Chapter 172 Sheng Ting falls ill

Chu Shuang exhaled, "Even my moving into the Sheng family's old house was your secret operation?"

Sheng Ting: "That's not the case. I didn't know you knew Sheng Yao. When I saw you at the old house, I felt something was amiss."

The man seemed a little drunk again, and spoke with a nasal voice, "Now think about it carefully, I have been waiting for you to grow up in the past few years, and I thought I would not disturb your life too late. This is a big mistake. Recently, I often wonder if I had appeared in your life earlier and shared the joys and sorrows with you, would you have been more confident?"

In the northwest, where late spring is transitioning to early summer, the night is peaceful and dark. The few stars in the early morning sky are dazzlingly bright against the inky backdrop.

Chu Shuang looked out the window and suddenly felt that she would remember this night for a long time.

The man's low, hoarse voice continued.

"You don't know how much I love you. I love you so much that my heart aches subconsciously whenever I think of you. I think you are perfect in every way and the best person in the world. I can't get enough of you. I want to give you the best of everything. I just want to see you smile. I am willing to bear all your pain for you."

"Hatsushimo, my baby..."

"How about not getting a divorce? I can't leave you anymore than you can."

Chu Shuang listened to the words one after another. She hadn't recovered from the shock of the previous messages yet. In the blink of an eye, she heard his affectionate confession and suddenly mentioned divorce. Her eyelids twitched.

He thought she wanted a divorce?

She had never thought about these two words before. Just being reminded of them made her heart shudder, and Sheng Ting's feelings would be even more profound.

It turns out that this man who stands tall and proud can also have moments of insecurity.

Swallowing the inexplicable bitterness in her throat, Chu Shuang said, "No one wants a divorce, unless you want to."

"No!" A steady and firm voice came from the other side.

Hatsushimo sighed slightly, "You are really drunk, take a good rest and don't think too much, take a shower and have a good sleep, okay?"

The man spoke in a low, hoarse voice, "Are you coming back?"

"Come back."

"how long?"

Chu Shuang paused, "A week."

There was silence on the other end of the line.

As if possessed by some mysterious force, she moved her lips and said, "It depends on the situation, maybe four or five days."

"Okay, I'll wait for you."

"Now you go to bed, okay?"

"good……"

After hanging up the phone, Sheng Ting felt less anxious. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but Chu Shuang's tone tonight was more patient than usual.

He was not sleepy. She said she would be back in four or five days and he had to prepare gifts to welcome her.

Just after sending a message to Chen Jiazhou, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my abdomen, accompanied by nausea and dizziness.

Sheng Ting reached out and pressed his stomach. He originally wanted to find some medicine to take, but before he could even reach the medicine box, he was stopped by a surprised voice.

"Sir, why is your face so pale? Are you feeling unwell?"

If Aunt Yuan hadn't gotten up in the middle of the night and heard a noise in the living room of the main house and came to take a look, she would have never known that her husband would fall ill in the middle of the night.

At three o'clock in the morning, she sent Sheng Ting to the hospital.

After going to the hospital, it was found that he had gastrointestinal discomfort caused by eating persimmon cakes after drinking alcohol.

Persimmon cakes are cold in nature and contain tannic acid, so they cannot be eaten after drinking alcohol. Otherwise, it will cause gastric mucosal damage, and stomach bloating, nausea and diarrhea are minor issues. Eating too much will increase the incidence of gastric persimmon stones.

Sheng Ting drank too much and his stomach was not in good condition to begin with. His daily routine became irregular recently and he fell ill all of a sudden.

Seeing his recent state, Aunt Yuan knew that he had a conflict with his wife. Now that he was admitted to the hospital, she had to tell his wife, but Sheng Ting seemed to see through her thoughts and specifically told her not to let Chu Shuang know so as not to worry her.

Ultimately, it was a matter between the two of them, and Aunt Yuan didn't want to interfere, so she listened to Sheng Ting.

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"Iron Flower?"

"Yes, the Cultural and Tourism Bureau specially invited several non-hereditary masters to perform iron flower dance in the desert tonight."

Lin Su cut the watermelon and handed a piece to Chu Shuang. "It just so happens that the crew needs some footage, and the director gave everyone half a day off. They're going to shoot the footage, and we can go watch the performance. I heard it's very spectacular. Not everyone can make iron flowers, and it's not easy to come across a performance like this."

Hatsushimo had only read about iron flower making in books before, and had never seen it in person. But even from the pictures, she knew how magnificent and beautiful the scene was.

In ancient times, making iron flowers was a way of praying to the gods in heaven for a good year of weather and a good harvest. In some places among the people, this was one of the most important activities.

Molten iron at over a thousand degrees is blasted into the sky, where it turns into tiny particles that bloom into sizzling, gorgeous flowers in the air, creating a stunning scene that fills the sky.

It was a magnificent scene just by looking at the photo, but I can’t imagine how shocking it was to see it with my own eyes.

They arrived at the performance venue before the sunset sank into the horizon.

There were many visitors coming to watch, and the desert changed from its usual loneliness to become lively.

There are scorching clouds today, and almost the entire sky is fiery red. The scorching clouds in the desert are hanging overhead, so beautiful that they seem like an illusion.

The environment sets the mood, and most of the spectators are in high spirits and in good spirits.

As dusk fell, on-site staff began to carefully maintain the safety of the venue and lead people to a safe area.

Hatsushimo and the others stood at the safest area. The stage was high and wide, so it didn't affect the viewing experience no matter where they looked.

After the host introduced the history of the art of iron flower making, several masters came on stage and began their performance.

Although he was standing the farthest away, when the first master struck the wooden board in his hand and molten iron blossomed into the sky, Hatsushimo could clearly hear the dull sound of the wooden board being struck.

The iron juice splashed up and hit the double-layered flower shed, spreading to form iron flowers more than ten meters high. In an instant, the sky and the earth opened up and the view became bright.

When the iron flowers bloom, they are like a volcano erupting, shining brightly and creating a spectacular scene.

The east wind blows thousands of flowers into bloom at night, and blows down stars like rain.

It is a grand romance that spans thousands of years and cannot be expressed in words.

This folk craft originated in the Song Dynasty. From the first generation of craftsmen who made the first iron flower to its spread to the present day, it has traveled through thousands of years of history and finally appeared before the eyes of modern descendants.

Compared with these magnificent things, human life is so small and short.

Pain and joy are blown away by the wind.

At this moment, Chu Shuang was so shocked by the beautiful scenery that she was speechless. She was very glad that she came to Korla, but she also felt an indescribable loneliness in her heart.

Such a magnificent view, it would be nice if Sheng Ting was also there...