Xianyu's leisurely life through books

Chapter 98 False Alarm (Third Watch)
Pei Xiaoxiao wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, and laughed dryly: "Ah, it's a little bit."

As he spoke, he opened the gate, let Song Yu lead the mule into the courtyard, and then helped close the courtyard gate.

Song Yu frowned even higher.

Normally this girl would rush back to the study to paint when she opened the door, why is she so considerate today?

"Let's go eat," she said, her tone soft and expectant.

Song Yu looked strange: "Do you know what time it is?"

Shen Shizheng, that is, four o'clock in the afternoon.

Pei Xiaoxiao usually eats at six o'clock in the afternoon.

"I'm so tired today, I want to eat some mung bean sugar to hydrolyze the summer heat."

Song Yu: "..."

What is the relationship between tiredness and drinking mung bean syrup to relieve heat?
Are you tired of rushing to draft in the past few days?

Song Yu didn't ask the bottom line, just asked: "Okay, do you want to walk or take a car?"

"It's all right."

Song Yu found that Pei Xiaoxiao was really strange today.

When she came back from dinner, she wanted to paint, so she asked him to accompany her uncharacteristically.

He went to boil water, and she put down her brush and followed her to the kitchen.

He feeds the mules, and she follows behind, handing out fodder.

He took a shower, but she actually stood guard outside the door!

She took a bath by herself very quickly, and what usually took a quarter of an hour to complete was finished in less than half an hour today.

What's more, she usually goes to bed before Haishi, but now that it's past midnight, she's still pestering him to chat.

Very clingy.

Listening to the occasional sound of mourning from next door, Song Yu was amused and helpless.

He said: "Go to sleep, I will watch by the side, and I will go back to the room when you fall asleep."

Pei Xiaoxiao's eyes lit up: "Really?"

Song Yu nodded amusedly.

"Thank you."

The night at the end of April is not too hot.

But even if you wrap yourself tightly with a thin quilt, it will still be hot.

Under the dim light, there were beads of sweat on her forehead, and the hair on her forehead was also stuck to her skin with sweat.

Song Yu felt hot for her just looking at it.

He opened the window, and thoughtfully suggested: "Xiaoxiao, you just need to cover your chest with the quilt, don't you need to cover your neck?"

When the air rubs against the skin of the hands, it will bring coolness and penetrate into the bottom of the heart.

People like Song Yu would not understand her pain.

She didn't speak, just looked at the man beside the bed with her eyes open.

Behind him is the window, the night sky is very dark, the lush leaves of locust trees rustle in the evening wind, and beat the rhythm with the faint crying sound from the next door, which makes people feel flustered.

The dim candlelight shone on the man's handsome side face, which was very beautiful.

She felt that his face was the warmest in the whole world.

In fact, there was already a faint look of tiredness between his brows, but Pei Xiaoxiao still let him guard selfishly.

After an unknown amount of time, Pei Xiaoxiao fell asleep in a daze.

Song Yu sat for a while, made sure she was asleep, and wiped her sweat with a handkerchief, then blew out the oil lamp, lightly closed the door, and went back to her room to sleep.

Pei Xiaoxiao felt very hot, as if her whole body had been thrown into the oven.

But his face was cold, as if his head had been stuffed into a refrigerator.

The two heavens of ice and fire are very uncomfortable.

"Ow—"

The cry of a baby was rapid and anxious, tearing through the night sky and reaching Pei Xiaoxiao's ears, penetrating into her soul.

Pei Xiaoxiao opened her eyes suddenly.

She knew it was the sound of a cat crying when it was in heat.

Knowing is one thing, but actually feeling is another.

Especially in conjunction with the indistinct crying sounds from the next door, and the mournful and intermittent talking...

Pei Xiaoxiao raised it in one breath.

The night was very dark, Song Yu was no longer there, the room was empty, and the dangling curtain at the foot of the bed was swaying, making people panic for no reason.

