Chapter 312 After you die, I will separate you from my body and pretend that we are still together

Li Jingshen stayed in Rongcheng for three days and then went back. The villa that had been burned had been renovated.

The fire spread and the first floor was burned out, but the second floor was okay, some important things were still there. He went upstairs to the bedroom where he and Shen Zhichu had slept before.

He casually rummaged through the cabinets, and everything was in its original place, whether it was the clothes in the closet, the skin care products on the dressing table, or the jewelry in the jewelry cabinet, everything was intact, as if nothing had changed.

He opened a safe and poured out several envelopes. He opened them one by one. They were the letters of guarantee he had written during the time when Shen Zhichu lost his memory.

——"I, Li Jingshen, will never be a jealous husband. I won't be jealous or mean all the time. I will give my wife freedom, respect her, cherish her, trust her, love her and spoil her for the rest of her life. I, Li Jingshen, will be generous and magnanimous in the future. If I do that again, I will be a dog."

Li Jingshen held the envelope tightly in his hand, pressing it against his chest. The letters of guarantee were so cold that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't warm them up.

How bad is his memory? He swore in front of Shen Zhichu that he would treat her well and signed so many letters of guarantee. How could he suddenly forget it?

"I'm a dog! I'm not worthy of being a human being!" Li Jingshen raised his hand and slapped himself hard, calling himself a dog while hitting himself.

The only sounds in the quiet bedroom were his screaming and cursing.

These letters of guarantee he had written with his own hand were like opening the floodgates, and sadness gushed out like a flood.

Li Jingshen got up and found the toolbox, took out a pair of pliers, pinched his nails and bent them upwards with force, and the nails broke and fell off, causing blood and pain.

Li Jingshen seemed to feel no pain and quickly aimed at another finger. His right hand, which was holding the pliers, was shaking.

It was really stupid and cheap for a grown man to hurt himself when encountering problems, but he had no other choice. Without Shen Zhichu, everything was meaningless.

He pulled out all the nails on his left hand, and the pliers were covered in blood. He threw them away and took out a knife, stabbing it into his legs again and again, until his pants were stained red with blood.

It’s not enough… This is far from enough. He wants to taste the pain that Chen Zhichu suffered in her life and the pain of the wounds she left behind in her life, and wants to punish himself with this, but he knows clearly that this is far from enough, and may not even be one ten-thousandth of hers.

There was a surveillance camera installed in the room. Zhao Qian couldn't stay by Li Jingshen's side all the time and could only use the surveillance camera to check his movements.

Sure enough... he had only rested for a short while when Li Jingshen went crazy again.

Zhao Qian moved to this villa and saw Li Jingshen hurting himself, so he broke into Li Jingshen's room with the key.

Old Master Li secretly instructed him to stimulate Li Jingshen at the appropriate time and let him live well.

Now Li Jingshen looked like a ghost, neither human nor ghost, as if he didn't care about anything. Zhao Qian didn't know what to say to irritate him.

When Zhao Qian saw the bloody wounds on his legs, he suddenly felt a headache. After giving him simple treatment, he immediately took him to the hospital.

How to stimulate Li Jingshen? The only way is to use Shen Zhichu.

Arriving at the hospital, Zhao Qian stood by and watched the doctor treat his wounds. He said earnestly, "Boss Li, she wants you to live well and live to old age, not to hurt yourself like this."

Li Jingshen didn't even blink when he sprayed alcohol-iodine on the wound, but when he heard Zhao Qian mention Shen Zhichu, he woke up with a nose full of pain.

"She is punishing me." She knew how painful it would be for me to lose her and how my life would be worse than death, but she wanted me to live until I died of old age.

Li Jingshen looked around blankly, an ugly smile pulled at the corner of his mouth, but as he smiled, tears streamed down his face: "How do you think I can make her happy?"

Zhao Qian answered him hoarsely: "You have to live well."

An indescribable pain fiercely invaded Li Jingshen's body. His expression was dull, but his red eyes were like two black holes, with water constantly overflowing from them, wetting the ground.

"Okay, I'm alive... As she wished, don't worry, I will live to old age, and I won't let anything happen to me..." He said this to Zhao Qian, to himself, and to remind the dead Shen Zhichu.

