Heaven Official’s Blessing

The touching of their bodies was a kind of warmth and sweetness that penetrated into the heart. One night, they almost fell asleep on top of him.

Only by listening to his heartbeat on his body can her heart find the place that belongs to her.

"who?"

"...Bad luck?" She forced her voice.

"You keep sleeping and there's a knock on the door."

"...Is it dawn yet?"

"Well, it's just light. It doesn't matter."

"Are you going to get up...I'm so tired..."

His laughing voice came vaguely:

"You just fell asleep for a while. Just keep sleeping. I'll be right back."

As the warm body gradually left her, she felt him cover her body tightly with the quilt, and then his warm lips touched her forehead, until she finally opened her sore eyes and saw his back in his coat.

Who could it be so early in the morning?

Without his body to share her body temperature, the warmth in the quilt seemed to be missing something. She slowly sat up and saw the hickey on her chest with sleepy eyes, her face was slightly shy, her mind immediately came to her senses, and she quickly rolled herself up like a rice dumpling.

"Uncle Zhang?" A bad-luck voice came from the door.

"Broken luck, are you okay?"

"I'm strong and I'm fine at all. But old man, why are you still here when your leg is crippled?"

Bad Luck's voice sounded relaxed and relaxed as never before. Is it because of last night?

"It's just a minor foot injury and you'll be fine after a while. I came to see you. If you hadn't pulled me out in time, I would have had to go down to see the old man, King of Hell. Well, your wife is here..."

"She's still sleeping."

"It's almost noon, she..." The implication seems to be that she is not a good wife.

It's noon? Juan Fu looked out the window. Although the rain had stopped, the sky was still so gray that it was hard to tell what time it was.

It was noon for her to get out of bed. Just as I was about to lift the quilt, I remembered that all my clothes were drying in the kitchen.

It's good now. She sighed. We can't run around wrapped in quilts and hanging on crutches, right?

“Yesterday she kept waiting for me until midnight so she could sleep a little longer, which I really wished for.

"

"Really?" He laughed a few times and said hesitantly: "That... I shouldn't have mentioned it now, but you saved my life, my Xiaoqi..."

Po Luck sighed:

"I've said many times that I have a wife at home and I don't plan to marry anyone else."

"You saved my old life. Xiaoqi also has interest in you. She should just repay my kindness when she is young."

"What kind of life-saving grace are you talking about?" Po Yun interrupted him calmly: "If you really want to repay the life-saving grace, don't mention it again in the future."

"Is it your wife who objects? Why don't you let my mother-in-law talk about it and see if they are both women and can understand. Besides, who doesn't want the blessing of being together..."

Is it the blessing of all people? Juan Fu looked at this very small bed, so small that she had to sleep on him. If there were three people, she wouldn't want to be crushed to death or fall to death.

Ah, it seems a bit sour and vinegary. Is this what comes after understanding love?

She was still adapting to many emotions. Even loving him seemed too scary at first. It could affect her emotions and influence her thinking. But she didn't reject it. Even when she lay on top of him last night, she even thought about what if...

But if she hadn't met her adoptive father, maybe she and Po Luck would have been in love a long time ago.

Another sigh of bad luck came from outside:

"I don't want the blessing of everyone. From beginning to end, I just want one. Now that I have got it, I don't want to take more things that don't belong to me. In the past, I used my hands... and caused many people to be hurt, and those things are irreparable. But I can eliminate the possibility of harming other people in the future. Letting your daughter be a child will not bring happiness or joy to her. She will only continue to be hurt and the sinner will be me. Uncle Zhang, you said you want to repay Can you bear to let me be the sinner who hurts your daughter?"

Xiaoqi's father didn't know what he said, but he replied with a chuckle:

"Consider the things I took from your house last night as repayment."

Later, the sound of the door being closed brought Juan Fu back to her mind. She looked up and saw Po Lun walking in.

"Are you awake?" he asked in surprise and then his handsome face turned slightly red as he thought of the intimacy last night.

