Chapter 115 A Family of Three (Fantasy Version) My daughter is so good, my daughter is so good...
Shen Changfeng was silent for a while, and suddenly felt that the north wind blowing into his forehead was blocked by something, and something warm was touching his head.
Xiao Man'er climbed onto the cart and stood beside Shen Changfeng. She tiptoed and patted his head, saying, "I know what's good about you!"
Shen Changfeng raised his eyebrows slightly, and heard Xiao Man'er say, "You always give us the candy, and you never eat a single one. Second Uncle, come on, open your mouth, ah——"
Shen Changfeng opened his mouth as he was told. Xiao Maner put the candy in his mouth and asked him with a smile, "Is it sweet?"
Sweet, very sweet, sweet to his heart.
Xiao Man'er wore a small hood, the string tied loosely under her chin in a crooked knot. The brim nearly covered her eyes, and her hair was a little messy and frizzy at the corners of her forehead. She raised her hand to adjust the hood, revealing a pair of large, round eyes. Her little face was flushed, and the river breeze had also blew her nose red. She smiled at Shen Changfeng, her eyes shining like stars.
Shen Changfeng hugged the child gently, feeling so warm that he was reluctant to let go.
He seemed to understand why Qin Yan loved his little daughter so much. If Xiao Man'er was willing to call him daddy, he would be happy to be this cheap daddy.
He picked the grass scraps off Xiao Man'er's clothes and wiped the dust off her face with a handkerchief. Although there were more people walking around in the city during the two-day truce, Shen Changfeng speculated that Xiao Man'er must have sneaked out on her own and somehow ended up covered in dust. Lin Meizhu would be out looking for her soon.
Shen Changfeng took off her hood, re-tied her hair, sat behind her and braided her hair. Xiao Maner tied a small garland and made earrings for Mo Qi who was lying in front of him.
Xiao Man'er said, "Second uncle, you're even better at braiding hair than little uncle! That's amazing!"
Shen Changfeng said, "I learned a little from doing this when I was doing my wife's hair."
"Huh? Who is your wife?"
"My wife is Lin Meizhu, Eleventh Lady."
Xiao Man'er turned around, pressed Shen Changfeng's shoulder, and said in a very mature manner: "Wow! You are so lucky!"
I don’t know who she learned this little adult look from, but Shen Changfeng was so happy with the praise that he tied a beautiful bow for her.
He pushed the two braids onto her shoulders, smoothed the messy hair on her forehead, and put her hood on. Just as he was about to tell her not to go out on her own, Xiao Man'er raised her eyebrows and called out sweetly, "Eleventh Lady!"
Shen Changfeng didn't know how much Lin Meizhu listened to his words. He pretended to be nothing and looked at her expression. Seeing that she didn't show any signs of anger, he thought she must have just arrived and felt relieved.
Shen Changfeng rarely teased Lin Meizhu. He tried not to speak, and Lin Meizhu didn't initiate a conversation with him. He felt empty inside, and the bitterness in his mouth quickly overwhelmed the sweetness left by the candy.
Lin Meizhu waved to Xiao Man'er, "Let's go back."
Xiao Man'er had been detained at home for several days. Lin Meizhu had originally wanted to take her out for some fresh air, but after a few words, she had already come running here. Only then did Lin Meizhu realize what it was like to have a child you couldn't leave your sight for even a moment. If she hadn't known Mo Qi was following her, she wouldn't have dared to let her out.
Lin Meizhu didn't call Shen Changfeng, but he went there anyway, quietly waiting for Lin Meizhu to fall asleep.
He regretted not talking to Lin Meiju, as this would have reduced the chances of them meeting.
But he did not wake her up. He knew that she worked hard during the day. Sometimes women were busy during childbirth for most of the day or even several days, and they rarely had time to rest.
It was usually late at night when he finished his official business. If she was still busy, he would hide in the dark and look at her for a few times. If she fell asleep, he would hold his breath, kneel beside the couch, look at her face over and over again, and then leave quietly before she woke up.
Xiao Man'er slept outside these two days. Perhaps because they were afraid that she would roll to the ground while sleeping, a small couch was added next to the bed. Shen Changfeng was afraid of the noise and did not dare to lie on it. Later, he felt that the small couch separated him and Lin Meiju too far, so he took the risk to try it out and found that the small couch was very sturdy, which was exactly what he wanted.
He slept luxuriously on the small couch for half an hour. When he woke up, he saw Lin Meiju lying within his reach. It was as if he was in a dream. He couldn't tell whether it was reality or a dream, the past or the present.
He seemed to hear the sound of fireworks rising into the sky, but the sound was far away, crisper, clean and neat, and disappeared in a flash. He felt that it was the sound in his dream.
