He had an oil-paper umbrella in his hand, but it didn't open.
The rain dripped down his cheeks and hung from his long eyelashes.
This can be Jiang Qianxing to love bad, quickly let the village head stopped donkey cart, she jumped off the donkey cart, quickly walked to Baizicheng in front of.
"Why don't you wait for me at home, and don't you have an umbrella in your hand? You're so wet, in case you get sick..."
Jiang Qianxing said, took the oil-paper umbrella in his hand and held it over his head.
Just after touching his hand, Jiang felt a chill, and his hair was wet and clinging to his back.
Hear the voice of Jiang Qianxing, Bai Zicheng this just had a bit of reaction, the Black eyeball turns slightly.
Behind, is the village head their voice, "Thousand stars, we go back first."
Donkey cart from behind her, Jiang Qianxing nodded to them, and will focus on the people in front of them.
"Little Oranges?"
He hasn't said a word. He must be frozen.
At this time, Bai Zicheng's voice sounded, asked her: "Why now just come back?"
And he had just noticed that the headman's son was sitting next to her, which made his heart ache.
As she approached him, he smelled a strange powdery smell, as if it belonged only to men in brothels.
Why does she smell like that, and come back so late? Did she go to the brothel today?
Bai Zicheng's heart tightened.
Jiang Qianxing helplessly replied: "Encountered some things, we first go back."
Bai Zicheng"En" a, see her back bamboo basket, which is full of things.
"I'll take it," he said
"All right, also not heavy. . . . . ." Jiang Qianxing want to refuse.
But Bai Zicheng already indescribable ground took down from her back, put oneself on the back.
Because there is a lid, so the things in the bamboo basket and not wet, Baizicheng in carrying the bamboo basket and she went back together, the way a word did not say, tight lips.
Back home, Baizicheng put down the basket, and said: "I go to boil hot water, his wife next to take a bath for clean clothes."
He didn't want to smell any of the other men's makeup on her.
After saying that, Bai Zicheng began to boil water in the kitchen.
Fortunately, although it was dark, but not as dark as anything can not see, Jiang Qianxing find candles lit lighting, and heard a white son Cheng Sneeze in the kitchen.
She came to the kitchen and saw Bai Zicheng sitting in front of the fire, but she was still shivering with cold.
Jiang Qianxing reached out to probe his forehead, this time, Bai Zicheng did not refuse her to touch him.
He felt the warm palm of her hand against his forehead, and before he could feel it, she took it away.
Then he heard Jiang Qianxing exclaimed: "You have a fever!"
Jiang Qianxing felt his forehead is extremely hot, let him go back to rest.
He shook his head and said, "I'm fine, Achoo."
No sooner had he said he was all right than he sneezed again.
Jiang Qianxing pushed him into the room and boiled the hot water.
After that, she gave Baizi Chengjian the treatment of cold medicine for him to send.
"Drink some medicine and rub your body with hot water later."
As soon as he heard to wipe the body, he said awkwardly: "I'll do it myself. My wife will wipe her body and put on clean clothes."
Look at him for fear of being seen by his body, Jiang Qianxing can only reluctantly promised.
It was a toss, until the Baizicheng body temperature is not so high, it is after midnight.
Jiang Qianxing already sleepy, pack up all after go back to sleep.
Bai Zicheng waited in his room for a long time.
He thought she would come and explain to him what had happened that day, and why she smelled of other men's make-up.
But she didn't. She was just sleeping in her own bed.
Bai Zicheng gently got out of bed, opened the bamboo basket she had brought back, and saw a brand-new dress with a fur collar.
In addition to the clothes, there are tea, meat, vegetables and so on.
He remembered what she had said about buying some presents for the white family, so he thought it was for his brother, too.
Obviously everything in accordance with what he wanted to develop, but when he thought of the clothes is to his brother, Baizicheng heart unspeakable pain.
He shook his head, throwing the jumble of ideas out of his head.
It must be because he was out of his mind in the rain today. Just wait for him to go back to sleep.
Re-lying back on the bed, but how also can not sleep Baizicheng.
Only when the cock crowed outside did he feel sleepy.
After daybreak.
The rain has stopped, after the baptism of rain after the world like a fresh and natural picture.
There was still some water in the pool in the courtyard, and the light and shadow were constantly changing and twisting in the water.
Jiang Qianxing wake up at noon, when she got up, she saw the Baizicheng was rain wet clothes have been washed and aired in the yard.
Only, that person has always been"Clear-cut," she and his clothes even when the airing are separate airing, is hanging on two ropes.
People are not allowed to touch even if the clothes are not allowed to touch together.
She had no choice but to shake his head, after the Baizicheng see her wake up, bring a bowl of ginger soup.
Originally to the lips of the care, said it has become"Drink some ginger soup, don't get sick when infected with me."
After saying this, both of them were dumbfounded.
She carried the bowl, "Gudonggudong" to drink.
After drinking, she only then plaintively said: "The small orange, you were ill last night I did not disliking to give you the decocting medicine, you were actually afraid I was sick to infect you now."
H. L. A. Hart, pain, pain.
Bai Zicheng put on a new Adam's apple mask around her neck and said, "I'm fine now."
He didn't want her to worry, but his tone was a little abrupt, as if he didn't want her to get sick again because she had already gotten better.
"Yes, yes, yes."
Jiang Qianxing helplessly waved his hand.
It's been three years. She should have gotten used to Frangipani's indifference, shouldn't she?
But she was curious yesterday why he waited at the entrance of the village for so long, clearly with an umbrella to go out but not play.
Bai Zicheng looked at her, want to ask her what happened yesterday, but feel like this is concerned about her, or shut up.
"What to eat for lunch." Jiang Qianxing casually asked.
Bai Zicheng said: "What does the wife want to eat?"
"Well, you can do whatever you want."
Bai Zicheng married over so long, in addition to not let touch, or quite virtuous.