shoulder.

Although Juan Fu was extremely nervous and his body was shaking slightly, he also knew that he did not reject the final intimacy between his biological husband and wife at all.

Come on she closed her eyes.

It wasn't until a long time later that the morning light leaked through the window and she stared blankly at the roof.

She was hugged by him and even her hair was carefully tucked into the quilt. However, their clothes were intact and not a single thing was taken off.

She had known that his restraint was incredible...but she didn't expect that he wouldn't even use alcohol to pretend to be crazy.

She let out a breath and felt a little disappointed--

"Ah, so it's me who's looking forward to it..." She laughed at herself, and her laughter immediately woke him up.

He stared at her blankly and said hoarsely:

"Fuer, are you awake?"

"You have to be careful and don't force yourself to do anything you don't know how to do. I've asked other Orions' sisters-in-law to take turns to see if you have anything to help with. If there's anything you want to help with, just let them do it. Don't force yourself."

"Well, please leave quickly."

"And if you have to take care of three meals, you can use the marinated meat in the kitchen and cook it directly. Don't use a knife to kill the chicken..."

"Are you dissatisfied with the fact that I cut half of the hen's neck last time and sprayed you with blood before killing it?"

"I'm afraid you'll accidentally hurt yourself." She had to use crutches with both hands to be able to walk. The last time the hen ran away, she chased him awkwardly, and finally the hen jumped on top of her when she fell, scaring him to death.

"I'm just teasing you." She smiled.

"By the way, please be patient and wait for me to come back before I can help you bathe."

"Are you afraid that I accidentally burn down your house or are you afraid that I will fall to death in the barrel?"

"...Fu'er, are you kidding me?" he asked hesitantly.

"Yeah." She couldn't help laughing: "When are you going to leave? Do you have to stand here in front of me?"

Hearing this, he had no choice but to pick up his baggage, carry his bow, arrows and hunting knife. He walked a few steps, worried, then looked back at her and said:

"If you are bored..."

"If I'm bored, I won't stay and I'll just think about you." She smiled: "When you come back, I will stand at the door and say to you, 'You're back.'"

After walking a few steps, I still felt uneasy that she was home alone. Looking back, she was still standing at the door watching him. For a moment, Domi had the illusion that time was going backwards.

A long time ago, my mother stood at the door and watched my father off... A warm current flowed through his heart. When he saw her waving her hand to leave quickly, he smiled slightly, turned around and left quickly.

Chuan Fu slowly walked into the room and suddenly felt a little deserted and a little lonely in his heart - before, he was locked in his own world and didn't feel how slowly time was passing away, and bad luck always stayed by her side. Now she is just a little away. Over the past few days, she actually began to miss his presence at home.

"Home?" The small, humble house was her and Po Lun's home. Touching the corners of her lips to make sure she was smiling, she sighed happily: "I can't help it. We are a poor couple. He has to support his family. Of course he can't stay by my side all the time."

She had to find something to do when he came back. Now that she was alone at home without any danger, he could concentrate on hunting.

After realizing that she had a heavy responsibility, she began to think seriously about what she should do as a wife.

A visitor came in the afternoon. She was the wife of a partner who went hunting with Po Luck. Her surname was Peng Yuanyuan. She seemed to be Xiao Maitreya and she brought a big pot with her.

The big pot is full of meat.

She was shocked. She and Po Lun couldn't finish the pot of meat in three days.

After doing this for a long time, Sister-in-law Peng learned from her husband that her legs were inconvenient and she was worried that it would be difficult for her to cook. Without saying anything, she cooked the meat at home and came over to eat with her -

The whole pot of meat was eaten up by this chubby little woman.

Later, at dusk, another pretty young woman came. She seemed to be scholarly and knowledgeable. As soon as they met, Da Li gave her several books.

It turns out that this sister-in-law of the Lan family went to private school and married into the Orion family. She still did not forget to enjoy reading. Her husband often went to the mountains to hunt for the money he owed for books.

