Chapter 67: Letter to My Wife
My dear wife, by the time you see this letter, I will have passed away long ago.
Today, I pick up the pen again with my sick body to write my final farewell.
My dear, life and death are partings, and this is the norm in life. Life is so short, and it is a great blessing to have met you and to be with you forever.
If I had to spend the rest of my life with you in my twilight years and a broken body, even though you'd say you had no regrets, you'd often wake up in the middle of the night in tears. I'd rather you hated and resented me than see you suffer like this for me.
You know me, I have a strong character and I am shy.
We met when we were young and have supported each other until today. A day as husband and wife is a hundred days of grace. You gave birth to my children and I owe you something. If I can't repay you in this life, I will repay you double in the next.
If there is an afterlife, would you be willing to marry me and continue our old relationship?
I am already a dying man, but I still have this empty fantasy. That's all.
My dear, my life is not over yet, but I have lost the strength to live. My only hope is to open my eyes and see your face every day.
I know that after I leave, you will stare at this painting, "Spring Mountain with Birds on Branches," and stay awake all night, feeling depressed and unhappy. So I left this letter to my wife behind the painting.
I know you have a strong character and good qualities. Living alone for the rest of your life will be a torment for you.
My dear, just think of it as being for my sake and hold on a little longer, okay?
When Bochen brought this painting to my bedside, the time when we first met decades ago came to my mind.
When the mountain flowers were in full bloom, you, wearing a floral dress and with a beautiful face full of girlish innocence, stood in front of me and asked my name.
You despise my old-fashioned and cold appearance, and I dislike you for not having any ladylike manners.
Later I learned that you were dissatisfied with the matchmaker's words and your parents' orders, and were unwilling to marry me at first.
But I fell in love with you at first sight, and I decided at first sight that I would marry no one but you in this life!
I started creating chance encounters, coincidences, and dates, using every possible means to trick you into becoming my wife. Since then, I have kept these things a secret from you, never letting you know a single detail.
Will you blame me when you know the truth? But you are already my wife, so you can't regret it.
They have been together for many years and have grown old together. It is really a pity that the ending is so hasty.
I'm timid, so I used potion as ink, not wanting you to read these last words too soon. I told Bochen that if you decide to commit suicide after I'm gone, or if you can't hold on any longer, then tell him about this book.
This letter contains less than a thousand words, but my hand trembles as I pick up the pen, and tears stream down my face the moment I put pen to paper. I wonder if my sentiments, though short, have reached your heart.
When my life is over, I can only swear by the happiness of my next life.
I wish my wife a long and healthy life.
Second, I wish my wife will always smile and have no regrets.
Thirdly, I wish my wife would abandon me and never think of me for the rest of her life.
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Shi Huai initially thought that her grandfather had written a short paragraph to her grandmother, but when she had completely repaired it, she realized it was a letter to his wife.
Having solved a big worry for his grandma, Shi Huai was in a very excited mood and not feeling sleepy at all.
After the restoration, she took photos and lay on the bed to repeatedly look at the letter to her wife that occupied the entire page behind the painting.
Unexpectedly, grandpa had specially kept a trick and didn't let grandma know about the letter to his wife in advance. He anticipated that grandma would not be able to hold on one day sooner or later, and knew that she would most likely commit suicide for love and end her life, so he used this letter to his wife as his last trump card.
Shi Huai sniffed, thinking of Zhou Jibai, who had undergone a high-level amputation in his previous life and spent his days lying in bed, staring out the window at the scenery, motionless. He was emaciated and lifeless, like a living dead being, his soul devoured, leaving only his body.
Zhou Jibai has an unruly and proud character. He must have lived a life worse than death like his grandfather in his previous life.
Tears as big as beans welled up in Shi Huai's eyes, her nose was red and she couldn't help sobbing softly.
Just at this moment, the bathroom door opened.
Zhou Jibai walked out slowly in black silk pajamas. When he saw the girl sitting on the bed with red eyes and nose, he frowned slightly: "What's wrong?"
