Chapter 2: My Good Husband Goes to Heaven. It turns out that he was also reborn. ...

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Li Shanglu woke up almost instantly and nearly fell off the small stool, but before he fell, he was gently supported by a cold hand.

She rubbed her eyes and looked at the person in front of her. Her heart skipped a beat for no reason. "You, you're back."

Shen Changyi quickly withdrew his hand and looked at her coldly.

Why did she say he was a little cold? Li Shanglu actually didn't know why she thought so. Obviously, Shen Changyi had the same expression all year round, but she inexplicably felt that Shen Changyi was very cold today.

Is it because she feels guilty?

Are you kidding? She didn't do anything, so why should she feel guilty?

Li Shanglu pursed his lips, curling his fingers slightly inside his sleeves, and said unhappily, "Why are you back so late?"

Oh no, why is she talking to Chen Changyi in this tone again? This habit is really hard to change in a short time.

"Husband, I..."

Before she finished speaking, Shen Changyi spoke to her almost at the same time, "I will be very busy during this period..."

Both of them were stunned. Shen Changyi had almost never heard the word "husband" from Li Shanglu's mouth. It was rare, but not completely. Except when Li Shanglu owed someone money, he would say to the other party "Go ask my husband for the money", Li Shanglu would never say these two words.

Li Shanglu stared at him in astonishment, and asked softly, "And then?"

Facing her confused and bewildered expression, Shen Changyi was speechless for a moment. After a long while, he looked away and said calmly, "I will rarely come back. You don't have to wait for me in the future."

After saying that, seeing him turn around and leave, Li Shanglu subconsciously reached out and grabbed his sleeve. A nameless anger rose in his heart, and his tone became heavier, "What do you mean?"

Shen Changyi lowered his eyelashes, not looking at her, and only repeated calmly in a low voice, "I will rarely come back, but I will still send you money every month. If you need anything, just write to me."

"Oh."

Li Shanglu sneered, staring at him intently. He slowly approached him, his eyes scanning him meticulously, "Why don't you just write me a letter of divorce so you can be happier with that woman outside?"

Shen Changyi frowned slightly, and finally turned his gaze towards her, "I didn't."

What Li Shanglu hated most was this look of his, as if he was always innocent and had nothing to do with anything dirty or filthy. She didn't believe that Shen Changyi was really innocent, otherwise why would he never touch her in three years of marriage?

If he wasn't thinking of someone else or wasn't interested in her, she couldn't find a third reason. She even felt that the former was more likely. After all, he was a popular immortal in the sect. There might be many female disciples who had a crush on him. How could he resist the temptation?

Men always say one thing and mean another.

"No?" Li Shanglu looked at him coldly, his dissatisfaction growing even stronger. "Then stay. I cooked for you today, but the food is cold now. Go heat it up yourself."

Hearing her words, a layer of coldness gradually covered the bottom of Shen Changyi's eyes. He took a half step back and said in a softer voice, "No, I'm leaving now. Take care of yourself."

He said a lot today, but every word could easily arouse Li Shanglu's anger.

"I'll say this one last time," Li Shanglu took a deep breath and pointed inside the house. "Go in and eat immediately. If you insist on leaving, never come back. I'll consider you dead and marry someone else tomorrow!"

This was the only thing she could think of that could threaten Shen Changyi. Shen Changyi was now a well-known figure after all. If he really dared to divorce his wife, she would rush to the so-called holy land of the sect and tell everyone in a loud voice that Shen Changyi had abandoned her, his humble wife.

Sure enough, after a stalemate of half a minute, Shen Changyi let out a barely perceptible sigh. Her words had worked, though it wasn't clear if it was for the reason she'd imagined.

He asked softly, "Who are you going to marry again?"

Li Shanglu opened his eyes wide and stared at him in disbelief. "What do you mean? Do you think that no one will pursue me after I marry you? Shen Changyi, there are so many people who like me."

Chen Changyi lowered his eyes to look at her and said calmly, "The son of a hunter in the village? He's still young and cowardly, so he's not suitable for you. Or is it Mr. Zhao from the city? He's boastful and has a bad temper. You'll be wronged if you marry him."

...Who are they talking about?

Li Shanglu didn't think of any of them at all. She just felt that Shen Changyi was provoking her, as if everyone who liked her was not that good.

"Stop meddling in other people's business," Li Shanglu said patiently, suppressing his irritation. "Come in and eat, hurry up."

Shen Changyi shook his head and said softly, "If you can really find it..."

He paused, as if choking, and after a moment's pause he continued, "If you can really find someone you like and who's right for you, I'll write a letter of divorce."

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Shanglu felt as if he was struck by lightning from head to toe, and the blood in his body turned cold.

He finally said it, the letter of divorce.

Shen Changyi really doesn't like her, otherwise how could he really be willing to let her marry someone else?

Why? Don't even think about getting rid of her.

"Dream on, Shen Changyi," Li Shanglu said, his anger turning into laughter. He stepped forward and grabbed his collar, not caring about whether he was a true immortal or the leader of a sect, and dragged him into the house. "I've suffered half my life following you, and now you want to abandon me? Forget it, get out of here!"

