Qiao Jiusheng had attended the New Year’s party with Fang Mu in the past, but she had never attended the Lantern Festival Gala. Thus, she was unaware of this tradition.
Could Qiao Jiuyin have a motive for deliberately not telling me about this?
She’s too evil!
Qiao Jiusheng turned her head to look at Fang Yusheng beside her and suggested, “Why don’t I reject it?” She could perform, but it would be inconvenient for Fang Yusheng to move around. Qiao Jiuyin clearly wants us to get embarrassed?
“Since you’ve agreed, go ahead,” Fang Yusheng said.
Qiao Jiusheng asked, “Go ahead? If you go, what will you perform? Blind man touching an elephant?” Doesn’t he know that Qiao Jiuyin and Fang Mu will be waiting for him to embarrass himself?
Did she eat shit with her mouth?
How nasty!
Fang Yusheng took a deep breath and replied, “I don’t touch elephants. I only touch you.” He tightened his grip on Qiao Jiusheng’s hand and asked her, “Do you mind letting me touch you all over the stage?”
Fang Yusheng mysteriously smiled and arrogantly continued, “Blind man touching ‘an elephant’ is not much of a performance! I even know how to grope an ‘elephant.’”
Qiao Jiusheng was shocked.
She had always known how sharp-tongued Fang Yusheng was. Since he had not scolded her in a long time, she had almost forgotten how it felt.
With a dry laugh, Qiao Jiusheng quickly changed the topic. “Excuse my words.”
Fang Yusheng snorted.
He proudly turned his head and entered the house.
Qiao Jiusheng ate some supper downstairs. When she went upstairs, she heard the long-lost chanting of Buddhist scriptures.
She wanted to turn off the radio, but she was afraid that Fang Yusheng would be angry.
Therefore, she walked to the bed, stretched out her index finger, and nudged Fang Yusheng. “Fang Yusheng, why are you playing this song again?” Hadn’t he stopped playing it long ago?
Fang Yusheng calmly said, “My heart is filled with anger. I have to listen to the Buddhist scriptures to sleep. Otherwise, I’m afraid I won’t be able to hold it in and will be restless.”
“Are you still a man? I only said that one sentence. Do you want to fuss over it for a night?”
Fang Yusheng remained silent.
He knew that he was being petty, but he still felt indignant.
Qiao Jiusheng ran to turn off the radio.
She walked over and lay down beside Fang Yusheng.
Fang Yusheng felt wronged.
After a moment of silence, the sound of someone turning over suddenly came from beside him. Then, Fang Yusheng felt a pair of arms wrapping around his waist.
He froze.
This was the first time Qiao Jiusheng had taken the initiative to hug him.
All his grievances and unhappiness instantly vanished.
Qiao Jiusheng rubbed her head on Fang Yusheng’s shoulder and sincerely apologized. “Yusheng, I didn’t mean to mock you.”
Fang Yusheng quietly listened without answering.
“I’m just feeling unfair for you. You can’t see and can’t go on stage to perform, yet Qiao Jiuyin still asked me to attend the banquet. You’re also silly. You don’t know how to avoid the attack, yet you insisted on attending. I’m angry… angry at you for being arrogant, and angry at Qiao Jiuyin for being vicious.”
When he heard Qiao Jiusheng’s words, Fang Yusheng’s stifled heart was suddenly relieved.
“Are you worried about me?” His voice was filled with laughter.
Qiao Jiusheng was silent for a moment, then nodded.
Fang Yusheng turned around and hugged her back.
Qiao Jiusheng was not used to this kind of intimacy where they hugged each other. However, she forced herself to accept it. They were husband and wife, and it was impossible for them to sleep in the same bed forever without doing nothing. One day, they would cross the minefield.
Fang Yusheng rested his chin on Qiao Jiusheng’s forehead and sighed. “Ah Sheng, thanks for worrying. I’ll listen to you.”
Qiao Jiusheng hummed in agreement.
“What should I do? You’re even cuter.” He wanted to do something bad even more.
Qiao Jiusheng immediately pushed him away. “Sleep.”
Fang Yusheng came over again and hugged her, but he did not do anything rash.
The next morning, Qiao Jiusheng woke up. She was surprised to find that Fang Yusheng was not bathing. When she ran downstairs, she saw a piano and a violin in the hall.
Wearing a warm sweater, Fang Yusheng sat on the piano and held a violin in his hand. He gently touched it.
The scene of the morning sun, the man, and the violin constructed a soul-stirring and beautiful painting.
