Chapter 11

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“That” thing eventually happened on a particularly ordinary night a few days later.

That night, as per normal, after a meal and a shower, they laid down and played with their phones. Zhen Xiaoqi was watching a particularly funny video and could not stop giggling. It sounded as though there were five hundred ducks in the room.

Qiong Dafang was looking at a webpage seriously but was disturbed by the noise. He tossed his phone aside and leaned his head over to seal Xiaoqi’s mouth.

Thus, dry wood meets fierce fire and burnt for a thousand of miles.

The next morning, Zhen Xiaoqi woke up lifting his heavy eyelids and was immediately greeted with the sight of Qiong Dafang’s face. Qiong Dafang was giving a silly smile, blinked his eyes and looked at him lovingly.

“Wifey, you’re awake?” He came over and wrapped Zhen Xiaoqi in his arms. “Does it hurt?”

“Qiong Dafang, are you a beast? I told you last night to not move! Not move! Didn’t you understand!” Zhen Xiaoqi tried to kick him but the moment his leg moved, his tailbone hurt and made him hissed in pain. “Si… so pain!”

Qiong Dafang’s expression was full of guilt and apologetic. “Sorry, I got too excited and didn’t control myself.”

Zhen Xiaoqi was so annoyed by him that he used his hand to push his big face away.

Qiong Dafang was wronged, “Alright then, you lie down for a while more. I will go cook for you.”

Zhen Xiaoqi pulled the quilt over his head and cover himself. After waiting awhile, he could not hear any other sounds in the room before he poked his head out.

Zhen Xiaoqi listened to the sounds coming from outside the bedroom, ding ding dong dong. It was indeed Qiong Dafang who was working. He suddenly his mood getting better and the soreness in his body was not that uncomfortable anymore either.

Zhen Xiaoqi put on a coat and got out of bed. He walked to the desk and wanted to sit down. The moment his butt touched the chair, he felt pain and straightened again.

He stood up blankly for a while before taking out a worn out exercise book from the drawer. He opened it to the first page. That line of black ink seemed less glaring, becoming more dim and old after the passage of time.

Zhen Xiaoqi looked at it for while, smiled resolutely and took a pen from the pen holder. He bend down and wrote a line, “No 1, Qiong Dafang”.

He tilted his head and looked at what he wrote for awhile. Then, he cancelled away the “No 1” and all that was left was “Qiong Dafang”.

Zhen Xiaoqi straightened up and looked at the page, and seemed contented as he smiled for awhile.

Then, he threw this book, which had been hidden for a thousand days and nights, into the trash can.

The door opened and Qiong Dafang’s head poked it. “Wifey, time to eat.”

Zhen Xiaoqi stomped his feet and limped out. Qiong Dafang hurried rush over to help him.

“Did you keep the water you used to wash the rice?”

“Kept, kept. I even got hot water for you. It is warm enough now for you wash your face.”

“Do you want to little pickles? I made them and kept them in the fridge.”

“I saw them and took some out. I cut them and mixed with sesame oil. You can eat it with porridge later. Oh right wife, shall we have the refrigerator repaired?”

“Why should we repair it? It is already winter. The balcony is a natural refrigerator.”

…

In the quiet bedroom, the trash can beside the bed was filled with used paper towels. The old book that was originally at the top gradually sunk in and was mixed with the garbage that was covered in dubious liquid and covered.

It was like the ridiculous names of number 2 to number 43 in it.

It was like Zhen Xiaoqi’s hilarious experience of pursuing.

It was just like Qiong Dafang’s inexplicable first and broken love.

Qiong Dafang and Zhen Xiaoqi, was the true match made in heaven.

END

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