She dragged him into the house with extreme brute force, pushed him to the table, and said, "Sit down."

Shen Changyi was held down by her and had to sit down.

Although she could easily break free with her limited strength, she knew that the other party would never struggle or resist in her hands.

Li Shanglu threw the chopsticks in front of him and said bluntly, "Eat."

The dishes on the table were already cold, but thankfully, the mountain was cool and the air was flowing, so at least they hadn't spoiled. The presentation was meticulous: red and green bean jelly cakes were shaped like plum blossoms, adorned with emerald lotus leaves. Stir-fried bamboo shoots and mushrooms were light and bright, garnished with a touch of fermented black beans and scallions. The leeks and shredded pork were distinct, each strand distinct. Though completely cold, the aroma remained. There was also rice and meatball soup.

Li Shanglu had never cooked a meal with such care, and she herself couldn't bear to eat it. If Shen Changyi dared to leave a bite, she would definitely beat him.

At the table, Shen Changyi looked at the food he usually enjoyed, and suddenly raised his eyes to look at Li Shanglu, "You just said that you have had a hard life in the past half of your life."

"What else can I do?" Li Shanglu thought he was stalling because he didn't want to eat. He pinched his forehead and reached out to pull open the shutter in front of the window. "Look for yourself, the window has been broken for three days. It rained this morning and the house was wet. I don't know how to fix it, and you're not here. How can I live like this..."

Hearing this, Shen Changyi froze in his tracks. He raised his head and stared blankly at the window soaked with dew.

The rain has stopped, but the water marks linger for a long time and it will be cold at night.

After a long moment, he lowered his eyes in silence and whispered, "You should have told me earlier."

Li Shanglu folded his arms and glared at him coldly, saying with resentment, "What's the point of telling you? I wrote you a letter three days ago, and your apprentice replied, saying you were out exorcising demons again. I can't even send the letter to you now, so it's better for me to figure it out on my own than to tell you."

Thinking of his good disciple, Li Shanglu's heart began to ache again.

Hearing her words, Shen Changyi paused. He suddenly raised his hand slowly and picked up the chopsticks on the table. "Sorry."

He picked up a piece of bamboo shoot with the tip of his chopsticks and put it in his mouth, but he had no taste for it.

"I need to take care of myself when I'm gone."

Li Shanglu replaced the baffle on the window and said without turning his head, "It's up to you to decide."

"The divorce letter has been placed under the inkstone on my desk."

"?" Li Shanglu suddenly turned around and clenched his fists when he heard him bring up the matter again. "Are you not done yet?"

Shen Changyi said softly, "Originally, I planned that if I died unexpectedly outside, you might find me while sorting through my belongings, and then you could remarry."

Li Shanglu suddenly began to miss the quiet Chen Changyi of the past. Why was he talking so much nonsense today? She simply buried her head in tidying up the windows and ignored him.

After the window baffle was repaired, Li Shanglu went to make the bed. She and Shen Changyi did not sleep in the same room. Except for the day of their wedding, Shen Changyi always slept in the side room.

Logically speaking, these tasks should be done by Shen Changyi, but Li Shanglu felt that she still had to please him, so that Shen Changyi would at least remember her kindness and gentleness, and maybe there would be some unexpected benefits.

In the side room, Li Shanglu was busy folding the bedding neatly when a calm voice suddenly came from behind him.

"I'm done."

Li Shanglu sat on the bed and looked back at him, "Why, are you waiting for me to wash the dishes?"

"I'm done washing." Shen Changyi walked into the house and closed the door gently.

It was already dark outside the window. Once the door was closed, only the cool moonlight was left pouring in through the small window. The side room was narrow and dim. Shen Changyi was very tall and stood there neither far nor close. There was an inexplicable sense of oppression.

Only then did Li Shanglu realize that the room was too small for him. If he had time, it would be better to expand the room a little.

She was about to get up from the bed when a hand pressed down on her shoulder.

Li Shanglu's eyelids twitched, and he looked up at him, "What's wrong?"

It was a dark and windy night, a man and a woman were alone in a room.

Could it be that... the old-fashioned and stubborn stone has finally come to his senses?

Yes, it is impossible that there is no man who is not interested in his wife. Even if he doesn't like her that much, men use that thing to replace thinking.

She didn't reject Shen Changyi's touch, and she would be thankful if Shen Changyi touched her hand once a year.

However, the other party did not undress her as Li Shanglu expected, but instead held her in his arms.

The light orchid fragrance from the Taoist robe wafted towards him, and he felt as if his whole body was cool. It was quite comfortable to be hugged on such a summer night, but this rare closeness made Li Shanglu's ears red.

She patted Shen Changyi on the back and asked again, "What's wrong?"

Chen Changyi lowered his head, leaned lightly against her neck, and said calmly, "I'm sorry, I really don't know how to make it up to you."

Li Shanglu frowned and turned his head to look at the expression on his face, but saw that he smiled helplessly.

"After I die, take the money and live a good life on your own."

As he finished speaking, the blood color on Li Shanglu's lips gradually faded, and it was as if something exploded in his mind, and the surrounding world turned into a blank.

turn out to be.

He was also reborn.

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