Song Shengsheng felt an inexplicable weirdness.
It’s just, it’s a very strange feeling.
Shen Zhishu looked quite harmless. She looked at her child with gentle eyes, without any threat or aggression.
But inexplicably, Song Shengsheng felt that he didn't really like children.
But yeah.
In the dream, her second child should be Shen Zhishu's.
The eyes look so much like his.
Come to think of it, he probably doesn't hate children.
Shen Zhishu quickly withdrew his hand.
Song Shengsheng came back to her senses and silently hid her son behind her. "Well, he, he is almost five years old."
Shen Zhishu stared at the boy for a long while, then raised his eyes again, smiling: "Shengsheng, he looks a lot like you."
Song Shengsheng felt that Shen Zhishu was lying with his eyes open.
Everyone who has met Fu Cheng says that Fu Luochi and he are cut from the same mold, except for the shape of his eyebrows and eyes, which are somewhat similar to hers.
Shen Zhishu was the first person to say that her son looked like her.
Song Shengsheng couldn't refute him, so she replied stiffly, "Really? Maybe they are a little similar."
Shen Zhishu stared at the child's features for a long time. She really looked like Song Shengsheng. She was also so smart, gentle and lovely when she was a child.
Except for the eyebrows and eyes, other parts are indeed not very similar.
Fu Cheng's shadow is everywhere, which is really not very pleasing.
Shen Zhishu knew that Fu Cheng was no longer in Ningcheng. The troops got on the train and many people came to see them off.
He looked at Shengsheng and said, "Are you here to buy coal too?"
Song Shengsheng nodded: "The coal at home was soaked by the rain."
Shen Zhishu didn't say anything and helped her transport the coal back.
Song Shengsheng did save a lot of trouble, but he also knew that this was not a good thing.
Neighbors on the street would quietly stick their heads out to watch the excitement. Since they were not related to him, his attentiveness seemed a little unclear in their eyes.
Captain Fu has only been gone for a few days.
Song Shengsheng couldn't help it.
It is true that one can change the country but cannot change one's nature.
Song Shengsheng invited Shen Zhishu into the house and poured him a glass of cold water.
She dawdled and waited for him to leave, but Shen Zhishu was in no hurry to leave this time. The man drank a few sips of cold water, then raised his eyes and looked at her steadily, his eyes sincere and honest: "Shengsheng, are you avoiding me?"
Song Shengsheng felt guilty when asked this question.
That's her!
She is not divorced yet and is still Fu Cheng's wife. If she doesn't keep a distance from him, won't people gossip about her?
Song Shengsheng rolled his eyes and thought of an excuse: "I... I'm afraid of being gossiped about. My reputation is fine, but I can't implicate you."
"It would be bad if others misunderstood you."
When Shen Zhishu heard this, he sighed slightly in his heart.
The last time she came to Yangcheng, she went straight to his school. You could see that she was very scared and timid. The first time she went out alone, she looked timid when she found the classroom door.
As soon as I saw him, I started complaining.
Fewer tears fell.
Crying and sobbing.
She trusted him completely and even said that she wanted to divorce Fu Cheng and follow him.
Now, less than three months had passed, and she no longer had the trust she had back then, and was even deliberately distancing herself from him.
Whether your feelings are strong or weak, you can’t pretend.
Especially her, her acting was very clumsy.
Shen Zhishu didn't know what happened during this period, but she was no longer Song Shengsheng, who could be coaxed by a few tender and moving letters and some money.
Shen Zhishu certainly knew that she deserved better.
Even he, with his dark heart, couldn't help but want to present the bright and beautiful treasure to her.
But he is still too weak now.
"Shengsheng, I treat you as my sister and you treat me as your brother. We have a clear conscience and don't need to worry about what others say."
"Next time someone talks nonsense, tell me and I will explain it."
"I would be really sad if you distanced yourself from me because of what others said."
Song Shengsheng listened to his words, feeling somewhat doubtful.