But when will he get old?

…

There was a childbirth experience device in the hospital. When Li Jingshen passed by, he found that many men went to experience it.

Li Jingshen thought of the big words he said in the hospital when Shen Zhichu lost her first child.

At that time, Su Miao asked him to go to the delivery experience machine to experience the pain of a woman's pregnancy. He was dismissive at the time and even thought that he was sick to try the experience of a woman giving birth.

Li Jingshen had unknowingly lined up and heard a man's screams of pain in his ears.

He stared numbly at a man on the ride. The man, who had been smiling at first, was twitching in pain in his chair before he even reached level seven, shouting, "No, stop!"

After the machine stopped, he was already covered in cold sweat. He left in embarrassment with his face pale, holding his stomach.

This discouraged many people who wanted to experience the pain of childbirth. Most of the people in front of Li Jingshen were there to watch the fun. Seeing how painful it was for those who were going to experience it, they gave up the idea and stepped back and scattered.

Only Li Jingshen sat on it directly. The staff beside him plugged in the power and repeatedly asked him, "Are you ready?"

Li Jingshen nodded. There are twelve levels of labor pain. The first six levels are fine, but it gets more painful as time goes on. The tubes attached to the belly and waist carry an electric current into the abdomen, and the pain gets worse as time goes on. It's like a knife twisting inside, crushing the internal organs into pieces.

Seeing the man close his eyes and frown, the staff member asked carefully, "Are you okay, sir?"

"Adjust to level 12." Li Jingshen gripped the armrest tightly, veins popping out on the back of his hand. He had been experiencing level 12, as if he had stepped into the door of death. At this moment, he truly understood what it meant to be heartbroken and inconsolable.

He leaned forward, opened his mouth and cried silently, tears sliding down his cheeks into his mouth like the juice of coptis chinensis.

The staff was startled and quickly turned off the machine.

Few people can reach level 12 in childbirth experience, let alone persist for so long.

"Are you okay, sir? Do you want me to call a doctor for you?"

Li Jingshen opened his hazy eyes, smiled and cried: "So... she was in so much pain that she didn't want to hold on..."

…

"What is uncle doing? Why is he crying so sadly?" A little boy held his mother's hand and pointed over there curiously.

His voice was so loud that it reached Li Jingshen's ears through the crowd.

The woman quickly squatted down, grabbed her son's hand with one hand, and gently covered his mouth with the other hand, explaining: "Uncle is experiencing the pain that only girls can feel."

The boy asked in confusion, "Can a girl feel so much pain?"

"Yes, that's why I hope girls can be treated well in this world. Son, when you grow up and meet someone you like, you must protect and treat her well, and hold on tightly, because not everyone is lucky enough to be with the one they love forever."

Li Jingshen suddenly bent his waist and leaned on the armrest of the delivery experience machine. He was so sad that he cried and retched. The gauze on the five fingers of his left hand was stained red with blood, which also made his eyelids red.

When you meet someone you like, hold on to them tightly, otherwise you may not be so lucky next time.

——He failed to hold on to Shen Zhichu.

I heard that nine out of ten love stories are filled with sorrow, nine out of ten promises are made out of lies, and that in the end, one person is always waiting for someone who never returns.

The old man said that if you dream three times, it means that your fate with that person is over, so Shen Zhichu is the person he wants to dream about but dares not to dream about.

Li Jingshen's stomach problems became more and more serious, sometimes so serious that he couldn't sleep. He curled up on the cold bed, and his rigorous brain became cloudy.

He covered his dull aching stomach, vaguely reached for the other side of the bed, and murmured incoherently: "Zhichu, do you have a stomachache? Let me warm your stomach..."

Li Jing deeply loved Shen Zhichu. After Shen Zhichu died, his body split into two, and one of his spirits became her, as if they were still together.

…

There is an article online about the understanding of "death", which says that people die three times.

The first time was when she breathed her last and biologically died.

The second time was when she was buried, people came to her funeral, remembered her life, and she died in society.

The third time was when the last person who remembered her forgot her, and that was when she was truly dead.

Shen Zhichu had died twice already. She didn't know when she would die for the third time. She was floating in mid-air...