obsessed with love

Chapter 259 Stay with Me

Qiao Anming fell asleep again drowsily. Du Ruo didn't dare to stay in the bedroom any longer, so she ran to the first floor to find something to do, and walked around the kitchen a few times. There was nothing, and the rice bucket was empty. Du Ruo could only boil a pot of ginger tea and keep it warm in a thermos, and then went to a nearby supermarket to buy vegetables.

Qiao Anming slept until five o'clock in the afternoon, but it was basically dark outside, with short days in autumn and winter, and it was rainy again.

He got up with his head still heavy, looked at his watch, and suddenly thought of Du Ruo.

He sat on the bed and listened for a while, but there was no sound in the room.

Is she gone?

"Du Ruo... Du Ruo..." Qiao Anming called out several times, but no one answered.

In a hurry, I quickly got out of bed and ran to the first floor.

The living room on the first floor was also cold, with no lights turned on, and it was completely dark.

Didn't she promise to stay tonight?

Qiao Anming turned around the living room in disappointment, and was about to call her when she heard a sound coming from the kitchen, so she hurried over... A warm light came through the sliding glass door...

Qiao Anming's hanging heart sank obviously, but fortunately, she was still there.

"What are you doing in the kitchen?" Qiao Anming pushed open the door.

Du Ruo turned around, still holding a half-cut yam in his hand.

"I see you don't have much to eat here, so I want to cook some porridge for you."

Qiao Anming's heart warmed up, and he saw that there were indeed many dishes on the cooking table.

"These, did you just go out and buy them?"

"Well, otherwise, do you think you have these in your refrigerator?" Du Ruo smiled, turned around and continued to cut the yam in his hand, the blade made a dull thud on the cutting board, and the whole apartment seemed to be warmed up all of a sudden. .

Qiao Anming walked over and asked, "What does Yam do?"

"Yam porridge, it's relatively light. I also bought tenderloin. I'll put some in the porridge at that time, by the way..." She put down the kitchen knife and wiped her hands, then took a thermos from the side.

"Drink it."

"what?"

"Ginger tea, it keeps the cold away. Your high fever persists because of the cold from the rain." Du Ruo stuffed the cup into Qiao Anming's hand.

Qiao Anming picked it up and stood aside without drinking, just watching Du Ruo chop the vegetables.

"Go out and lie down on the bed for a while." She really couldn't stand Qiao Anming standing next to her.

But he refused: "Don't lie down, I slept for a long time, and I can't fall asleep at night."

"Then go to the living room and watch TV."

"I seldom watch TV, but watch the news at most." Qiao Anming squinted at his watch again, and turned the watch to Du Ruo: "It's still early, and the news hasn't started yet."

"Then I can't do anything while you're standing here." Du Ruo got a little anxious and pushed Qiao Anming outside.

Qiao Anming smiled, holding the thermos cup in one hand, and she pushed it out abruptly.

He didn't leave either, he just stood by the glass door of the kitchen.

Du Ruo didn't care about him anymore, he cut vegetables and cooked porridge with peace of mind.

The back view is a bit funny, because he is wearing Qiao Anming's shirt, Qiao Anming's pajama pants, and his sweater over it.
She was wearing nondescript attire, and she had pulled out a small pull of her hair abruptly at the back of her head.

And she didn't seem to care about it at all, she was busy in front of the cooking table very seriously, cutting yam, celebrating, and shredding the tenderloin.

The porridge in the pot boiled, she used a glass bowl and slowly poured cold water along the edge of the pot, and then stirred with chopsticks, the heat came out, and her face was flushed by the heat.

Qiao Anming couldn't remember how long he hadn't been in such a mood. It was an indescribable feeling, as if a sponge swelled in his heart, full, filling his whole body little by little.

These years he has lived a very empty life, only using work to satisfy himself, day after day it seems to be dawdling.

Sometimes when a person is on a business trip alone, he will wake up from the bed in the hotel in the middle of the night. At midnight, he will think of the days when he and Du Ruo were in that villa in Tongcheng many years ago.

She cooks in the kitchen and he messes with her in the back.

Such a good time, he thought he would never have it again in this life.

"Du Ruo..." Qiao Anming yelled while leaning halfway on the glass door.

Holding chopsticks in his hand, Du Ruo turned around and smiled at him: "Why are you still standing there? Go sit in the living room for a while, drink the ginger tea, and the porridge will be ready in a while."

Qiao Anming gave a "hmm" and started drinking ginger tea like an obedient child.

