Chapter 57 A-2

Waking up in the morning and having a dreamless night. Sang Li closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them again, turned his head slightly, and saw that the man beside him was still fast asleep. She turned over, and her fingers ran down his forehead, sliding all the way across his eyebrows, jaw, neck, chest... the skin under the quilt was also very light.Sang Li put his arm over for comparison, and suddenly thought: If he and Ma Yu had a child, it should be white and cute, not inferior to YOYO... While thinking this way, the wrist was suddenly grabbed! Sang Li looked up, and saw the man in front of him who clearly just woke up, but already had piercing eyes.She froze for a second, then began to smile.

When Ma Yu received this smile, he smiled too, but it was more meaningful.In the next second, before Sang Li could react, he had rolled over and held her down.She exclaimed, feeling the man's scorching body temperature, she wanted to stretch out her hand to push him away, but felt his hand go all the way down the curve of her body... She was angry and funny: "Ma Yu, aren't you tired?" Hearing this sentence, Ma Yu suddenly laughed out loud, turned over and sat up, and lifted the quilt.The moment the cold air from the air conditioner touched his skin, Sang Li was about to scream when he suddenly felt his hand caressing his knee.

She was taken aback for a moment before he asked, "What's going on here?" Sang Li followed his line of sight: in the morning light, the still slender figure was clearly visible, shining brightly.The only glaring thing is the dark red scar that snakes from the knee to the pelvis, which is shocking. Ma Yu stroked the scar lightly, as if he was stroking a delicate newborn baby. He looked up at Sang Li's eyes, but saw that her eyes were still soft. She answered him nonchalantly: "I fell from the roof, and I saved my life, and my leg was crippled." Ma Yu suddenly realized, and seemed to finally understand why when she played the piano, as long as she stepped on the soft pedal, her body would tilt sharply.There was a lot of pity in his heart, he didn't speak, just watched Sangli get up and put on his clothes blankly.Until she got dressed, she turned around to look at Ma Yu who was still in a daze, and smiled.

She reached out, pulled Ma Yu over, and handed her the clothes one by one.When she finally handed over the shirt, she suddenly withdrew her hand again, took a look at Ma Yu, shook off the shirt in her hand, and helped him put it on like she helped YOYO.She fastened the buttons carefully one by one, and teased him: "Forget who said that, the pleasure of a man is to help a woman undress every night, while the pleasure of a woman is to help a man button his buttons every morning." While talking, she fastened the last button, brushed his shoulders and neckline with satisfaction, looked up at him and smiled.Ma Yu's throat tightened, and his chest suddenly felt warm.

That intuition seemed to arise: every morning since then, when I wake up in such morning light, there will be this woman in front of me, fastening those buttons meticulously, and then smiling at him. Ma Yu couldn't express the uneasiness in his heart - why, he always had a bad feeling that she would leave? After breakfast, Ma Yu sent Sang away from the senior university as usual. When passing by Heping Road, Sang Li raised his head and saw the billboard at the intersection that said "Li Yuan Mansion", and looked at it seriously, but it was strange that this time, he didn't feel so nervous.

Perhaps the answer to the mystery has been revealed, and when you need to face it directly, you will no longer be afraid. Sang Li is very pleased with his relief: a good start is half the battle! She tilted her head to look at Ma Yu. He was driving calmly with his eyes on the front. Looking from the side, a serious man was indeed the prettiest. "Sheng Jin is my cousin," Ma Yu said suddenly, "I told her we are getting married." "Ah?" Sang Li was stunned, staring blankly at him. "Sang Li, at our age, there is actually no clear boundary between love and marriage," Ma Yu said in a steady voice, as if he was also considering his words, "From love to marriage, or from marriage to love, is actually just a step One small step. One step, sooner or later, as simple as deciding what to have for dinner."

Sang Li was silent. "I know it's not realistic for you to fall in love with me in a short time, but we will live well together," Ma Yu turned to look at Sang Li, "We will have a home, a warm home, not just A nice looking house." Sang's heart suddenly moved. She raised her head and met Ma Yu's gaze, and he even smiled. His smile was generous and warm, with the brilliance of fatherly love, which suddenly broke Sang's heart. "Sang Li, I'm also a nostalgic person, so I won't ask you to forget something, or how long you have to fall in love with me. You see, we're even," he smiled openly and relieved, " As long as we live a good life in the future, we will be very happy.”

Happiness - this concept is too old, so long that the moment he heard it, Sang Li's chest seemed to be hit gently. However, is it possible to be happy marrying someone who doesn't love? But it's not entirely correct to say that, after all, her dependence and trust in the man beside her is not fake. But is dependence and trust equal to love? ... She was a little confused, a little confused. Ma Yu is someone who has experienced it, so she knows that she can't be forced to answer anything at this time.When the car arrived at the gate of the University for the Elderly, he stopped, leaned over while Sang Li was still in a daze, and kissed the corner of her lips lightly.

