How to capture the system fairies as wives

Shen Shuanglian thought for a moment and said softly, "Unreliable and lustful junior brother."

"...Nothing else?"

"Gone."

Chen Yin held his forehead in silence, then said, "In that case, are you really willing to commit yourself to me, Senior Sister?"

"Submitting myself to your unreliable and lustful junior brother?"

Shen Shuanglian was speechless for a moment. Just as she was about to speak, she slowly held herself back.

Her eyelashes drooped deeply, and there was a hint of melancholy in her eyes.

"If Senior Sister really doesn't want to, there's no need to force myself. I've caused this trouble myself, and I will definitely keep Senior Sister safe even if I have to risk my life."

Chen Yin stared at her face and said seriously, "I hope that Senior Sister will not regret your choice one day."

Shen Shuanglian pursed her lips slightly.

She was silent for a long time before she slowly said:

"Put out the fire."

Chen Yin followed his words and flicked his sleeves. The bonfire suddenly went out.

The cave fell into darkness again, and then there was a faint light outside the cave. Chen Yin saw Shen Shuanglian's bright eyes, shaking gently in the darkness.

After a burst of rustling sounds, Chen Yin suddenly heard a soft voice:

"...You still haven't told me whether you like me or not."

"I'm afraid that if I tell you, Senior Sister will think I'm a frivolous man and then regret it."

"Aren't you?"

"At least I keep my promises." Chen Yin shrugged.

Then, he suddenly felt a soft and hot body gently hugging him from behind, pressing tightly against his back.

"Actually, it doesn't matter whether you like me or not."

"Maybe I just want to hear you say it once. Even if you tell a lie to please me." She whispered in Chen Yin's ear.

"Even if it's a lie, I'm willing to wait for you."

"…Even until the end, I didn't wait for you."

"Brother Chen Yin."

Chen Yin's pupils suddenly contracted.

He hadn't heard of this name for a long time.

…This was his name before he was reborn.

Just as he was about to speak, his lips were blocked by something soft.

It was flowing as clear and soft as moonlight, along with the lips and tongue, until the iceberg melted.

Everything melted.

Only a low sound remained, echoing softly in the cave.

"…You hurt me."

"……sorry."

39. Cowards and Liars

In the midsummer of a certain year.

Among the flowers in the community flower bed, a little girl was crying loudly, and a dirty popsicle was lying on the ground.

"Woooo..."

She cried for a long time, but no friends came to comfort her, and no parents came to coax her.

Until a voice sounded: "Don't cry. This is for you, okay?"

The little girl stopped crying and raised her head. A boy who was slightly taller than her was holding a popsicle in his hand and turned his head away from her.

The little girl wiped her eyes, took the popsicle, and said timidly in a childish voice: "Thank you..."

"Next time, don't cry about this kind of thing."

The boy whispered, "Girls' tears shouldn't be so cheap. If you want to shed tears, you should shed them for the boy you like."

The little girl blinked, not knowing what this meant.

But she just thought it sounded nice. She liked it very much.

"Don't you have friends to play with you either?"

"Um……"

"Let me play with you. My name is Chen Yin, what's yours?"

The little girl hesitated for a moment, then slowly pursed her lips, revealing a sweet dimple:

"Shen Shuangshuang."

……

The summer vacation for the two children didn't last long.

The person whom I chased after every day and called Brother Chen Yin, the person with whom I promised that we would not leave as friends, suddenly disappeared one day. It was as if he had evaporated from the face of the earth.

The little girl searched for a long time before she learned from his parents that the boy had moved.

She cried very sadly that day and ran to the flower bed alone again.

But this time, no one touched her head or handed her a popsicle.

……

A few years later, the girl went to junior high school.

During the summer vacation of her third year in junior high school, the girl who was about to go to high school changed into black clothes and attended her parents' funeral accompanied by her parents' friends.

...It was a sudden car accident.