The tea is still piping hot, from the tip of the tongue to the throat.

Du Ruo was busy in the kitchen for another half an hour. The porridge was ready, and he made two fresh vegetables. When he took it out, he found that Qiao Anming had fallen asleep on the sofa again, and the ginger tea in the vacuum flask had been drunk. More than half, the head is full of dense coldness.

"Why did you sleep here?" Du Ruo was helpless, went to the bedroom and took a blanket to cover him, but woke up as soon as he touched him.

"Sorry, fell asleep again." Qiao Anming raised his head in a trance.

"I'm drowsy even after taking antipyretics, do you feel better now? Should I continue to sleep or eat something first?"

Qiao Anming glanced at the steaming porridge on the coffee table, and picked up the chopsticks with a smile: "Drink the porridge, I haven't eaten at noon, and you have been busy in the kitchen for so long, I can't help but appreciate it."

He was joking, but Du Ruo was annoyed.

"You didn't eat at noon? Then did you eat in the morning?"

"Drink a glass of milk in the morning."

"So you've only drank a glass of milk all day long?"

"Well, there are too many things, and I can't eat." Qiao Anming made an excuse, and Du Ruo poked him viciously: "What about yesterday, did you eat well yesterday?"

"Yesterday..." Qiao Anming didn't dare to talk anymore. In fact, he stayed with Ren Peiyin in the hospital day and night in the past week, and he didn't have a good meal at all.

"Didn't you eat it? How can your body bear it if you don't eat like this? No wonder you're sick!"

"I really can't eat. I was too depressed in the hospital those few days." Qiao Anming rubbed the corners of his eyes with his fingers.

Of course Du Ruo understands his feelings, but he can't torment himself like this.

"Qiao Anming, finish this bowl of porridge." She handed the bowl to him, Qiao Anming took it, took a bite, and frowned.

"Unappetizing?"

"No, it's good, but this bowl is too much, I can't eat it."

"Finish!" Du Ruo said louder, "I know you don't have an appetite, but you still have to eat, otherwise I won't make it for you tomorrow, and I will let you eat these leftover porridge!"

It turns out there is still tomorrow!
Qiao Anming laughed suddenly: "Okay, I'll finish my drink as much as I can."

He ate a meal for a long time, and Du Ruo also drank a bowl of porridge with him.

He took his temperature with a thermometer again, and it was still 38.7.

"Go to the hospital, I'll accompany you."

"I don't want to go, I'm tired of staying in the hospital these days."

Du Ruo had no choice but to coax him to take another antipyretic, and then urged him to lie down in the bedroom, praying that the fever would subside tomorrow morning.

After tidying up the kitchen, Du Ruo went to take a hot shower, cut an apple and brought it in.

Qiao Anming was sitting in front of the vanity mirror, holding an old yellow cloth bag in his hand, and a photo album on his lap.

"Why didn't you sleep?"

"Not sleepy." Qiao Anming pulled Du Ruo to his side, "Chat with me for a while."

"Okay." Du Ruo glanced at the small bag in his hand and asked, "What is this?"

"The talisman, my mother asked for it for me in the temple a few years ago, but she never gave it to me. A while ago, Chen's mother cleaned up the attic in the west courtyard and found the photo album and this thing."

Du Ruo took the small bag and opened it. Sure enough, there was a handwritten talisman inside. The color of the ink had turned gray due to time.

"I don't think your mother is a superstitious person." No matter what, Du Ruo couldn't connect the resolute and cold Ren Peiyin with Baifo.

Qiao Anming shook her head: "She was not superstitious before, but Mama Chen said that she often went to the temple to burn incense these years."

"Do you know why?" Du Ruo asked.

"why?"

"She has no sustenance in her heart." Du Ruo has only met Ren Peiyin a few times, but from the few contacts, she can still see that Ren Peiyin's personality is too strong.

"In fact, you are very similar to your mother. You can rest assured what you say, and don't say it out loud. It's not superstitious that your mother went to the temple to burn incense all these years. She just wanted to find sustenance."

Du Ruo spoke slowly, and opened the old photo album on the dressing table.

It was an old photo with a dark yellow color. In the photo, Ren Peiyin was holding a three or four-year-old boy.

Ren Peiyin was quite thin back then, with long hair and braids hanging behind her head, her face was still expressionless.

"This little boy is you?"

"Well, it's me, but I don't remember when this photo was taken. Maybe I was young at that time, and I'm about as old as I am now." Qiao Anming took the photo album over and flipped through it one by one. Before he was 25 years old, his only relative was Ren Peiyin.

