Chapter 18 After the rain, she avoided his touch.
On her twelfth birthday, Chen Aoshuang brought a little boy of her age home, saying he would be her future playmate.
He was the first and last friend she made.
Chen Cheng was very happy to have a playmate. They went home together after school every day. After the interest class in the evening, she would run along the long cobblestone path to the farm to find him.
He didn't mind her being quiet, and he rarely spoke either. They did many interesting things together.
Puzzles, building blocks, hopping on the grid, coloring books...
One day, she asked him expectantly if they wanted to go to the amusement park together on the weekend. He raised his head from his desk and said to her calmly, "Chen Cheng, I'm going back to my hometown with my mother. I don't need to play with you anymore."
She asked him if she could go to the amusement park before leaving.
They agreed to ride the Ferris wheel and the merry-go-round together.
For the first time, he showed an impatient expression and said, "Because of you, I was isolated and laughed at by my classmates at school. They were obviously afraid of you because you are dumb. Why should I bear it for you? If my wife hadn't given us money, my father would have been hospitalized and needed surgery. I wouldn't have wanted to go to school with you at all."
Chen Cheng was shocked, and the pen fell from his hand and rolled to the door.
His words echoed in her mind again and again.
If it wasn't for the money, he wouldn't play with her, and there would be no need for him to endure campus bullying at school.
If he was unwilling, he could have made it clear earlier, why did he lie to her?
"I can't stand it anymore."
Maybe she was going to leave and no longer needed to worry about him. He complained about the suffering she had gone through. Every time he saw her suffer because of her aphasia, he took pleasure in it and supported her.
Chen Cheng cried, but no one heard her cry.
After that, she no longer longed for friends, nor did she dare to easily believe that anyone would treat her well. They were afraid of her because she couldn't speak and thought she was a monster.
She no longer needs friends. Staying with Chen Aoshuang, being controlled is better than being deceived.
Just when she thought Song Jili was different, he gave her a blow.
As I silently repeated his words, my hands and feet became cold, and the thin, cold air I exhaled into my lungs caused a sharp pain.
Chen Cheng lowered his head, leaned against the stool, and just wanted to hide.
"Chengcheng?" Song Jili noticed her subtle emotional changes.
Thinking she was feeling unwell, Song Jili reached out to help her, but she raised her hand and knocked it away.
Chen Cheng's action was completely subconscious, and he hurriedly used sign language: I'm sorry... I'm a little carsick. I'm sorry, I want to be quiet for a while.
Her gestures were chaotic, reflecting her extremely confused mood.
Song Jili was worried about irritating her, so he stopped talking, kept his distance and stopped approaching her.
The car stopped, Chen Cheng opened the door, walked in front, and deliberately walked quickly.
Now she couldn't get too close to Song Jili. The suspicion and fear in her heart kept popping up and were about to devour her sanity.
Song Jili deliberately kept a distance of one meter and followed her slowly.
Maybe... the fact that she secretly knew sign language made her unhappy?
But her reaction was more like stress.
Has anything bad happened in the past?
After arriving home, Chen Cheng hid in the studio.
She didn't know where else to go, and was afraid that Song Jili would notice her abnormality.
The lights in the house were not on. She sat by the window, staring blankly at the lights of thousands of homes outside.
She gradually calmed down and felt that she shouldn't get emotional. Thinking back to her bad performance on the road, would it make Song Jili unhappy?
What if he is unhappy, will he kick her out?
Then do you want to go back to your third brother and his wife’s house?
Will the third brother and his wife still let her into the house?
If the Shen family knew that she made Song Jili unhappy, would they be angry?
Can the cooperation between the two companies continue?
Will the Shen family be targeted?
In an instant, a bunch of questions crowded into my mind.
The more she thought about it, the more frightened she became, and the more helpless she felt.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door.
Chen Cheng straightened his back like a cat with its fur standing on end, staring at the door.
"Chengzi, can I go in?" Song Jili asked.
Chen Cheng wiped his face hastily, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and pretended nothing had happened.
She didn't want to implicate the Shen family because of her own problems.
I don't want to be hated and abandoned by him because of a small matter.
Then...she really had nowhere to go.
Song Jili pushed open the door and saw that the room was dark, frowning slightly.
Chen Cheng sat on the windowsill in a daze, avoiding his sight.
"It's getting late." Song Jili said outside the door without stepping into her space.
Chen Cheng nodded, stood up, walked around him and went to the bedroom.
He took a shower and washed up very obediently, then lay down on the bed on her side, but tonight he had his back to him.
Song Jili lay down with the light dimmed, looking at her thin figure. The moonlight coming in from the window made her feel more lonely.
He knew that if he didn't say something, she would shrink into her thin shell again and close her heart.
"Are you angry because I hid the fact that you know sign language?" Song Jili asked.
Chen Cheng paused visibly.
It seems that you have guessed the main point.
Chen Cheng turned around, looked at him for a long time, and shook his head.
An answer that goes against your heart.
"You have reason to be angry." Song Jili reached out his hand, but she pulled back with a small movement to evade him. His hand froze in mid-air and he did not continue.
Chen Cheng gestured: I'm sleepy, I'm going to sleep first, you have a good rest.
She didn't want to talk to him, and she didn't dare to force him. He curled his lips and smiled faintly: "Well, good night."
Chen Cheng lay back in the quilt again, buried his head, and licked the wound in his heart alone.
I dare not say more, for fear that I might say something wrong.
Just like Chen Aoshuang taught him, if he didn't resist and accepted everything, and tried to please his master, he could continue to live.