When Juan Fu saw this, his cheeks started to heat up. Knowing what the two of them thought of at the same time, he had been by her side since he was a teenager, and he had been by her side wholeheartedly. I'm afraid he didn't even have the chance to "change his mind", and she had fallen into the trap of her adoptive father in her childhood. The ten years were almost blank. To be honest, she was innocent. I'm afraid he is on par with me.

Thinking about this, the embarrassment in my heart disappeared for a while and I relaxed to the point where I even found it interesting.

"I just stopped by the kitchen to get some clothes, so you can change into them first." He said softly. I was going to turn my back to her and let her change clothes freely. I caught a glimpse of her and accidentally got her head in while she was getting dressed. He quickly stepped forward to help her pull up her long sleeves and grab the embroidered quilt to prevent her beauty from leaking.

"You...don't be upset, I won't...won't peek."

"Won't you peek?"

"Of course!" He was still a gentleman to her.

"Are you really not going to peek?"

"No." Doesn't he mean what he says?

"Then..." She blinked interestingly and asked, pretending to be curious: "What kind of girl can arouse your peeping desire?"

He was stunned when he heard the words and saw that she had changed her clothes and turned around to look at him with a smile. He only slowly realized that she was joking with him.

"What's that in your hand?"

"Last night, I sent Mr. Zhang home first. I was anxious to come back, but they asked me to stay first and let Miss Zhang pick you up. Let's have a meal together and then come back or spend the night at their place. I didn't want to see this thing, so I just begged for one. As a reward, save me the trouble of giving me things I don’t want.”

The unwanted thing is a reference to Miss Xiaoqi, right? She wanted to see him sitting next to her with his calloused palms spread out and a small round jellybean on top.

"It's Suzhou gummy candies." His shy expression reappeared: "They only have four of them. I heard that when Mr. Zhang went to town to sell furs, the buyer shamelessly begged for them when he was entertaining other customers. This candy The price is too high for my small body, so I’m embarrassed to take all the gifts. Please give it a try.”

Yan Yiyi stared at the brightly colored gummy candy for a while before opening her lips slightly and letting him put it into his mouth.

The sweet and fragrant taste filled her mouth and tongue. Seeing his expression intently looking at her, she asked curiously:

"Have I eaten it before?"

He shook his head and said:

"You can't even feed you three meals a day, let alone something like this? Is it delicious?"

"So sweet."

He smiled softly. "It's sugar, of course it's sweet."

She waved to him. Although he didn't know what she was going to do, he still leaned forward and noticed that there were traces of him on her snow-white jade neck last night. He frowned and reached out to touch the thick and dense hair when she closed her eyes. The eyelashes almost touched his cheeks.

His heart skipped a beat before he realized she was asking for a kiss.

He smiled and kissed her lips gently. Her lips were soft and sweet, and she couldn't help but deepen the entanglement between her lips and tongue. The memory of last night was deeply burned in my mind. I'm afraid that in another twenty years I will never forget to put my arms around her waist. I wanted to go further, but she suddenly pushed her away. open.

"Wait! Wait...I want you to eat candy..." She panted.

"I'm eating candy."

Seeing his confused expression, Juan Fu knew that he was thinking of "eating sweets" last night and she pointed at his lips with shame and annoyance.

"Suzhou gummies."

He was stunned for a moment before realizing that the gummy had reached his mouth at some point.

"I'm asking you, does this candy really taste like me?"

He blinked and blinked again and closed the gummy candy in his mouth, but he couldn't taste it. He secretly took a deep breath to calm his messed up vagina, and then he slowly felt the sweetness of the candy.

"Huh?" she asked curiously.

"It's sweet...as sweet as I remember the frosting."

"Like me?"

Seeing him nodding, Juan Fu couldn't help but laugh in a funny way.

"This is the first time I know what my body tastes like. Fortunately, this experience doesn't make me feel itchy when I think of being licked like candy."

"I..." The sugar in her mouth was gradually melting, and her words suddenly made his taste sensitive. His face turned red again and he said: "I didn't keep licking..."

