Sweet crazy!The cold lawyer Song married at an early age

Chapter 345 The injury on the back of the hand

Many years later, Song Shichen's dream was haunted by this scene. The girl's blank expression at the beginning turned into joy. Her eyebrows were curved, her eyes reflected the light and shadow, dyed with delicate tenderness, and she tilted her head to look at him with a smile.

Time seemed to have stopped at this moment, but it was an ordinary sentence, but it made him feel dazed for a moment, as if he had seen this scene when he came home from get off work and opened the door many years later.

Song Shichen responded with a smile in his eyes. Shen Wanyi got up from the rocking chair. With the faint light in the courtyard, she could vaguely see traces of stains on his clothes. She couldn't help but ask, "What did you do?"

"It's nothing, something happened." When Song Shichen said this, his eyes were clearly evasive, and he passed it by vaguely, as if he didn't want to reveal more.

Shen Wanyi saw that he was hiding something and was silent for a few seconds. She slowly lowered her eyes, her expression as calm as ever, and said, "Let's eat." She turned around and carried the cat into the house.

Song Shichen hesitated to speak. Looking at the departing figure, he naturally knew that he was angry, so he had no choice but to follow him into the house.

As the night slowly fell, an incandescent lamp was lit in the room, giving off a warm yellow glow. The dishes with all the colors, flavors and aromas were already placed on the table, waiting for everyone to gather.

Grandma took out the bowls and chopsticks. When she saw the people following Shen Wanyi, she quickly greeted, "Xiao Song is back. Come, wash your hands and eat."

Shen Wanyi sat down. She didn't speak. She lowered her head and ate silently. She didn't even look at Song Shichen the whole time.

In the countryside, eating is always more casual and people can talk freely. It is a common time to eat, unlike in the city where there are many rules and regulations. You don't say anything when you eat and don't say anything when you sleep.

"This tofu crispy steamed egg is made by Wanwan. Try it. It's delicious." The house hasn't been so lively for a long time, so the old man naturally talked more than usual. He was very happy and kept asking Song Shichen to have more. Eat some.

The golden egg skin covers the tender tofu. The egg skin is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. The special sauce is poured on top, achieving a perfect balance between the tenderness of the tofu and the crispiness of the egg skin. Song Shichen raised his head and glanced at the transparent Shen Wanyi, and responded in a low voice, "Okay." He picked up a piece of tofu with chopsticks and tasted it. It was really tender and smooth.

The two of them were close to each other, sitting next to each other. When Song Shichen reached out to pick up vegetables, Shen Wanyi saw a few new scars on his hands. Even though they were just a few, the dazzling red color was particularly abrupt and could not be ignored.

Her eyes stayed on it for a long time. It wasn't until Song Shichen noticed it and turned his head to look at her that he shifted his gaze.

After dinner, grandma broke the beans in the small basket and looked up from time to time to catch up on the family ethics drama at eight o'clock, completely unaware that the two of them were not in the courtyard.

The moonlight shines on the quiet path, the chirping of insects hidden in the fields and forests comes one after another, a gust of wind blows gently, and the leaves of the plants make a rustling sound, but there is a different kind of tranquility and tranquility.

"Shen Wanyi..."

After Shen Wanyi went out for a walk, Song Shichen followed behind. He walked a few steps faster and stepped forward to hold her hand. Unexpectedly, he was grabbed back, and the injuries on the back of his hand were clearly visible before his eyes.

He was stunned, his expression was a little flustered for a moment, and he forced a smile on his lips, "What's wrong?"

Shen Wanyi looked at him quietly, curved a mocking arc, and sneered, "What happened to the injury? Don't tell me, it was an accidental scratch. There is no credibility."