This was the most peaceful night Fang Su had slept in since his mother left.

It was obviously a time when his life background was lost and confused, but for some reason, he felt an extremely strong sense of support in his heart, as if he had been at home in the past ten years like an outsider, but now as a man marrying someone else, he has something in his heart. Go home, don't worry about anything else.

Tang Qiaoyuan didn't do anything that embarrassed him before going to bed, but after massaging his ankles, he washed away the remaining medicinal wine on his hands, hugged him in his arms and kissed his eyebrows, eyes, lips and nose gently, with gentle movements and no lust.

Fang Su didn't feel any resistance. He felt that the man's dry but warm lips were enough to comfort him. He closed his eyes and relaxed, and his thoughts drifted away. When he woke up again, he took the initiative to snuggle into Tang Qiaoyuan's arms, his cheeks against his neck, and he slept warmly throughout his body.

This man had woken up long ago, but he couldn't bear to wake him, so he hugged him motionlessly, so Fang Su couldn't hide his every move at all.

"Are you asleep?" Tang Qiaoyuan's arm loosened him a few inches, bowed his head and kissed his hot cheek.

"Hmm..." Fang Su nodded.

Tang Qiaoyuan sat up, moved his slightly numb arm, leaned over to help him, and said in his mouth, "I wanted to take you for a walk outside the mansion, but your foot injury hasn't healed, so it's not very convenient."

Fang Su raised her eyes and wanted to say that she was only slightly sprained, not as exaggerated as he thought, and not serious at all, so why should you be so careful. After thinking about it, I felt that there was no difference between saying it and not saying it. Anyway, I didn't care if I didn't go out of the house.

Tang Qiaoyuan didn't notice what he was thinking, so he casually continued what he said just now: "So why don't you go out a few days later, stay in the mansion for two days to rest, I will teach you to write, if you are tired, I can also read to you. "

Fang Su's eyes were bright, and he repeated his words stupidly: "Read to me?"

"Don't like it?" The man asked with a smile.

Fang Su hurriedly nodded and agreed, "I like it." His eager appearance made Tang Qiaoyuan bow his head and sneer.

So after breakfast, the man took him to the courtyard, and in a short time, he was moved from the bookstore to the stone table, and placed high stacks of books in different categories, waiting for Tang Qiaoyuan to do it himself. pick.

Fang Su was sitting next to him, and he didn't know too many words, so he couldn't understand what the books were talking about. Tang Qiaoyuan chose for a while and found a picture book. It didn't deserve much text, but the images were vivid. He smiled and turned his head to ask, "Are you afraid of ghosts?"

Fang Su didn't understand it at first, and it was only when the man casually flipped a page of the book and handed it to him that he realized that he was talking about those folk legends. On the picture was a grinning monster with eight hands and feet and three heads. It was terrifying but funny. In broad daylight, looking at such a picture is really not frightening, Fang Su smiled lightly and shook her head, looking up at Tang Qiaoyuan with anticipation on her face.

Tang Qiaoyuan felt that he had made the right choice, so he sat beside him with the book, turned the book to the first page, and told him from the beginning.

In fact, there is no story in this book. Each page has a drawing of a monster, accompanied by words to explain its appearance and strength, and the rest is left to people's imagination. Tang Qiaoyuan made up stories while reading, racking his brains to make the person beside him happy. When Fang Su was fascinated, he would occasionally ask a few simple questions. Like that.

While talking, the thin book turned to the last page.

Fang Su didn't have enough fun, so he asked, "Well... do you know what the big-headed ghost looks like?"

"Huh? Big-headed ghost?" Tang Qiaoyuan had never heard of it before, but he quickly made it up in his mind and asked, "Where have you heard of Susu?"

Fang Su recalled: "When I was a child, my mother told me that every day when it got dark, my mother would not allow me to go out, saying that there would be big-headed ghosts outside who only eat children."

Tang Qiaoyuan knew it, no wonder he had never heard of it. It turned out that his mother-in-law, who had never masked his face, was here to coax Fang Su. He immediately smiled and deliberately replied: "Well, then I know that this kind of ghost looks like this. It's like a candied haws, with only a hawthorn on the stick, hovering on top of it."

Fang Su imagined it along with his description, and couldn't help bending the corners of his eyes.

Tang Qiaofeng saw that he liked it, and became more and more energetic.

"That head is too heavy, it's easy to sway when walking, turn and turn like this." The man said, moving his neck to learn, Fang Su looked at him seriously with a pair of bright eyes, and his eyes moved away. Beware of being suddenly kissed on the corner of the lips when this person approaches.

Fang Su was stunned, thinking for a moment in his mind, is this person making up a story, or is there such a big-headed ghost... The doubts have not been fully comprehended, Tang Qiaoyuan's hand holding the book has gone around his back, hanging down. The head approached, not as lightly as he had just teased, but full of tenderness, he held his lips soothingly.