"Yeah, just one or two licks made me really think you were eating me like candy." She lowered her eyes and smiled, staring at his hands for a while before slowly smiling and holding his hands. "Did you hurt a lot of people with your hands before we eloped?"

He understood what she was asking and answered:

"……yes."

"To protect me?"

"Yes at first... later even I felt it... it was a kind of release."

"That's an illusion."

How could she judge whether it was an illusion that he knew best? After being frustrated again and again by her adoptive father, who was always the loser in front of her, killing him was a bit of a letdown.

At least he had the ability to choose between killing and being killed.

"It's all over," he said softly.

She didn't say a word, her thin fingers silently hooked the soft palm of his thick fingers and closed his hard skin.

"Those who are intentional are guilty, and those who are not intentional are also guilty..." She stared at his expressionless face seriously and said: "So if your palms are stained with blood, I will share half of it; if you hurt anyone and become a guilty person, Then share half of the guilt that will never go away with me. If those things have passed in your heart, then I will also forget them in my heart, okay?"

Po Yun stared at her intently for a long time before closing his eyes and opening them again, already a little confused.

"I never thought I would be as lucky as I am today."

"Who said there is hope while alive?" She smiled gently and fell into his arms.

He hugged her carefully.

"are you hungry?"

"No, I'm not hungry yet..."

"Then let me be a wife who doesn't do my duty for a day."

He thought she was still very tired...Yeah, how could she not be tired? She was so weak and worried that after enduring the rain all day long and most of the night, she ended up... and was eaten like candy, so much so that she couldn't bear to leave any of it after one bite...

"Po Luck, can you please listen to me?"

"I speak -" Are you treating his words as hypnosis? He smiled slightly and let her lean against his chest comfortably. He thought about it for a while and said with a smile: "I said the hunting is over-"

"I want to hear the story of our elopement."

"Elope?" Hasn't she recovered her memory?

"You forgot so quickly? I thought it would be unforgettable for me to run away from home and elope with you. It really hurts me to forget so quickly."

"..." He was speechless and just stared at her with a pair of deep eyes.

"Didn't you say that last time?" she reminded.

"……yes."

"If you hadn't said it vividly, how could I have believed that you were my husband-in-law so easily?"

"……Yeah?"

"I want to listen to it again and then I want to write it down bit by bit. Even though I forgot everything before, it will become a part of my memories long, long time later."

After hearing the words, I finally knew that she had the intention to completely obliterate the blank days in Tianshuizhuang. The warm voice was a little bit happy:

"If you want to listen to me, talk until you stop. When I met you, you just turned ten years old and I was already a teenager. There was a lot of wind and snow that year..."

one year later

"Fuer, do you want to go to the city and have a look?" The young man walked towards the kitchen and didn't see his wife, who was slightly confused. Often when she comes home at noon, she has already prepared meals...or is she learning to kill chickens again?

She would be lucky if the chicken ran faster than her and didn't hurt herself. He quickly walked to the chicken coop in the backyard and counted all the chickens in the coop. He shouted again:

"Fuer?"

"oh--"

The voice was weak and muffled, but his hearing had not deteriorated and he could hear her in the room.

He turned into the house and walked to the inner room where he saw a young woman sitting on the floor sorting her clothes... Was she sorting things or just staying still?

"Fuer?"

Juan Fu came to his senses, looked up at him, and then looked back at the things hidden in his newly made cabinet.

He followed his eyes and saw a sharp dagger.

He breathed a sigh of relief and smiled slightly:

"I bought this from the city last time. I thought it would be a good idea to buy a dagger for self-defense now that we are not living alone and have a family that deserves protection."

Since he left Tianshui Village, he has given up everything on his body, including the good sword that had been with him for several years. Although he has a hunting knife here, he doesn't put it in the inner room or in the corner where she often goes. I'm afraid one day She was going to fall and hit that was no small thing.