What he didn't know was that one night a month ago, three scarlet flares streaked across the sky above the beacon tower on Baiwang Mountain, and then, with the capital as the center, pure red flames lit up one by one over the skies above Tongzhou, Gu'an, Juyongguan, Baoding, Xuanfu... each state and prefecture, one after another, with star-like fires, circle after circle, layer after layer, like ripples on water spreading for thousands of miles, and within a few days, it had spread to the Central Plains like wildfire.
It was not until he heard Lin Meizhu's even breathing that Shen Changfeng gradually came back to his senses.
He rested his head on his arm, looked at her beautiful face, carefully traced her gentle and delicate eyebrows, sniffed the faint fragrance, and silently moved closer. The smell of her body tickled his heart and hooked his soul. When he reacted, his body had already crossed the small couch and lay beside the bed.
Suddenly there was a rustling sound beneath him. Shen Changfeng looked down and met Xiao Man'er's bright big eyes.
Shen Changfeng thought about how Lin Meizhu would argue if she woke up, but he didn't think about how Xiao Man'er would explain herself if she saw him.
The two stared at each other for a while, and Shen Changfeng raised his finger, signaling her to be quiet.
Xiao Man'er blinked and responded to Shen Changfeng. She'd been sleeping early and waking up early these days, so she wanted to sleep outside. She could get dressed when she woke up and then go out to play, so she wouldn't wake Lin Meizhu. Xiao Man'er was a very obedient sleeper, but Lin Meizhu was still worried, so she moved the small couch over.
Shen Changfeng thought to himself: Xiao Man'er seems to really believe that he and Lin Meizhu are husband and wife. If she talks about this with Lin Meizhu tomorrow, he will insist that the child is dreaming.
When Shen Changfeng was considering whether to leave immediately or wait until the child fell asleep, Xiao Man'er burrowed into the quilt, with only his furry head showing. Then the quilt rose and fell gently, like a kitten playing with the quilt with its paws. Shen Changfeng was puzzled, and when he leaned over to look, Xiao Man'er popped his head out again, holding a small quilt with a flower pattern in his hand. He propped himself up, picked up a corner of the quilt, and covered his belly button with it.
I saw that he had no blanket and was worried that he would be cold.
Ah, Shen Changfeng's heart was almost melted by the warmth.
Xiao Man'er crawled back into Lin Meizhu's bed, covered herself with the quilt, and motioned Shen Changfeng to follow her.
Shen Changfeng covered her with a small blanket and reached out to rub her little head. Xiao Maner soon fell asleep again with the corners of her mouth still curved.
Chen Changfeng thought back to Shuan'er, who had threatened him with a punch, and then looked at the delicate and clever Xiao Man'er who was making a small blanket for him. The more he looked at her, the happier he became, and the more he loved her, his heart softened. He thought to himself: My daughter is good, my daughter is good, my daughter is really good. My daughter is the best.
He sighed softly. He also wanted to have a daughter with Lin Meiju.
Lin Meizhu hugged Xiao Man'er, and both the big and the small were lying on their sides facing him. Shen Changfeng couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth. Looking at them this way, they looked like a family of three.
A family of three, a family of three, what wonderful four words.
If I have a daughter, what name should I give her? I need to think about it carefully. I can ask the local long-lived people to give her a courtesy name, but the nickname and full name will still be chosen by me and Lin Meizhu.
Who should my daughter look like? Lin Meizhu would be a good looker. She's smart, capable, good-natured, and pretty... But what's good about me? Strong and wild like me would be a good looker. Wild is good, and so is being aggressive. That way, no one would dare to bully me.
Girls should grow up wildly, like strong grass and strong wind, dare to cry, laugh and roar, be strong and vigorous, like the small poplar trees in the northern frontier, which cannot be bent by wind or broken by rain, take root deeply and then grow upwards, upwards, upwards, upwards.
It doesn’t matter if they are not like me, it’s better if they are like Mei Niang, because she is good in every way.
Shen Changfeng imagined the days after he and Lin Meizhu had a daughter. His heart seemed to be soaked in a jar of honey. Looking at Lin Meizhu's sleeping face, he gradually became absent-minded. That strange impulse began to take over again - he wanted to bite her.
"Don't bite me anymore. It hurts. I scared her last time. I'm not a dog or a leopard. You can't just hold me and bite me."
But Lin Meizhu was right in front of him, like a fragrant meat bone, exuding a fatal temptation. Shen Changfeng was a carnivore, and he could not withstand the test.
He half-raised himself and quietly moved closer to her face. He was obviously thinking of just touching her, but his lips unconsciously opened. The faint light of the fire in the sky was reflected, illuminating his fangs clearly.
