Chapter 50: Chapter 50 - Spring Sunshine 5.3
In the sound of the pouring rain, Xia Liang finally pushed away from Song Qiyan's chest. She turned her eyes away from his gaze, which was filled with desire.
Song Qiyan sighed lightly. He stood up from sofa and pulled his hand out of Xia Liang's top. Then he pulled Xia Liang up and locked her in his arms.
Xia Liang buried her face into Song Qiyan's chest, recovering her breathe. Her face was flushed.
After a while, she poked Song Qiyan's chest. "Qian Qian and shixiong haven't come back yet!" Then she poked again. Umm, wow, he's pretty brawny.
Song Qiyan buried his head in her hair and taking in the nice scent of her hair. He said "Umm".
Dissatisfied with his perfunctory attitude, she rose her head and bit his chin, leaving a pink teeth print. "Hey, the rain is pouring outside."
"They are both grownups and have money with them. They won't get lost. And------" Song Qiyan answered without caring. His two hands held tightly to her twisting waist. He turned over and pushed her underneath him. A great fire flickered in his eyes. "Are you sure you want to continue feeding the fire?"
Xia Liang opened her eyes wide, with no idea how she got into this position. She opened her mouth but then decided to shut up. With a bright red face, she closed her eyes with trembling eyelashes. Then she shrunk into his arms pathetically.
Song Qiyan watched, it was difficult to be angry at her.
His usually clear and soft voice was a little coarse now. He tried to speak but then at last he turned all his thoughts into two words, "Xia Xia------"
He was so very lucky to be able to have her in his life.
He had milled around for more than a year and there were so many times that he wanted to bury his feelings deep in his heart, yet he couldn't control it now as it burst forth.
He had placed that feeling in the corner and dared not to let her know.
It felt like treading on the thin ice, watching every step of the way carefully...
Finally, finally.
She finally was in his arms.
In the lobby of the little hotel outside the resort village, two people smiled bitterly to each other, soaked by the pouring rain. Under the gaze of the front desk, they got the last vacant room in the vacation season.
The thunderstorm was raging outside, mixed with the sound of sea waves pounding the shore.
But, it would be a sunny day again.
After that, it would be the most glorious warm sunshine in spring time.
Chapter 51: Chapter 51 - Tea of Summer Part 1.1
"Ah Liang, come down, lunch is ready!"
Xia Liang was sprawled on the sofa watching a soap opera when she heard her grandmother. She lept out of the sofa immediately and ran downstairs.
It was July. Cicadas were singing outside the window. It was much cooler inside the brick house in the peaceful countryside than in the city. The air felt fresh and cool without the need of an air conditioner.
Grandma Lin had already set the table on the mahogany square table. Though there were a few simple dishes in celadon bowls, they looked absolutely appetizing.
"Where's grandpa?" Xia Liang filled up two bowls of rice beside the stove before carrying them to the table. Then she pulled out the long bench and sat down.
"The old man ate an early lunch and went out to play mahjong." Grandma Lin took a rice bowl, "We grow all these vegetables in our own field. Eat more. You'll get a cold very easily. You haven't moved at all, even when I asked you to. You just hide upstairs every day."
"Hehe...," Xia Liang guiltily touched her nose and grabbed a chopstick full of vegetables.
As a matter of fact, she hadn't fully recovered from her cold for the half month since she had come back to China. She first got sick from the poor air quality. When she had almost recovered fully, she then got sick because she stayed in the air conditioned room every day. Her mom simply sent her to the countryside with the words, "Breathe the fresh air of the countryside."
The air indeed was fresher than inside the city of Shanghai. But unfortunately, it was in a remote area, only an old couple lived here. So there was no internet. Her phone didn't have good reception here either. Xia Liang's only entertainment was watching TV every day.
"Delicious!" Xia Liang exclaimed with grains of rice around her lips.
Grandma Lin raised her chin. "Of course, the rice and dishes cooked on an old fashioned stove tastes much better. The electric rice cooker in the city could never produce any guoba[1]!"
Xia Liang quickly nodded in agreement...Umm, it was alright as long as she had good food to eat.
After her meal and washing the dishes, Xia Liang sat on a small stool at the corridor of the main door. There were wisp of cool breeze in the corridor's shadow. The cicadas sang in rhythm, especially so in the afternoon. Her head started to droop down, sleep slowly encroaching upon her.
Something cold brushed over her face as she was half awake and half dreaming. She also seemed to hear granny talking to somebody. She was in a daze...until her head fell down, then she woke up finally.
She yawned. Her eyes floated through a layer of mist. She badly wanted to rub her eyes but just as she lifted her hand up to her eyes, another hand grabbed hers.
A thick, wide and slightly cold hand.
She looked up in shock. She looked through her misty eyes and saw a tall handsome man shielding her from the glaring sun. She looked at him foolishly.
The man watched her in tender bemusement. He crouched down, placing his bag down on the floor. He stroked her face with one hand and in a low, magnetic voice spoke, "Awake sleepyhead?"
Xia Liang blinked her eyes for a few times. After a while, she outstretched her little hand and stabbed his face. She muttered, "It's alive..."
Song Qiyan laughed lightly. He could not resist pulling the little girl that he had not seen for half a month into his arms.
He had patiently waited for an entire year in the past but this half month was intolerable. He wanted to see her every morning. He remembered the soft little hand which tied the apron for him when he was cooking. He remembered her voice, sometimes crisp and sometimes soft, when he was recording for games in the studio...
The most difficult thing to forget was that ancient poem. Lovesickness was most contemptible.
That was from a song he listened before. He deeply agreed. He thought that he, with his cold, quiet personality, would probably never like somebody so strongly. But it was like his nemesis. He met her. This girl brought color and a dash of style into his life, which he had been living on a schedule for 20 years of his life.
His girl...
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