Chapter 38 Her Husband
It was almost evening, so after arriving at the mountain, we didn't wander around anymore. We checked into the temple before six o'clock.
In the evening, the temple sent vegetarian food, but what Shen Sangsang ate was different, as it contained meat.
When she sat at the table and saw some meat dishes on it, she was stunned for a moment.
At this time, Shen Yuehuai walked over to her and said, "Although it is disrespectful to have meat in a temple, you are pregnant and need to supplement with meat." He sat on the chair, picked up the bamboo chopsticks on the table, picked up a small piece of steamed fresh fish and placed it in her bowl: "Eat it."
Shen Sangsang was wondering, was this dish made by the temple's kitchen?
It seems that all the rules in this world only restrict ordinary people, but for those in the pyramid, not to mention eating meat in the temple, even if they want to kill an animal in the kitchen today, they can do it in minutes.
She picked up the bamboo chopsticks on the table, lowered her head and slowly ate the food in the bowl.
Shen Yuehuai saw that her appetite seemed to be better today than yesterday, so he picked up something else for her.
After that, he himself ate vegetarian food.
After dark at night, the temple becomes even quieter, with only the chirping of insects and, of course, a few chants of scriptures.
After eating half a bowl of rice, Shen Sangsang lost her appetite.
Seeing her put down her chopsticks, Shen Yuehuai also placed his bamboo chopsticks on the chopstick holder. He asked, "Don't you want to eat anymore?"
Shen Sangsang looked away from the side, indicating that she didn't want to eat anymore.
Shen Yuehuai looked at her like this, and casually brought a bowl of chicken soup in front of her: "Drink half a bowl."
Shen Sangsang still turned her face to the side, and did not move or speak in response to his words.
The yellow light reflected her shadow on the ground, and her shadow appeared like a little woman on the ground. Shen Yuehuai's shadow was very close to hers, and the shadows of the two appeared extremely ambiguous under the effect of light.
Add to that the silence on the mountain, and even the air seemed to become sticky.
Shen Yuehuai picked up the spoon in the bowl and stirred the soup twice: "Drink it, huh?"
He looked at her, his tone sounding coaxing.
At his words, Shen Sangsang could only move her arms and reach out quickly to take the bowl of chicken soup, but just as her fingers touched the bowl, they touched his hand at the same time.
Shen Sangsang's hands trembled subconsciously, and she quickly moved back a few inches.
Shen Yuehuai's heart also beat slightly, but his face was calm. Regarding the fact that her hand touched his hand, he stared at her face and said, "Do you want me to feed you?"
He asked this question with great tenderness.
He had been gentle to her before, but before it was the care he showed towards a child, and now it was a gentleness that was even sweeter.
It is a kind of care and tenderness for one's wife.
This different kind of tenderness is like a whirlpool, pulling people down.
Shen Sangsang lowered her head and took the bowl of chicken soup from his hand.
When Shen Yuehuai saw her drinking the soup obediently, there was a hint of joy in his eyes.
After drinking half of the chicken soup, Shen Sangsang refused to drink any more. She even put down the bowl and stood up to leave. When the servant came to clear the dishes, he saw the half bowl of chicken soup left and looked towards Shen Yuehuai.
Shen Yuehuai did not force her anymore. In his opinion, this was already good enough. He would slowly cure her illness in this temple and let her become the Sangsang she used to be.
He said, “Take it.”
After ten o'clock, Shen Yuehuai was reading in the room, while Shen Sangsang was practicing calligraphy.
The years in the mountains are already long, and the time that used to speed up seemed to be slowed down tonight.
Just as Shen Sangsang was writing at the desk, a figure approached.
Her hand trembled, and a drop of ink fell on the word she had just written.
Someone chuckled.
Shen Sangsang raised her face, and the man's hand came over.
Sangsang turned her face to the side, he held her hand, stood behind her, and surrounded her.
And the next second, he gently pulled away the copybook she had just written.
His voice came slowly into her ears: "After all these years, your handwriting still hasn't improved."
Shen Sangsang lowered her head, her lips tightly pursed, and she was obviously a little embarrassed and angry.
Shen Yuehuai guided her hand and began writing again on the new paper, his lips continuing to whisper beside her ear: "Keep your posture straight, concentrate on your thoughts, and don't be distracted. What I said before, after all these years, can't you remember it?"
When Shen Sangsang was a teenager, he taught her calligraphy stroke by stroke.
It was also a night like this at that time. He was reading miscellaneous books, and she was standing right under his nose, practicing calligraphy.
In the past, she always wanted to be lazy, and he was particularly strict in this regard, but a good teacher did not produce a good student.
He used to be her teacher, but now he is her husband. Obviously, when he teaches her again, he is less strict and more indulgent and accommodating.
She lowered her eyes and watched him hold her hand and write a line of neat and rigorous regular script.
After that, the words she wrote became smoother and smoother, and Shen Sangsang's hands also felt a little better. Her frown finally smoothed out, and her face looked extremely peaceful.
Shen Yuehuai lowered his eyes and saw a pair of soft lips, and the fragrance of the person in his arms seemed to penetrate into his nose, but the girl's face was full of seriousness about what she was writing.
Now the teacher was distracted, and Shen Yuehuai couldn't help but laugh at himself in his heart, for being disobedient to his teacher.
Just as he was thinking this, a phone call startled him.
Shen Yuehuai put aside his chaotic thoughts and looked up at the ringing phone.
The vibration of the phone was so loud that even Shen Sangsang, who was writing seriously, raised his face.
Shen Yuehuai saw that she was disturbed, so he let go of the hand that was holding her hand and whispered in her ear: "I'll take a call."
Shen Sangsang didn't say anything, nor did she care. She just picked up the pen and continued writing.
Shen Yuehuai stepped away from her, walked to the other end of the sofa, and picked up the phone from the table.
However, after seeing the number, he frowned slightly.
A few seconds later, he answered the call and chose a seat facing the window, feeling the mountain breeze blowing into the room.
"Brother." Shen Yuehuai subconsciously placed his hand on the corner of the table, tapping the table with his fingers.
"What happened with the boat?"
"That's what Mom meant."
"What does Mom mean?"
"Yeah, I wanted to tell you."
"No one should touch my son's grave."
The male voice on the phone was full of warning.
There was not much emotion on Shen Yuehuai's face, his eyes looked out the window, cold and indifferent.
Then the person on the phone asked, "Have you read the overseas news?"
"News?"
Shen Yuehuai picked up the remote control on the table, turned on the TV directly, and tuned the channel to a foreign news program.
It's all in English letters.
Shen Sangsang, who was practicing calligraphy, looked to the front and saw Shen Yuehuai's slightly relaxed face, while the TV showed a picture of a casino.
"Xiao Zhou, died in your place."
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