Chapter 123: The story of a man with a baby looking for his wife (3)
Among them, after experiencing all kinds of hardships in which the vicious female partner went crazy, the cannon fodder male partner wanted to snatch the wife from the outside wife, and the old and pedantic male and female protagonists were immoral, the outside room ran with the ball, and the young master went crazy in the crematorium.
The supporting characters collectively used their wits to do bad things and were caught. The male protagonist put all those who blocked him in jail and killed them all. Two years later, he met the wife with a baby in a remote town, and the two of them had an instant look. Year, ushered in a happy ending.
Chu Xiang looked at the title of the book "The Soft Outer Room Runs Away" again, her expression was hard to describe.
Her eyes were a little tired from reading, so she put down the book temporarily, took the orange from Yingying, and lay on the lounge chair, looking at the sky in the distance, feeling comfortable and comfortable.
Yingying didn't understand why the lady didn't care about Pei Yuzhou's affairs at all?
Even in the past, when the young lady was engaged to Pei Yuzhou, her attitude was very casual. Now the young lady treats Pei Yuzhou as a stranger.
Yingying had seen Pei Yuzhou's outer room. When her second wife got married, the woman named Su Zhizhi came to the house and changed her name to Chu Zhizhi.
That woman is really charming, delicate and beautiful. Just standing there makes me feel pity for her. Not only does she look soft, but her voice is also soft. Not to mention men, even women will feel weak when they hear her soft voice. Half of his body was covered.
How many men can resist being moved by such a natural beauty?
Many people said that as soon as Chu Zhizhi appeared, Miss Chu's reputation as the most beautiful lady was lost, but Yingying just felt that Miss Chu was more beautiful.
Just now, because he didn't plan to go out, Chu Xiang just put on a little makeup, which was definitely not related to the word "coquettish". It just reminded people of the word "clean".
Today she is only wearing a simple high-waisted Confucian skirt. The top is a fresh and elegant green. The translucent tulle vaguely reveals her white shoulders and arms. An orange lace is wrapped around the chest, paired with orange-red Gold moiré embroidery on the skirt.
A naturally bright and generous girl, just a little dressing up is enough to make people shine.
Yingying always felt that women like Chu Zhizhi were very immoral, and Pei Yuzhou liked that kind of witch, but it didn't matter, there would definitely be better people who would like a beautiful fairy like her lady.
Yingying noticed that the lady was wandering around again, and she asked curiously: "Miss, why are you in a daze again?"
Chu Xiang blinked, and the light from the beautiful clouds on the horizon fell in her eyes, but it was just a dull redundant ink. She said: "Yingying, I feel something is wrong with my body."
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Yingying was confused, "Something's wrong?"
Chu Xiang put his hand on his chest, "It's a little swollen."
Yingying was still a little girl who didn't understand anything. She could only guess: "Miss, is your chest tight and painful? I'll go find a doctor!"
"No need." Chu Xiang folded his arms and stared at the sun gradually disappearing in the clouds on the horizon, and then asked: "Did I really stay in the nunnery to maintain my health during those two years?"
Yingying looked a little flustered, but quickly calmed down and said matter-of-factly: "Of course, the young lady was so angry about Pei Yuzhou that she went there to recuperate."
Chu Xiang couldn't remember what happened during those two years in the nunnery. All she could remember was that she encountered robbers on the mountain road to worship Buddha two years ago.
Although Pei Yuzhou kept saying that he remembered the kindness of his aunt's family and would be kind to his cousin, he was just making fun of Chu Zhizhi, but when the danger really came, he still exposed his instincts.
Chu Xiang seemed to have rolled down the mountain and fell into the water. The memory after that was like being drunk and fragmented. Everything was blurry. Then she opened her eyes again and she was lying in her boudoir.
Her parents said that she was too ill, but fortunately they asked for help from an old lady doctor who had retired and returned to her hometown, so they took her back to the Chu Mansion for treatment. But it was also because she was so ill that she forgot many things.
Chu Xiang muttered: "What did I forget?"
Yingying quickly said: "Miss, the doctor said you can't force yourself to think about the past, it will give you a headache!"
After being interrupted by Yingying, Chu Xiang's thoughts were confused. She glanced at Yingying faintly and said a very scary sentence, "When I was dreaming, I seemed to dream of a very cute little doll. Yingying, you said I have It's impossible to give birth to a child while dreaming?" Yingying's hair stood on end and her face turned pale. "Miss, how is it possible? You are not married yet, don't make such a joke!" br>
Chu Xiang narrowed his eyes slightly, lay back, touched his chest again, and had a guess in his mind.
People in her family are very shy about what happened in the past two years. Could it be that she was deceived by a scumbag, so they don't want her to think of the sad memories of the past?
Autumn has arrived recently, and it’s fine during the day, but once it gets dark, it gets cold.
Late at night, wandering beggars habitually spend the night huddled up in a ruined temple. This ruined temple can also be said to be their base. With many people close together, even in the middle of the night, in the wilderness, they can build up their courage. .
But today's night is not peaceful.
Er Laizi, who had woken up from peeing, opened his eyes in a daze and saw a figure floating vaguely outside the temple gate. The sound of "ding-dong-dang" collision soon came clearly, telling him that this was not his hallucination.
It was a figure wearing a red robe. His white hair was fluttering like a cobweb in the night wind, almost covering his entire face. Only his scarlet eyes exuded bloodlust in the moonlit night. of light.
He held a baby wrapped in red swaddling clothes in his arms. Judging from the size, he should be about half a year old. The tiger head hat was blown off by the wind, revealing the same white hair and red eyes.
He lay in his father's arms, turned his head a lot, grinned, and showed a "friendly" smile to the people staring at him in the ruined temple.
“There’s a ghost!!!”
I don't know who screamed. The beggars in the ruined temple held their own rice bowls and ran away without a trace.
The child's innocent eyes showed confusion, probably because he didn't understand why everyone ran away when they saw his smile. In the past, when he smiled, his mother would hold him in her arms and praise him for being cute.
There was a "gurgling" sound coming from his stomach, and the chubby hand pulled a strand of the young father's white hair and let out a soft cry.
The young man glanced at his son through the gaps in the hair that covered his face. Just like his wife did in the past, he touched his son's belly with one hand to make sure it was flat.
He carried his son into the ruined temple, sat down on a pile of withered grass, then took out a dry cake from the package, tore it in half, and brought it to his son's mouth.
The boy turned his face away and said "Ah" in disgust.
The boy turned his face back with so much force that the child's neck clicked and his head immediately tilted at an abnormal angle.
The boy's red eyes were full of sadness.
The boy rearranged the child's head and said softly: "Xiangxiang is not here, there is no breast milk, only this. If you don't eat it, you won't have the strength to find your mother."
The child's little face wrinkled tightly, he reluctantly opened his mouth, and used his two deciduous teeth to grind the dry cake.
The young man lowered his head and slowly put the other half of the cake into his mouth.
The night is dark and windy, the countryside is deserted, the ruined temples are desolate and cold.
The lonely figure of the father and son in the night was very pitiful.
(End of chapter)