Chen Cheng did not sleep all night until Song Jili got up for morning exercise. She then took a short nap for half an hour and then got up to help him choose clothes for the day.
She used the excuse of skipping breakfast because she didn't want to sit face to face with Song Jili at the dining table.
She couldn't run away every time, but she still couldn't sort out all her feelings, at least not today.
Song Jili really wanted to grab Chen Cheng and ask her about the doubts in his heart, but he was afraid that she would really hide in her shell and never come out. He could only respect her thoughts, give her enough private space and not disturb her.
After the house quieted down, Song Jili went to the company.
Chen Cheng curled up in a rocking chair in front of the French window. He had no interest in doing anything and slept soundly. He woke up several times during the sleep, which caused his head to feel heavy and his limbs to feel sore and weak.
There is a strange city outside the window, and she is like a lonely tower by the river, all alone.
When her aunt came home to cook dinner, Chen Cheng hid in her bedroom, staying alone in the house.
Song Jili had an appointment in the evening, so he called and said he would not be back, and asked her to eat on time.
I called the home landline and my aunt answered.
After Chen Cheng learned about it, he didn't show much expression. He nodded woodenly, sat down at the dining table, and reluctantly ate half a bowl of rice.
Late at night, I felt dizzy.
After taking a shower, she hugged the toilet and vomited everything. The stomach acid refluxed and her body felt like it was burning. She was so uncomfortable that she cried.
For three consecutive days, Song Jili only came back after she fell asleep and left before dawn.
Assistant Jiang said he was on a business trip to a nearby city recently.
"Actually..." Assistant Jiang wanted to say that it was because he was worried about you, ma'am, that your husband traveled back and forth between the two cities every day.
But Song Jili reminded him not to talk too much in front of Chen Cheng.
Chen Cheng's symptoms of heavy head and light feet became more and more obvious, and he had no energy to ask Assistant Jiang what he wanted to say.
After she rejected Liang Yanling's invitation for the third time, she rushed to the door, carrying two large bags of snacks, and rudely occupied the living room.
Chen Cheng, wearing pajamas and a velvet gown, dragged his heavy body out of the bedroom, looking surprised, as if asking you why you were here.
"Xiao Cheng, don't you want to play with me?"
"It's their business if they quarrel. It has nothing to do with us. We can't let them affect our relationship!"
If Liang Yanling hadn't been eating potato chips and yelling, Chen Cheng would have really thought that she had come to her house in person to ask for an explanation.
Chen Cheng sat down on the sofa, took out his phone from his pocket, and typed, "I just don't feel well. I didn't mean to reject you."
Liang Yanling put down her snacks, walked up to Chen Cheng, and asked worriedly, "Why do you suddenly feel unwell? Do you have a cold or a fever?"
Chen Cheng: "Nothing, I just don't feel well."
"Could it be that I was infected with bad luck by this unlucky thing Song Yeran?" Liang Yanling did not waste any time on herself and pushed all the blame away.
Chen Cheng smiled faintly, his face was pale, and it looked more like he was crying.
"Didn't you get enough rest?" Liang Yanling held Chen Cheng's hand. She felt so cold that she immediately wrapped herself in clothes. "You must have caught a cold."
Chen Cheng withdrew his hand and typed in his memo: "I guess I haven't adapted to Jiangdu's weather yet."
"I'm so sorry for you. The winter in Jiangdu is very different from that in northern Beijing. If you are not careful, you can easily get seriously ill." Liang Yanling felt a little sympathetic towards Chen Cheng.
It was also an arranged marriage, but she could run back home to see her parents when she was unhappy, while if Chen Cheng missed home, he had to take a three-hour flight to see his family.
Liang Yanling and Chen Cheng left after dinner. They were about to start rehearsing a new play. She lived in a community near the Provincial Theater, which was a bit far and it was not convenient for her to stay any longer. They agreed to go out together next time they were on vacation.
After taking a shower, Chen Cheng fell on the bed. The back of his head hurt so much and he was sleepy but couldn't fall asleep.
She couldn't bear it any longer and wanted to go to the hospital, but she didn't know if there was one near the community.
She took her ID and wallet, walked to the entrance, put her hand on the door handle, and stopped.
I don't have the courage to open this door.
What should she do after catching the taxi?
Once she arrives at the hospital, in the middle of the night in the emergency room, will there be doctors and nurses waiting for her to slowly type out her physical condition?
Chen Cheng retreated to the center of the living room and looked around. The unfamiliar city and environment made her feel helpless, but she didn't know who to turn to.
She couldn't bear the pain any more, so she took an ibuprofen and lay back in bed.
Let’s wait until tomorrow. Assistant Jiang and Auntie will be here tomorrow, so it won’t be too late to tell them.
The effect of the medicine allowed her to sleep longer and the pain was gone.
Late at night, she opened her eyes in a daze and felt someone beside her. She had no strength to get up and even had difficulty lifting her eyelids.
Chen Cheng vomited several times in pain. The person next to her noticed it, turned around, reached out to touch her forehead, cheeks, ears, and sensitive neck, and finally lifted the quilt and picked her up like a princess.
She had no strength to resist and fell into his arms.
There is a familiar cold scent at the tip of my nose.
It’s Song Jili.
He said, "Do you feel uncomfortable? Go to the hospital now and hold on for a while."
After a few days of stalemate, she didn't know how to face him. She was always afraid of being driven away by him, so she didn't dare to disturb him and stayed there quietly.
But his tone was so gentle and his embrace was so warm.
She couldn't help but get closer.
If you want to be disliked by him, then wait until she wakes up and face her.
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