One Night Bride

               Chapter 13: Do You Want to Leave?

This bandit has a name? I thought he was always called “Qin Shang Cheng”.

He urges loudly, very excitedly: “Write it down for me to see, I haven’t seen my name written on paper yet, quickly ……”

Hua Rong does not even look at him, she says lightly: “I do not know how to write those three words.”

“Why?”

She does not answer, as if she doesnt care to answer.

At this time, the last sunset is spilling down from the woods, sprinkling on her hair, face …… her face has a faint jade-like crystal, and her soft hair is emitting a kind of black dazzling light, looking long, as if ink like the leaves around.

She is wearing a light green brand-new shirt, boots with small holes, and the standing posture is very dignified, and indescribably beautiful.

Qin Shang Cheng looks at her for a moment, his eyes are a little straight, and he can’t help but swallow his saliva.

This is the first time he looks at this woman so carefully, removing the unkempt face, covered with blood and dust, as if a fine pearl just taken out of the box.

Her fingers are white and slender, like the tips of a well-grown green onion, green and dripping, holding such a tube of wolf hair, so elegant.

He has never seen such a woman in his life, and for a moment, does not know what to do.

He sees  a little ink stain on her little finger, black and crystal white,and the contrast is beautiful. He suddenly wants to go over and gently wipe the ink off her.

He reaches out, and as he is about to take her hand, she puts away her pen and looks at the teenager, as if to say goodbye to him. He suddenly realizes that it is not that she can not write, but that she will not write for him. Somehow as soon as her eyes touch her own shadow, she has a little disdain and a disgusting look. She looks at the teenager’s gaze. It is very different, although also light, but with gentleness and kindness.

He looks very upset and very disappointed, he crumples the paper in his hand into a paper ball and throws it away, sadly: “Damn, if you don’t write, forget it.”

Then he lifts the teenager and kicks him in the ass, before leaving.

The teenager does not care about the pain on the buttocks, he quickly goes to pick up the paper ball, puts it on the boulder and rubs it flat, very distressed: “sister, my name ……”

Seeing that he is so distressed, Hua Rong smiles : “It’s okay, I’ll write it for you again.”

The young man is very happy, still rubbing that paper neatly: “But I also want to collect this one, this is the first one my sister has written for me.”

Hua Rong nods , the young man follows her, the two step on the shadow of the sunset, slowly walking back.

At that row of bandits, it is time to part with the boy, and she realizes that another dark day is coming. The closer she gets to the huge “hell”, the more panic Hua Rong feels, this is not “going home”, but into a terrible wolf’s den. The pain in the body has not disappeared, the great fear in the mind is deepening.

Tonight, what will greet you?

This day, She has only eaten some wild fruits and drank some water, but fear has overpowered hunger, and she only dawdles, suddenly wishing that this road doesn’t end and never lead to that terrible house.

However, the patrol of the two men is not far away, one is on the left and one on the right, with wolf-like gaze, the prey in the trap will not be able to escape at all.

Qin Shang Cheng is still standing at the door, naked, carrying a large bucket of water on his body, clattering like a rain.

She is terrified to see it. And the fear of last night, seems to tear her whole body again.

Qin Shang Cheng wipes his hair with a handkerchief, then dries his body and says to her, “Come here.”

Her legs are like lead, walking a few steps, her legs are shaking, as if she is going to the banquet of the King of Hell.

Qin Shang Cheng sees her walking so slowly, he becomes impatient, with long legs and long feet, he takes a few steps over to pull her, and walks to a banana tree.

Banana leaves are long, like a natural fan, the whole body is so green, more against the evening sky, blue like unadulterated crystal.

It is like a spotless fairy tale world.

But who can imagine how much fear is hidden under such a world?

There is a small table under the banana tree, and on the table is a whole piece of jade, which they have also stolen.

On the table are a few plates of small dishes, a pot of carefully cooked fish, a very rare kind of sea fish. There is also a jar of wine. Qin Shang Cheng pulls her to sit down, he picks up the wine altar and taps it, the plastic seal falls off and then, a strong smell of wine comes out.

She is more afraid, could it be that she would eat here in the future? getting along day and night , facing the devil?

He sees her dawdling and not taking chopsticks, he takes a pair of chopsticks and stuffs them in her hand, saying loudly, “You’ve been writing with that little brat all day, aren’t you hungry?”

She doesn’t  answer, just puts her head down and eats.

Qin Shang Cheng drinks a bowl of wine, and then, pours another bowl in front of her: “Do you want to drink?”

She ignores him, and he picks it up and drinks it all. He doesn’t drink any more, but picks up the bowl and eats like she is doing. 

He watches her while he eats, and she eats in a very strange way, not too fast, not too slow, very calm, as if eating is also a very beautiful thing.

He looks dumbfounded for a moment, and suddenly curses inexplicably: “Fuck.”

She does not even look at him, nor care what he is cursing, he just puts down the bowl, and slowly walks into the house. Qin Shang Cheng also follows, puts down the bowl and walks in.

The cow candle is lit, and she seats on the edge of the bed, looking calm, but her heart is like a deer jumping, when she sees him following her, the calm can no longer be maintained, she shrinks inward as if she knows that someone is holding a knife to her neck, and does not have the slightest ability to resist.

Qin Shang Cheng sits down beside her and reaches out to hold her body, this time instead of tearing the clothes like he did last night, he takes off the clothes and throws them aside.

Her whole body is in his hands again..

He holds this smooth body, feeling her shivering in his arms like a leaf about to fall. The heart is filled with an extremely shameful anger, but, under his palm, struggling for a while is also futile. She closes her eyes, and last night comes again.

As long as you don’t die, such destruction, will it be endless?

But the expected pain does not come, the bear’s paw has left her leg, caressing her chest: “I won’t move you tonight, will you come tomorrow and write my name?”

She opens her eyes in vain and looks at him strangely.

He repeats: “I won’t move you tonight. Tomorrow, you write my name!”

She doesn’t  even think: “Not until you let me go.”

“Three days!” He touches his hand to her face, almost touching her eyelashes, “I’ll let you rest for three days, no more bargaining.”

She drops her eyes in disappointment, thinking that it will be good to escape for three days.

“Are you eager to get out of here?”

Nonsense. Who would want to stay in this evil place?

He laughs, like a poisonous snake: “When I’ve had enough of you, you can’t stay even if you want to. Don’t worry, soon when I get tired of it, I’ll throw you out.”