She closed her eyes and silently pressed the corners of the quilt under her body, making sure that no air could get in.

She dared not wrap her head in the quilt.

Only in this way, if there is any movement around, she can collect information as soon as she opens her eyes.

Sweat dripped down, and the hair stuck to the forehead, cheeks and neck, sticky and uncomfortable.

The underwear was soaked with sweat, and it was hot and uncomfortable.

Time passed very slowly, very painful.

The wind outside was still blowing, the leaves were ringing, and the eerie and sweet scent of burning paper money incense candles was sent around her body along with the sound of crying, stirring the cold sweat on her forehead.

Cool to the bone.

The cold sweat almost became the rushing stream of the brook.

She dared not lift the quilt.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but she felt that the sole of her left foot was itchy.

Probably some kind of mites.

She didn't dare to reach out to scratch, but rubbed with the other foot.

rustling-

The voice echoed in the empty room, abrupt and strange.

Suddenly, she felt something brushed past her cheek.

Soft to the touch, slightly cool, real.

Definitely not an illusion, nor the wind.

Her hairs stood on end, and she opened her eyes in shock, almost screaming.

It's a mosquito net, it's a mosquito net.

Mosquito nets lifted by the wind.

Pei Xiaoxiao gasped for a few breaths, her beating heart barely returned to normal.

A false alarm.

The mosquito net was pulled up to the face again, a little itchy, making the scalp numb.

Taking a deep breath, she gently moved to the inside, put her back against the bed rail, and carefully pressed down the corners of the quilt again.

The mosquito net finally couldn't sweep her face.

Pei Xiaoxiao breathed a sigh of relief.

Just when she was about to close her eyes, she caught a glimpse of a pair of red eyes in the direction of the window, staring straight at her.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

The strings that had been tense in my mind finally broke.

The shrill scream pierced the night sky, awakening Song Yu who was sleeping.

He didn't care about putting on his coat, and went straight to Pei Xiaoxiao's room.

"boom--"

The door was broken open.

Song Yu's figure appeared beside the bed.

"Xiaoxiao! You..."

Before the sound fell, the person on the bed jumped on him like a cannonball, like an octopus grabbing him tightly.

Song Yu felt that his waist and neck were about to be strangled, and he couldn't breathe.

Normally delicate and charming, she doesn't have such great strength at all, she is trying to murder her husband!
He wants her to relax.

But the person in his arms was shaking like chaff, panting heavily, and the sticky cold sweat buried on his neck reminded him that she was about to be scared to death.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here, I'm here." Song Yu held him with one hand and patted her on the back with the other, with a gentle and steady voice.

It can soothe people's hearts.

The tense body of the person in his arms relaxed a little, but he didn't let go, the entanglement was still tight.

Song Yu asked softly, "What happened?"

Pei Xiaoxiao trembled, and buried her voice in his neck, her voice was small, but full of fear and uneasiness: "There are red eyes at the window."

Song Yu turned his head to look.

Empty.

"There's nothing there, don't scare yourself."

"No, it really did. It was staring at me just now." Pei Xiaoxiao anxiously defended.

"Open your eyes and look, there is really nothing."

Pei Xiaoxiao opened her eyes.

Indeed not.

But she still insisted: "I'm not mistaken, there really are."

She was about to cry.

Song Yu thought for a while and said, "Maybe it's the white cat."

"The white cat's eyes are obviously blue, how could they be red?"

"Silly girl, the eyes of some cats glow red at night...it's just a cat, don't be afraid."

"Really?"

"real."

Pei Xiaoxiao let out a long breath of relief and let go of the man.

Song Yu cooperated with her movements, bent down and put her on the bed.

turn around.

She grabbed him and said nervously, "Where are you going?"

Song Yu was a little helpless: "I'm going to light the lamp."

She said oh, still didn't let go, got out of bed and put on her shoes: "I'll go with you."

Song Yu: "..."

Just a few steps.

The dim candle lights up again.

(End of this chapter)