Does he really treat her as his sister now? Then why did he marry her and have a child with her?
How could a brother marry his younger sister?
If she were still the same person as before, she might have been fooled.
But she is smarter now.
I know I can’t trust it all.
Song Shengsheng doesn't want to get too close to Shen Zhishu yet. Seeing him reminds her of the feared Mr. Shen in her dreams, with his bland and cold face in the news media.
Shen Zhishu didn't want to scare her.
I know she is timid and has a bad temper.
She doesn't like to hear harsh words.
If you try to teach her how to do something, she becomes very rebellious.
She is more like a cat that is difficult to raise. You can't treat her fur the same way or the wrong way.
You have to strike the right balance in the middle.
"Last time in Yangcheng, you said that you didn't have enough money." Shen Zhishu took out another two hundred yuan, which was part of the royalties for writing books for his teacher. He handed the money over and said, "Spend it. Tell me if you don't have enough."
Song Shengsheng had long forgotten what nonsense he had said to him that day.
She didn't dare to take the money. It was the first time she felt the heat on her hands.
She was afraid that Fu Cheng would find out, but she also felt that Shen Zhishu would take it back from her sooner or later.
She waved her hands and said, "You need money yourself, so keep it. I don't need it now. Fu Cheng gives me my monthly salary."
Shen Zhishu was a little surprised.
He thought he had seen through all her bad qualities: greed, arrogance, laziness, and her desire to get something for nothing.
These traits are not good.
But in his eyes, they are all lovely and make her better.
Shen Zhishu nurtured all her shortcomings and the bad qualities in her bones, so no one else could tolerate it except him.
Fucheng is an exception.
Now, Song Shengsheng's refusal is also an exception.
According to her personality, she should have accepted it reluctantly.
Shen Zhishu pursed his lips and said, "I have more. You keep these."
Song Shengsheng: ???
He actually left money for himself!
Can you get richer by studying at a university? It seems that her idea of studying hard for the college entrance examination is right.
"I don't want it. I can't take your money. Brother Zhishu, I can earn money now. More than 20 yuan a month, plus Fu Cheng's salary, it's really enough to spend."
This was the third time Shen Zhishu heard Fu Cheng's name from her today.
In the past, she always gritted her teeth and called Fu Cheng "that person", or "that inhuman big ice block".
Shen Zhishu remained calm and asked, "Shengsheng, do you like him now?"
Song Shengsheng understood and nodded: "I like it, right?"
Shen Zhishu drooped his eyelids, his expression uncertain, and his indistinguishable emotions were hidden in his obscure expression.
After a while, he smiled at her and said, "I see."
"Sound."
She was nervous: "Hmm?"
Shen Zhishu said, "Brother is happy for you."
He calmly buried his ugly jealousy and resentment in his heart.
As time goes by, she will give him what she gave to Fu Cheng.
Whether you like it or not.
Still a child.
*
A day and night train.
Fu Cheng had already reached the southern province, and the sound of artillery fire could be heard in the distance.
There happened to be a ceasefire these days.
They were able to take a short rest, and when the war started again, they would continue to charge and capture the enemy camp.
You can still hear the cicadas chirping here in the summer.
There are many mosquitoes at night.
Many soldiers couldn't sleep. They were nervous, excited, and secretly a little scared.
Fu Cheng sat leaning against the haystack, not feeling sleepy at all.
He held a photo in his hand.
Take it out and look at it over and over again.
Song Shengsheng in the photo has a sweet smile.
"Captain, where is the photo of my sister-in-law in your hand?"
I couldn't help but ask because I was itching to do so.
Fu Cheng put the photo away carefully and placed it in the chest pocket of his shirt. He said, "Yes, my wife."
"Captain, you keep staring at the photos. It's only been two days since we last met, and you can't help it?"
The young soldier is not married yet, let alone has no partner, so he doesn't quite understand.
Fu Cheng smiled, a little lazy, and said, "I miss her."
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