"Du Ruo, maybe you're right. My mother didn't go to the temple to burn incense and worship Buddha these years. As you said, she wanted to find sustenance."

Knowing that he was sad again, Du Ruo put his hands on his shoulders: "Qiao Anming, you are still sick, go to bed and look at the photos later."

"I can't sleep anyway."

"I know you're sad, but you can't make up for it!"

"Who says I'm sad, Du Ruo, but I'm actually not sad."

He was depressed and depressed, and his already empty heart was even more empty because of Ren Peiyin's departure.

"Gu Lan just left in the first half of the year, and my mother has also left now. Everyone thinks that I, Qiao Anming, can do anything, but I can't even keep my own family." Qiao Anming put his palm on the photo album, and slowly looked up. Du Ruo: "If I didn't get sick today, wouldn't you stay with me?"

This question was so sudden that Du Ruo couldn't answer it for a moment.

Qiao Anming sneered: "Look, I can't even keep you."

Because of these words, Du Ruo's heart was blocked, and he could only breathe out forcefully, wrapping his arms around Qiao Anming's neck.

Qiao Anming put his arms around her waist, pressed his face to her lower abdomen, and hugged her tightly.

"Qiao Anming, cry if you are sad."

"I'm not sad, I just feel bad."

"That's why I'm worried about you. I'd rather you cry, at least there is a point to vent."

But Qiao Anming shook his head, and his arms wrapped around her waist even tighter.

"Du Ruo, stay with me."

"..." She didn't speak, but felt his gentle breath penetrate into her skin through the material of the shirt, her body was still hot, but his expression was so cold.

"Promise me, stay with me." He repeated.

Du Ruo didn't answer, took a breath, and finally wrapped his arms around his neck.

One is standing and the other is sitting.

A pair of embracing figures under the light.

……

I can't remember what happened later, because the development was too fast.

Du Ruo didn't know why a person with a high fever would be so energetic, and he couldn't remember exactly how Qiao Anming pinned him on the vanity mirror...

I only remember his eyes at that time were burning red with desire and grief, and his palms were tightly wrapped around Du Ruo's waist, tearing off the shirt on her body three or two times.

"Qiao Anming..." Du Ruo couldn't use any strength, because his legs were hanging on the dressing table, and they were pressed by Qiao Anming's knees, and he kissed and gnawed like crazy, leaving a row on her collarbone. Rows of dense tooth marks.

She knew he was in pain, so she was willing to be his outlet, enduring the pain, wrapping her legs around his waist to meet him, but Qiao Anming suddenly let go of Du Ruo, and punched the mirror behind her, causing the mirror to vibrate violently After a while, Qiao Anming yelled in her ear with all his strength: "Why? Since you refused to stay, why didn't you resist?"

Du Ruo couldn't bear to look at his painful red eyes, but just hugged his head to his chest which was constantly rising and falling due to shortness of breath, and gently stroked the short, prickly hair on top of his head with his fingers.

"Why should I resist? I know that your mother's death is about to crush you, and I know that you feel uncomfortable in your heart, but you don't want to say it, so I won't resist. I will accompany you in the pain, and I am grateful for it."

She comforted Qiao Anming like hugging a child.

Qiao Anming didn't speak any more, and pressed Du Ruo's wrist again, using even more force...

It hurt a little when she went in, but she didn't make a sound. Qiao Anming didn't care about anything at that time, and let the mirror make regular knocking sounds due to the impact. It was very cold.

How hard Qiao Anming exerted, wishing he could spend all the remaining strength in his body in one night.

Enduring the pain, Du Ruo didn't dare to look into his eyes, and could only hug his shaking body: "Qiao Anming, cry when you're sad, okay?"

He didn't want to, and his strength remained unabated, but his face was buried in Du Ruo's hair, and he held his breath and bit her earlobe.

Du Ruo was about to cry, bit her lower lip to hold back a low moan, held Qiao Anming's face up, and looked at him: "Don't do this, cry, huh?"

He still shook his head, his face covered with sweat.

Du Ruo felt so painful that she was about to suffocate, what should she do?
Kiss him, the first initiative since reunion, hold Qiao Anming's face and kiss him intensively...

Qiao Anming seemed to have received some hints, and the force became stronger, like a volcano erupting after a long silence.

Du Ruo slowly slid down from the dressing table, and he was still unwilling to stop, hugging her and fell on the imperial concubine couch...

