Stars Fall Into The Sea, Love Never Fades Chapter 31

Chapter 31: Fireworks and memories after marriage

The days after marriage are like a cup of lukewarm tea, dull but satisfying.

Azhi and Qi still live in a small apartment off campus, but the space has been re-planned, with many more life-oriented details: the kitchen wall cabinet is filled with tableware commonly used by the two of them, including a set of blue and white porcelain bowls, specially selected by Azhi, with a small “The words “Zhi” and “Qi” are used; the sofa in the living room is piled with soft pillows, which are made of Qi. The stitches are not neat, but they are full of warmth; next to the white roses on the balcony, there are several pots of succulent plants, which the two of them raised together and named them “Xingzai” and “Haizai”.

Every morning, Ah Zhi would get up first and prepare breakfast.He knew that Qi liked to eat soft-boiled eggs and would cook the egg yolks until they were half-solid; while Qi would pour milk into a mug with a star pattern on it and warm it in hot water while Ah Zhi was washing.At the breakfast table, the two would chat about the day’s plans, occasionally smiling at each other, and they had such a tacit understanding that no words were needed.

Ah Zhi established a firm foothold in the design company and became the department head.He no longer stayed up late to catch up on work as he did before, and would come home from get off work on time every day because he knew there was someone waiting for him at home.Qi’s paintings are becoming more and more popular, and many galleries have offered him an olive branch, but he still maintains his identity as a freelance painter, only painting the starry sky and sea that he likes, and occasionally painting A Zhi – painting his concentration when working, painting his profile when cooking, and painting the fine lines at the corners of his eyes when he smiles.

Weekends are always very enjoyable.The two would go to the supermarket to buy groceries together, with Ah Zhi pushing the shopping cart and Qi picking the ingredients from behind. Occasionally, he would secretly put the semi-finished mango pancake into the car; they would clean the room together, Ah Zhi wiping the table, and Qi mopping the floor, humming the same song; they would sit on the sofa and watch movies, with Qi leaning in Ah Zhi’s arms, secretly wiping tears after seeing touching scenes, while Ah Zhi would gently pat his back and hand him a tissue.

“Ah Zhi, look at this.” That afternoon, while sorting out old things, Qi dug out a small wooden box, which was exactly the one Ah Zhi received in his previous life.There was a notebook and a voice recorder in the box, but the handwriting in the notebook changed to Qi Jinsheng’s handwriting, and the voice recorder recorded the daily conversations between the two.

Ah Zhi leaned over and looked at the contents of the notebook, his eyes slightly red.It records every detail after the two met: the first time they watched the sunrise together, the first time they cooked together, the first time they did charity together… Every detail was carefully recorded by Qi, and the words are full of love.

“I always feel that I should write down all of this.” Qi said softly, “I’m afraid… I’m afraid of forgetting.”

Ah Zhi held his hand and intertwined their fingertips: “I will never forget it. These memories have been engraved in our souls.”

He pressed the play button on the recorder, and heard the laughter of the two of them, as well as Qi’s gentle voice: “Azhi, I love you.”

“I love you too, Qi.” Ah Zhi responded softly, his voice full of warmth.

The setting sun shines through the window and shines on the two of them, making them warm and affectionate.The fireworks after marriage made their love more solid, and the regrets from the past life gradually dissipated in the stability of this life.