In front of the tombstone, those so-called good friends were crying very sadly, but when the matter of raising themselves was mentioned, they all avoided looking and made excuses.

The girl kept her lips tightly pursed and remained silent from beginning to end.

No crying. No talking.

After returning home, she covered herself with the quilt, squatted in the corner of the bed with her knees hugged tightly, and said nothing.

She doesn't know what her tomorrow will be like.

Continue to go to school. Or find a factory job.

But her cell phone suddenly rang with the sound of a text message.

It was a remittance. There was no signature, only a simple line:

"Don't cry. Girls' tears shouldn't be so cheap."

But when she saw these words, she couldn't hold back any longer and started crying loudly while hugging the quilt.

After that, she began to look for that person again. She learned that he had moved to a strange city.

When she learned that he had not finished college, she broke up with her family and ran away from home.

I learned that he was writing some whining literary stories on the Internet, just like what he said when I first met him: "Girls' tears should not be so cheap."

The writing may not be good, but the little girl became his loyal reader.

I read every story and every paragraph over and over again. Even before going to bed every night, I would secretly curl up in my quilt, waiting for him to update his blog, as if this was the happiest thing in the day.

She would leave a message on every article, but never revealed her identity. Instead, she silently supported and followed him as an unknown reader.

"Author, your work won't be abandoned, will it? You won't suddenly leave us, will you?"

"No. As long as there is a reader, I will not put down my pen. This is not an empty statement."

but.

A year and a half later, the girl had not yet graduated from high school.

That blog suddenly stopped updating.

That person broke his promise again and disappeared from her life without a trace.

When the girl finally found him after going through untold hardships, she was unable to see him in person.

All I saw was his cold tombstone.

Cause of death: Alcohol poisoning. Suspected suicide.

-

I don’t know when it started.

It was drizzling outside the cave.

The rain was not heavy but dense, and as smooth as silk was pouring down. The misty rain brought a hint of coolness and rolled into the cave.

The scene in the cave was quiet and dim.

The rain was a little chilly. Shen Shuanglian sneezed lightly, rubbed her nose, and then wrapped her coat tightly around her.

"cold?"

"……Um."

"I'll hold you for a while and you won't be cold anymore."

"You only hug me and won't do anything else?"

"Really. I swear."

"...I don't believe you anymore."

Chen Yin smiled awkwardly.

Shen Shuanglian hesitated for a moment, but still gently moved closer to Chen Yin and let him hug her with his coat on.

Chen Yin was still worried, so he pulled the remaining clothes and piled them all around Shen Shuanglian, wrapping her up like a tight penguin.

At this point, Shen Shuanglian's slightly red nose gradually stopped sneezing.

"I didn't know before that monks could catch colds."

"... Monks are also human beings."

"But can ordinary germs really infect a monk's body?"

"How should I know? There are no scientists in this world to study the bodies of monks."

Shen Shuanglian's tone seemed a little sick, with a hint of weakness and a hint of resentment.

Chen Yin really wanted to continue the conversation on this topic, but seeing that Shen Shuanglian was about to sneeze again, he immediately hugged her tighter out of concern.

"Oh. If I had known, I should have taken more measures to keep warm last night, and not put out the fire at all."

"That won't work." Shen Shuanglian said anxiously.

"why?"

"...If there is light, I will be shy."

"..."

Chen Yin didn't even dare to refute. After all, if he had to be the culprit for Shen Shuanglian's cold, it could only be himself.

So no matter how Shen Shuanglian threw a tantrum, he could only listen obediently.

"Are you hungry? I'll go catch you a pheasant and make you some chicken soup, shall I?"

Shen Shuanglian didn't say anything. She just silently hugged her knees and buried her head in them.

Seeing that she did not refute, Chen Yin thought that maybe she would feel better if she drank some chicken soup, so he stood up and left.

But just as he stood up, a hand grabbed his wrist tightly. Shen Shuanglian stared at him timidly with her lips tightly pursed.

"Um, aren't you hungry?"