Fang Su closed his eyes and stopped thinking. He let the man intrude with his tongue. He raised his hand and pinched the hem of his sleeve, and responded shallowly. Although jerky and nervous, Tang Qiaoyuan was still ecstatic, and the aggression that he had intended to restrain gradually showed half. Fang Su's tightly closed eyelashes trembled, and she was gradually pushed against the pavilion by the man. After a long time, she groaned uncomfortably due to poor breathing.

Tang Qiaoyuan pulled back his reason and finally ended the long kiss.

The book in his hand was wrinkled and twisted out of shape.

Fang Su's chest was ups and downs, and he lowered his eyes to avoid his line of sight, but after a while, the man raised his head with his chin up, and saw his eyes were fiery, staring at him, his words were low and irrefutable: "You have been with you. I got married, I worshipped heaven and earth, and I drank a swastika, and I was the one who I really married."

Fang Su didn't know what he meant, and quietly waited for the next sentence.

Tang Qiaoyuan asked, "How should you call me?"

Fang Su was stunned for a moment, and pursed his lips hard.

Turns out this guy noticed.

When he asked the question just now, there was a moment of hesitation in his mouth.

Fang Su hesitated and didn't know how to call the person in front of him. Even if he knew his name, he couldn't say it out. In his heart, he always felt that he was different from him, and he didn't have the qualification to call him close. It just had to pass by.

Tang Qiaoyuan noticed it, and in addition to being distressed, he was naturally unwilling to let him go on like this.

"You call me 'Qiaoyuan'. If you don't call me, I will not hear you at all," the man said intentionally, knowing that he couldn't bear it, but he pretended to lie to him, and then he kept his voice soft and ambiguous. , said with a smile, "If you call me 'Xianggong', I'm more than happy to agree."

Fang Su's complexion turned red, and if he continued to listen to him, he would almost be unable to take care of himself. The man couldn't get an answer from him, but he refused to let go, so he called out in a low voice, "Qiaoyuan..."

Tang Qiaoyuan bent his lips in satisfaction, and kissed him lightly on the face before closing his hands.

There was a fine mist in Fang Su's eyes, not sure if he was shocked or anxious, Tang Qiaoyuan looked soft-hearted, no longer forced too much, he wrapped him in his arms and coaxed: "You are just not used to it, wait until you clear it up one day. If you know your relationship with me, you will depend on me without any worries."

Fang Su is half-knowledgeable, and can't imagine the situation in this person's words at the moment, only vaguely feel that he is actually willing to rely on him, the reason why he hesitated, but the fear has not disappeared, and he can't see the way forward clearly.

After losing a close relative and being abandoned by another close relative, Fang Su didn't know what else to believe. If there is a **** in the world who can tell him personally that there will be this person who will love him in the rest of his life, he will no longer harbor any fear, and he will even give his life to this person...

Fang Su tentatively raised his hand and slowly hugged Tang Qiaoyuan back.

The end of spring is slightly hot, and summer is coming quietly.

Since coming to this luxurious mansion, Fang Su has not had the opportunity to go out of the mansion. It can't be said that there is no chance, but that he has nothing to ask for, and Tang Qiaoyuan is always thinking about his foot injury, so even the main hospital rarely lets him leave, let alone other places.

For several days, this person has been by his side, and most of the time, he can be said to be inseparable, teaching him to read and write, and accompany him to study and chat. Fang Su thought about Tang Qiaoyuan's identity when he was in a daze. He didn't know what he did to make a living and could stay in the mansion every day.

I thought about it many times, but never really asked once.

Since Fang Su got along with him, his behavior has become more relaxed, and he no longer looks awkward, but this is rare, and it is difficult to go further and dare to ask each other's private affairs.

Tang Qiaoyuan took pity on him, although he saw that he was still not comfortable enough, but he was satisfied enough with the slight changes in him, so he did not break it, and everything just waited for a gradual improvement.

And Fang Su's ankle sprain, gradually, was finally healed these days.

I don't know if it was the medicine and wine to support the person, or if the injury was not serious that day, in short, when Tang Qiaoyuan completely believed that he was fine, Fang Su was able to walk briskly alone, and even trot a few steps, and there was nothing in his posture. strange.

At nightfall, Fang Su stood alone behind the desk and practiced writing. There was a breeze outside the window, blowing the rice paper flying.

Fang Su hurriedly took a paperweight to hold it down, turned around and ran to the window, carefully closing the window frame.

Tang Qiaoyuan sat at the table drinking tea, watching him run back and forth unconsciously, with a smile in his eyes, stood up and walked beside him, and asked, "What are you writing?" He lowered his eyes and saw that Fang Su was in He was copying a book of words, and there were many unrecognizable characters in it, and they were all copied down in a decent manner.

"It's getting more upright," the man curled his lips to embrace him, laughed softly for a moment, then changed the subject and asked again, "Are your feet hurting?"

Fang Suxiang suddenly realized this at this moment, looked down at his left foot, nodded and replied, "It doesn't hurt anymore, it seems to be alright."

Tang Qiaoyuan fell in love with his confused appearance, and kissed his ear porch sideways, until the place was red and hot before he coaxed: "How about I take you to play outside the mansion tomorrow?"

Fang Su nodded with a happy look in his eyes.