The next day, several strange women came. Sometimes these women come and go in a hurry, and sometimes they happen to bump into each other and start talking about their families, husbands, children... and bad luck.

After he moved here, he almost lived a semi-secluded life. Occasionally, he only nodded his head when he met him, and then disappeared. For a while, he became a lonely mute in everyone's mouth.

"He's just impatient." Juan Fu smiled.

Watching the woman in front of her talking about bad luck, the husband of the Lan family was not good-looking, so he thought that if he worked hard to make money to pay for the huge book fee, the young lady of the Lan family would feel his silent and shy love.

"It doesn't matter that we are working hard to earn a living, busy doing housework and raising children, it seems like our whole lives are spent in silence like this. In fact, we also have our own love."

"It's like Sister-in-law Peng, right? Sister Afu, have you seen Sister-in-law Peng? She is the sister-in-law who loves to eat meat. Her husband-in-law is the man with the best conditions here. At that time, we were not married yet. We looked forward to it every day. He came to propose marriage, but no one looked down on him. He actually went to her father's house to propose marriage to Sister-in-law Peng when she was sixteen years old... Let me tell you secretly, she was even rounder at that time than she is now. She often rolled down the street like a ball. At the end of the street, I accidentally rolled into Xianggong Peng's heart. What can I do? I just like it..."

"Sister Afu, it's your turn next."

"Me?" Sister Afu? She would rather be called Fu'er.

"You and Bad Luck!"

"Uh..." After doing it for a long time, it turned out that he was exchanging information for information. Looking at several pairs of expectant eyes, her cheeks turned red and she slowly said with a slightly interesting tone: "He and I... eloped... too. He liked me first--"

At night, there is finally one person left who can be quiet, and suddenly I feel that my heart has become lonely again.

It's really strange that he doesn't talk much when he's unlucky, sometimes he can't speak a few words in one night, but when he's not there, his heart feels abnormally empty.

It started to rain outside the window, and I lay on the bed most of the night still unable to sleep, turned over and saw him laying on the floor bunk, thought for a while, then hugged the embroidered quilt and rolled to the floor bunk.

The floor was cold and hard, but it warmed her heart. She wrapped herself tightly with an embroidered quilt and lay down where he had slept.

The consciousness of insomnia finally settled down slowly. While half asleep and half awake, the figure of her adoptive father seemed to be getting farther and farther away, and finally disappeared and was never seen again... And she will become more and more like the women who have been with her these past two days. ?

These women may not all have the same level of speech as Ming Xiang and their quiet temperaments, but she knew that the last ones to fade away in her heart would be Ming Xiang and the others.

I fell asleep with a smile on my lips because I knew exactly that I had fully accepted the future and even started to look forward to it.

After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, the door panel slammed violently, waking her up.

Ju Fu slowly got up and looked out the window sleepily.

"It's dawn--"

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, the whole sky is gray and cool, she thought it was not dawn yet.

The door panel rang again. She put on her coat in a panic and limped to the door.

"Who?"

"Sister Fu, it's me! Come quickly!"

Is that Miss Qi? Come at the dawn of genius?

Juan Fu looked puzzled and still went to open the door.

As soon as the door was opened, the rain hit her face, making her shiver with cold, and she was about to ask the little girl to come in, but Xiaoqi shouted anxiously:

"It's amazing! Someone is back..."

Anyone? Are they the companions who went hunting in the mountains with Po Luck? Fukuhara wanted to answer, "Isn't it good to be back?" But seeing Xiao Qi's pale and flustered face, her heart skipped a beat for no reason.

"...I came back first. It seems that the rocks collapsed on the way back. Several people disappeared...Brother Bad Luck and my father were also there. My mother asked me to inform you...Anyway, the village is gathering people to prepare to go up the mountain. If there is any new news, someone will be sent to inform you..."

Xiaoqi's face was filled with rain and tears. Was she crying for her father? Or cry for her beloved unlucky brother?

This thought flashed through Xuan Fu's mind, and he couldn't help touching his cheeks.

Dry dry.

Where are her tears?