In particular, the meaning of a hunting knife to him is only for hunting animals, while a dagger is for hurting people - he thought about it secretly for a long time and finally decided to buy it.

The current world is pretty good, but there is no guarantee that he and Bianfu will never suffer man-made accidents, so he kept the dagger. This is because of the "defensiveness" he has developed.

Juan Fu smiled slightly and closed the drawer.

"You scared me so much I thought something happened."

"Didn't we agree that if anything happens, we must tell each other first?" Po Yun saw that she seemed to be frightened by the dagger, and his soft voice attracted her attention and said, "Do you want to go to the city for a walk? I'll go and talk to Peng Brother, I borrowed the ox cart and stopped by to pick out a small gift for the Zhang family’s daughter, otherwise it would not be good to drink her wedding wine with nothing.”

"Okay, I'll wait for you to come back."

The brief and casual words brought a smile to his increasingly soft face. He stood by the door and watched her packing her clothes. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the wooden bed that had been widened more than a year ago.

He still remembered that when the bed was to be widened, she only wanted it to be two people wide and three people wide. She didn't want him to know her metaphor, so of course it would go along with her wishes.

"Bad luck?" She cast a confused look.

He smiled: "I'm leaving." After saying that, he hurried out.

Juan Fu turned his gaze back to the drawer where the dagger was sealed.

When I first saw him, I was really taken aback, and later I knew what he meant--but why did I have a bad feeling in my heart?

Father Yi said that her intuition is very strong, why did she suddenly think of him?

It's been a long, long time since I thought of him and everything about Tianshuizhuang. Why can't I help but think of them today after seeing the dagger?

This year's life made her suddenly feel that her past was really in vain.

She was busy learning to be a wife, busy learning all the things that a country woman should know, and gradually shifted the housework to her. Except for the things that she couldn't do due to the inconvenience of her legs, he was almost assured of her ability as a wife.

He even started teaching her how to marinate meat.

The new life here makes her so busy that she doesn't even have time to stay. How can she still wonder if she is God's doll?

Only then did she realize that most people in the world were just like the residents here, busy making a living and letting their wives and children live a good life, and their fate meant nothing to them.

"Run with fate? Or fight against fate without giving up? Hmm... um..." Sister-in-law Peng thought hard for a long time and took several mouthfuls of meat before saying with embarrassment: "I haven't thought about it! Anyway, life Let's live how we come. Haha, as long as we live happily, just like the baby in my belly suddenly comes, let him come out." After saying this, he also patted her who looked like she didn't know whether she was fat or pregnant. Round belly.

The little lady of the Lan family exclaimed:

"Don't hit her so hard! Do you want Mr. Peng to come to us to settle the score? Her husband is strong and strong, but my husband can't bear Mr. Peng's beating!"

"This...do you have to call me Ah Fu?"

After waking up from the memory, Tu Fu smiled, opened the upper drawer, and took out a plain cloth.

A few days ago, she was still thinking about her bad luck. It seemed that she had never changed into new clothes. However, she had added a lot of clothes to her clothes. It happened that the little lady of the Lan family was half selling and half giving her this plain cloth. Her needlework was still in the state of Girl stage, but the little lady of the Lan family is willing to teach her how to sew clothes. If you are careful, you can add new clothes if you are unlucky.

Just thinking about how to arrange the time so that Po Yun would not catch her sewing, suddenly someone knocked on the door again.

"Who is it?" She took the crutches and slowly stood up and walked towards the door. Bad luck won't come back so soon, will it? Then whose sister-in-law is coming over again?

Before opening the door, her eyelids jumped in warning, she ignored the repulsion in her heart and opened the door with a smile--

The man's tall figure blocked the doorway from the sunlight, so he couldn't see his face clearly. The black clothes all over her body let her see that the fabric was not cheap and she must not be a local.

In fact, she didn't need to rely on her eyesight to let her know who this person was at the moment she saw her.

"Excuse me, is there a carriage near here?" The man spoke, his feminine voice swept all her hearing like the fire of hell reappearing in the world.

Then her smile faded.