allonlinenovel Chapter 223 It's okay
Chapter 223 It's okay
Song Huan lay on the bed, turned over, and rolled the blanket into a ball.
The curtains weren't fully drawn, and moonlight leaked in through the gaps, drawing a white line on the ceiling.
He stared at the white line, his mind still racing.
Chen Fei reported today on the recruitment progress, the new equipment to be installed next week, and the plans for the Taobao store are still undecided.
The more I think about it, the clearer my mind becomes.
He rolled over and faced the wall.
In my past life, when I started my business, I lost everything, down to my underwear.
This life is great; whatever I do, I succeed.
Food vouchers, studios—it's like they've gotten incredibly lucky.
He closed his eyes.
My consciousness slowly sank, like being soaked in warm water.
……
He suddenly opened his eyes.
The ceiling looks different again.
It wasn't the white ceiling light in the house, but an old-fashioned incandescent light bulb, hanging from the ceiling by a wire, covered in a layer of dust.
The window was closed, the curtains were half-drawn, and the streetlights outside shone in, casting a dim, yellowish glow.
He lay on a narrow bed, the blanket thin and faded from washing.
He moved slightly and noticed someone next to him, very close, close enough to feel the other person's breath on his neck.
A small hand rested on his waist, its fingers curled up as if afraid he would run away.
He glanced down and saw that the hand was very white, with short nails.
Lin Yue.
He paused for a second.
This is after the Qingming Festival.
He took Lin Yue back to Nanjiang, unwilling to give up, wanting to try again and try his luck in this big city full of opportunities.
He wanted to make money, and he wanted to marry Lin Yue.
Song Huan rented this small house for 800 yuan a month, with a deposit of one month's rent and three months' rent paid in advance, totaling 3,200 yuan.
He found a job in operations at a small company nearby, earning eight thousand a month.
I'll also drive for hire at night, and if I work myself to the bone, I can make 10,000 yuan a month.
Lin Yue works at a milk tea shop and earns more than 4,000 yuan a month.
She told him, "You save all the money you earn, don't touch a single penny. I'll spend the money I earn."
The clothes he was wearing were bought by her.
She chose the blankets for the bed.
She chose the table lamp.
She even buys two toothbrushes at a time, one blue and one pink.
The little hand moved slightly on his waist, its fingers curled up, and then it stopped moving.
Song Huan didn't move, afraid of waking her.
He turned his head and looked at her face.
The light from the streetlamp seeped through the gap in the curtains, falling on her face and illuminating her closed eyes, long eyelashes, and slightly parted mouth.
Breathing was light and even.
He suddenly felt at peace.
He gently held her hand, closed his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep again.
The scene suddenly changed.
The lights are off.
There was a small cake on the table, with pink cream and a few candles stuck on it.
The candlelight flickered, casting a dim, yellowish glow over the entire room.
Lin Yue sat across the table, her hands resting on her knees, leaning forward as she looked at the candles.
Her face was flushed by the candlelight, and her eyes were bright.
Song Huan took a small box out of her pocket. It was made of red velvet and tied with a white ribbon.
He put the box on the table and pushed it over.
"Birthday present."
Lin Yue stared at the box, momentarily stunned.
She didn't answer, looked at Song Huan, and said somewhat angrily, "Didn't I tell you? Don't buy me gifts, save your money."
"Who celebrates their birthday without receiving a present?"
Song Huan pushed the box towards her again, a smile on her face. "Open it and take a look."
Lin Yue pursed her lips, picked up the box, untied the ribbon, and opened it.
There was a lipstick lying inside.
The outer casing is black, with a gold logo printed on the bottom.
She picked it up, unscrewed it, and found the ointment was bright red, reflecting the candlelight.
Then she cried.
It wasn't the kind of quiet, suppressed crying; it was the kind of crying that suddenly burst forth, impossible to stop.
Tears streamed down her face, pattering onto the table.
Song Huan panicked, "What's wrong? You don't like it? Then I'll get another one..."
Lin Yue shook her head, wiped her tears with the back of her hand, and wiped them again because they weren't completely gone.
She sniffed, her voice hoarse.
"I don't want you to spend money on me because I want to help you save money."
She looked up at Song Huan, her eyes red-rimmed and tears clinging to her eyelashes.
"I'll leave it for you to marry me."
Song Huan was stunned.
The candlelight danced between the two people, casting their shadows on the wall, close together.
Lin Yue clutched the lipstick tightly in her hand.
Song Huan opened her mouth, as if to say something, but didn't.
He reached out and took her hand.
Her hands were small and cool.
She didn't pull it back.
The two of them just sat there, neither of them saying a word.
The candle burned to the bottom, the flame flickered twice, and then went out.
The room darkened, with only the streetlights from outside leaking through the curtains, drawing a white line on the floor.
Peaceful days are like a mirror; they shatter if you drop them.
A few months later, Song Huan returned from the company looking unwell.
He changed his shoes, put his briefcase on the table, stood by the window, and looked outside.
The sky over Nanjiang was overcast and the sun was nowhere to be seen.
Lin Yue came out of the kitchen, carrying a bowl of soup, and placed it on the table.
She walked over to him and took his hand.
"What's wrong?"
Song Huan didn't turn around. "My salary has been cut. Starting next month, it'll be reduced by two thousand."
Lin Yue didn't say anything, but rubbed her fingers against the back of his hand.
She squeezed his hand and said softly, "It's okay, we can just rent a smaller place."
She paused for a moment, then lowered her voice even further, "Then we can get a smaller bed so we can sleep closer together."
Song Huan turned around and looked at her.
She tilted her head back and smiled at him.
He reached out and hugged her.
"Lin Yue, I'm so sorry..."
She buried her face in his chest and wrapped her arms around his waist.
"You haven't wronged me, my silly husband... You are the man I love most in this life."
The two people stood by the window. The sky outside was gray and hazy. A car horn sounded downstairs once and then faded into the distance.