Afterwards, Du Ruo's consciousness gradually blurred, allowing him to manipulate and sinking with him.

In the end, I don’t remember who cried first. It seems to be Qiao Anming. When he sprinted, he let out a low whimper from his chest. His body slowly limp on Du Ruo’s body, biting her shoulder, and the sound of crying came from between his teeth. come out.

Du Ruo didn't dare to move, and didn't dare to persuade, but his heart slowly disintegrated with his gradually rising crying.

The man finally cried out, in her arms.

All these years of hard work and sorrow were screamed out by him like a hole had been ripped open.

Du Ruo vaguely remembered Qiao Anming crying twice in front of her.

One time was when she was just pregnant many years ago and wanted to break up with him. In the hotel room in Sanya, he held her and cried.

Another time is now, still embracing each other, he buried his head in her hair, and asked in her ear with a choked and hoarse voice: "Why, why didn't you find me all these years?...Have you disappeared for three years? Not even a phone call! Even if you hate me, you should at least let me know where you are. I have always hated my mother because of what happened back then, and I have been getting farther and farther away from her these years. Du Ruo, when she was dying, I even wanted to However, if I had cared more about her these past few years... maybe she wouldn't have left so early..."

Du Ruo closed her eyes, tears rolling down Qiao Anming's side face.

"I dare not, I finally started again, Qiao Anming, you think I still have the courage to risk everything for you back then."

"What about now, what are we now?"

Qiao Anming raised his face, looking aggressively at Du Ruo with his red eyes.

At this time, he was still drowning in her body, entangled with her for so many years, he insisted on leaving all grievances on the bed to settle!
"You asked me to give you time to think, you asked me to wait for you, I waited, but my patience is running out, Du Ruo, don't torture me anymore, okay?...I have no relatives, only you are left We made up..."

What a strong and forbearing man, but this time he cried inhumanly.

Du Ruo couldn't bear it, so she raised her hand to wipe his tears, but she couldn't wipe them away, so she kissed, sobbing while kissing, "Qiao Anming, what do you like about me?" Gu Lan asked this question before, and Ren Peiyin asked it too.

Qiao Anming never had an answer, just panting and said: "I don't know, but I just can't forget it in my heart. Even I don't believe that I would care about a person to such an extent. Three years ago you disappeared suddenly. I thought time After a long time, I will slowly let go, not looking for you, not mentioning your name, I foolishly thought that I could forget about you, but then I found out that I was wrong..."

Qiao Anming raised his head and looked at Du Ruo's red eyes from crying: "In the years when you disappeared, once I went on a business trip, and the client took me to a small bar. When the waiter delivered beer, he would put a glass for us. There are words written on the coaster, and the customer read the words on it out of curiosity...I didn't know that I hadn't forgotten you at all..."

Du Ruo was curious: "What do you write on the coaster?"

"The cold joke is the cold joke you told me about chicken stewed mushrooms before, so that night I knew that I couldn't let it go at all, and I didn't look for it or think about it, it was just because I deliberately suppressed it."

Du Ruo was moved and saddened, and kissed Qiao Anming's forehead: "Fool..."

"It's pretty stupid, so would you like to stay with a fool?" He didn't get off the assembly line, but he could still speak with confidence.

Du Ruo sniffed and frowned: "How should I answer to satisfy you?"

"Look at you..." Qiao Anming was sweating profusely, and his hands started to move around again: "Look at your sincerity, if it doesn't work, I'll hurry up and do it again!"

He said it very seriously, not like joking.

Du Ruo became anxious, and grabbed his hand that was reaching towards his lower abdomen: "Don't..."

"Then you will go back to Yi County to resign in a few days, and then move to Chongzhou with you."

"……"So fast?

Du Ruo didn't think of this level all of a sudden, but Qiao Anming has always been a person who pays attention to efficiency: "No, it's been three years."

He wished he could tie Du Ruo to his side now.

"Let's wait until your fever subsides. Besides, your mother just passed away. I don't think it's good for me to move here with such a big fanfare."

"What's wrong?"

"I'm afraid that others will gossip about you."

Qiao Anming frowned, propped his chin and asked, "Who would dare? Besides, since when have you been afraid of this?"

"I don't care about it myself, but I'm afraid that you will be affected."

Qiao Anming thought for a while: "Then let's wait a while, it's really not good for you to move here now."

Du Ruo's heart ached, but he still nodded with a smile.

(End of this chapter)