Sang Li woke up with a start, blushing inexplicably. Ma Yu smiled.He got out of the car, opened the car door for Sang Li, held her hand, pulled her down, and straightened her skirt with a wide hem.When he did all this, he did it in one go, smoothly and naturally. It seems that she has done it many times before, and she just needs to smile quietly and accept it quietly. Watching Ma Yu's car drive away gradually, Sang Li stood where he was, not regaining consciousness for a long while. I have to admit that Ma Yu's words surprised her. Surprise was followed by panic, apprehension, and worry—it's not that she didn't want to have happiness, but after three years, she was burdened with so many heavy and dreadful nightmares, could she reach out and hold on to it again?

During recess, Sang Li stood by the Jiuqu Bridge of the University for the Elderly and watched the swimming fish. When she wants to be in a daze, she usually looks for such a scene, stares at it, her eyes don't move much, but her mind is full of imagination.This is a new habit only after graduating from university. When she was in university, she had so many ideals ahead of her. She was so busy realizing her ideals that it was too late. How could she be in a daze? "Teacher Sang!" Someone greeted behind her, pulling her out of her daze. Looking back, it was indeed Aunt Qin.

Light blue cheongsam with buttons and a round bun - Aunt Qin still dresses in Chinese style, but her cheongsam is never the same. Sang Li admired sincerely: "Auntie, you are the most beautiful person in cheongsam I have ever seen." Aunt Qin smiled, and gently patted Sangli's arm: "Actually, my husband likes me wearing a cheongsam the most. After so many years, I'm used to it." Sang Li was slightly surprised by this inlander's seldom-used title, and couldn't help but ask, "Auntie, aren't you a local?" Aunt Qin's eyes darkened slightly, and she nodded: "This is my husband's hometown. We two, one was born by the Yangtze River and the other by the Yellow River, but we grew up and met in Hong Kong, got married and had children in Singapore, and started a business in the United States. After my son passed away, I sent him back here, so it can be regarded as returning to the root of the fallen leaves." Sang Li said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Auntie..." Aunt Qin smiled slightly, and patted Sang Li's hand: "It's okay." She seemed to sigh: "People are wandering all their lives. But only when they get older can they truly understand that nothing in this world is permanent except death." Good scenery, but it is only late to understand its beauty." Sang Li felt sorry for her: "But when I was young, I didn't understand these things." Aunt Qin nodded: "When I was young, I always wanted to make a breakthrough. It's just that I made myself happier. If I want to add those sorrows, it's not worth it! But at that time, I was still young and didn't understand. I missed those beautiful moments.” Sang Li's eyes widened: "Auntie..." Aunt Qin smiled faintly: "It's really strange. I haven't said these words for a long time. How come I can't help being nostalgic when I see you? Teacher Sang, I made you laugh." "How could it be?" Sang Li smiled wryly, "What Auntie said is worth thinking about for a lifetime." "It's over, don't think about it," Aunt Qin smiled very gently, "It's a good thing to be able to understand the truth, but it's not a good thing to always be entangled in the truth and not be able to forget the past. After all, anyone will Make mistakes, but there is no need to punish yourself with the mistakes you have made. Don't you think?" "Auntie, you..." Sang Li looked at Aunt Qin in surprise, her expression was calm, dignified and kind.Sang Li was even a little dazed, this aunt, meeting by chance, how could she say every word from her heart? "I saw Teacher Sang and your boyfriend this morning." Aunt Qin is also a person who can joke, "Is something good is coming?" "I didn't plan to do this at first, but after hearing what you said, I think maybe I should really think about it." Sang Li laughed. Aunt Qin looked relieved: "Young people, what you should let go and chase is happiness, right?" Sang Li nodded heavily. Under the sun and by the lake, there seemed to be something covered in an impenetrable mist, but there was an answer eager to try. There were not many classes in the morning, and at eleven o'clock, Sang Li stood at the door of the classroom, saying goodbye to the old people. Looking at those old people with full hair and gorgeous hair walking out of the classroom hand in hand, the noon sun shone on them, making those smiling faces full of joyful and detached brilliance. The figure may be stooped, but those calmness cannot deceive people. At this age, what else can't you see?At this age, what can't you forget? Even the quarrels, unhappiness, disputes and even resentments when you were young will be resolved until they become in love with each other, right? It seems that I can't help but think of what Nanyang's mother said - during the Spring Festival that year, she flinched, lying on the bed and directing her husband who never cooks noodles on weekdays, and said with emotion: "Young couples come to accompany each other. Age, how can you pay attention to the ostentation of love and love, and it is a great blessing to have someone by your side all the time." So, for the current self, if you want to marry someone, will you be a young couple, or an old companion? At the age of twenty-eight, his youth is just right, but his heart is riddled with holes. Ma Yu, maybe I dare not marry you, not because I don't like you, but because I'm afraid of losing you...