Shi Huai saw Zhou Jibai coming out and quickly wiped the tears from his eyes, "I'm reading the letter to his wife that grandpa left for grandma."
As he said that, he took out his cell phone and handed it over.
Zhou Jibai slowly walked to the bedside and sat down, taking the phone from Shi Huai. Perhaps because the words in the book about his wife and him were mixed with so much tear-jerking emotion, he quickly finished reading it.
After reading it, he suddenly stretched out his long arms and hugged Shi Huai into his arms: "You have worked hard these days."
Shi Huai shook his head and leaned closer to his chest: "It's not hard. I'm very, very happy to be able to help you."
This is the karmic debt she owed in her previous life, and she is willing to pay it back without any complaints or complaints.
In order to make her feel more comfortable in his arms, Zhou Jibai moved his back towards the head of the bed behind him.
With his back leaning against the headboard, Zhou Jibai hissed in pain.
Shi Huai immediately became nervous: "What's wrong?"
"fine."
Shi Huai frowned in disbelief, and stood up from his arms, looking at him with round eyes, determined to get to the bottom of it: "Hurry up and tell me."
Facing Shi Huai's unyielding tone, Zhou Jibai let out a long breath, his eyes dodging: "It's really okay."
Shi Huai pushed him away with a look of disbelief.
Just now, Zhou Jibai leaned against the headboard and suddenly felt a pain. He must have injured his back.
Following his own guess, Shi Huai didn't even say hello to Zhou Jibai and directly reached behind him to lift up his pajamas.
"Turn around and let me see." Shi Huai said.
Zhou Jibai remained unmoved, only raised his eyebrows and chuckled: "So domineering?"
Shi Huai: "Will you turn around?"
Seeing Shi Huai's insistence on doing so, Zhou Jibai knew she would definitely get angry if he didn't do as he was told. It's not appropriate to get angry during pregnancy, so he had no choice but to accommodate her.
As he turned around, Shi Huai was exposed to the shocking red marks. The marks left by the beating with the stick had even turned into purple bruises, which showed how horrific the situation was.
In an instant, the heat mist once again filled Shi Huai's eyes, "Why didn't you tell me that you were injured here?"
Zhou Jibai had his back to her. When he heard her sobbing, he glanced at her sideways. "It's not your fault. I deserve the punishment. I've already given you a beating, and the matter has been resolved. Don't cry."
The more he forgave himself, the more uncomfortable Shi Huai felt.
She even had a paranoid thought in her heart that even if Zhou Jibai scolded her twice in anger, it would not matter. His unconditional devotion to her made her feel guilty, and the guilt could not subside for a long time.
What should she use to repay Zhou Jibai for what she owes him?
Shi Huai fought back his tears and got out of bed, "I'll go get the medicine box."
Zhou Jibai didn't stop him.
Soon, Shi Huai brought the medicine box over.
She asked Zhou Jibai to lie on the bed and applied the medicine to him personally.
Zhou Jibai smeared the cool ointment onto the wound. He remained silent, letting the person behind him apply it delicately and gently. Suddenly, one drop, two drops, of hot tears melted into the ointment on his back, and the hand applying the ointment began to tremble slightly.
How could Zhou Jibai have the mood to enjoy himself when she was crying behind him?
He wanted to turn around and look at her, but Shi Huai stopped him. "Just, just a little bit, just a little bit to apply it."
Zhou Jibai muttered in his heart: "This is not applying medicine to me, it's clearly cutting my heart with a knife."
It wasn't until Shi Huai's hand climbed onto the elastic waistband of his pajamas and his fingertips touched his vertebrae that Zhou Jibai's body trembled sensitively.
"You want to take advantage of me?" Zhou Jibai chuckled.
Shi Huai ignored him, his eyes fixed on the tattoo on Zhou Jibai's waist.
She never knew that Zhou Jibai had a tattoo!
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