His eyes gradually moved downwards, and he instinctively sniffed the pulse on her neck. When he saw the situation below her neck clearly, his pupils shrank rapidly, and the smile on the corner of his mouth froze in an instant.
He saw a red string.
What's under the red string? It must be something very important. It's kept close to my heart day and night, so secret, so cherished. It must be something very important.
He didn't know when she put it on, but he was sure that she didn't have it on when they reunited in Nanyang. That is, she put it on when she returned to Xiangyang, or after he saved Chuqi.
Was it a safety charm, or a token of love? There must be two such tokens. Did Chuqi have any? Shen Changfeng's mind went blank. He lay back on the couch with stiff hands and feet, thinking over and over again about the time he met Chuqi during the meeting in Xiangyang. The more he thought about it, the less he could remember. He felt like a useless person.
Yes, yes, there are some, and there are some on the seventh day as well.
Does Lin Meizhu have flaws? Yes, she does. Her only flaw is that she doesn't love herself. That's not her fault, it's just that she's not good enough.
Shen Changfeng's whole body suddenly lost temperature. Waves of coldness invaded his upper body. He shuddered, and slowly, his fingertips became numb from the cold.
The sound of movement from the direction of the military camp seemed to get louder. Shen Changfeng stood up and walked out of the room.
When passing by a beautiful window, an idea suddenly struck him. He paused, changed direction, gently pushed open a crack, and looked out.
The city wall, the city wall of Fancheng, and the city wall of Xiangyang, which is obviously much higher than the city wall of Fancheng, majestic and eye-catching.
Lin Meizhu wasn't looking at the moon; she was looking at the people beneath it. She was looking at the seventh day of the lunar year.
Shen Changfeng's vision went dark, and he stumbled backwards as if he had lost his strength, grabbing at the window frame to stop himself. He fell into the deep darkness, leaning against the cold wall, his figure seeming to dissolve into the narrow crack in the wall.
He had never felt so obstructive, so superfluous, like the abrupt walls of Fancheng, forever standing in the way, shamelessly and unceremoniously. He looked at Lin Meizhu and Xiao Man'er sleeping peacefully in the tent, and lost all his strength and resources.
In the future, she would have a daughter of her own. Would she be so sneaky, like a thief, waiting for an opportunity to see her in the dark? How would she explain her existence to her children? She must be very distressed. After all, there was no one as difficult as herself.
These days, he never dared to talk to Lin Meizhu about anything related to Xiangyang, as if that would remind her of Chuqi, who was right across the street. He was terrified she would leave without saying goodbye. He'd used his position, the jade lion, and even Xiao Man'er to gradually get closer to her. Reflection? Impossible. He didn't think there was anything wrong with what he did.
What's wrong with stealing someone else's girlfriend? If Lin Meizhu really wanted to be with him, it would be Chuqi's fault, his inability to hold her heart. But Shen Changfeng had to consider Lin Meizhu's reputation, and he would gently remind him every day that he couldn't be like this tomorrow. Then tomorrow, he would still do his own thing, even worse. Only then did Shen Changfeng understand the profound meaning of "tomorrow after tomorrow, how many tomorrows there are." He hoped to have countless tomorrows with Lin Meizhu.
Until tonight, everything came to an abrupt end, and he could no longer deceive himself into thinking he was doing something wrong.
No matter where they are, no matter what barriers there are, it cannot stop the concern and resonance between the two.
Shen Changfeng thought of those four words again. Good things are coming.
If there hadn't been a war, they would have gotten married. When did they plan to get married after the war subsided? Spring would be too early; the soonest possible time would be between spring and summer.
He suddenly remembered that he and Lin Meizhu got married in spring and summer.
The sharp buzzing sound in his ears rushed straight into his forehead, and his temples exploded with severe pain, so painful that he almost wanted to scratch his skin and flesh and crush his brain. He could not bear the pain, but still bit his lips tightly and swallowed the groan of pain back into his stomach.
He didn't loosen his grip on the window frame until the dull pain in his body showed signs of subsiding. His entire back was soaked with cold sweat.
He couldn't do it. How could he let go? He couldn't do it even if he died...
He gradually became aware of the sounds around him. The clashing of weapons in the distance gradually became clearer, and the faint rumble of cannons could be heard. Shen Changfeng's rage, frustration, melancholy, and sadness were all soothed by a strange calm.
In fact, it can be done.
Something was dripping uncontrollably from his nose. Shen Changfeng reached out and wiped it. It was wet and hot. It was blood.
Lin Meizhu's eyelids twitched, and she woke up from her sleep. She smelled blood.
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