Chapter 41 It’s a Good Day
Shen Yuehuai was staring at her for a few seconds and thinking, in fact, even he himself didn't know.
Although he often brought her with him before, they had never been so close to each other as they were now.
After she became his wife, this person seemed to have changed in his eyes.
No longer that little girl.
As time passed, the face he was holding his hand on became redder and redder.
As red as a ripe peach.
Shen Yuehuai realized that he had been staring at the face in his hand for a long time. He forced himself to look away from the face, and then quickly put down the hand that was pressing against the face.
After Shen Sangsang's face was freed, her whole body quickly retreated.
After taking a few steps back, she immediately stood firmly.
There were servants all around, and they naturally sensed the subtleties that had just occurred, so they didn't dare to look any further.
After that brief moment of subtlety disappeared, Shen Yuehuai said to the servant, "Go to the room and get a box of medicine."
A servant at the edge of the pavilion answered and turned to leave.
After Shen Sangsang took a few steps back, he stood there without moving.
Shen Yuehuai didn't look at her again, but instead fixed his gaze on the scenery in the distance.
At this moment, the only sound in the pavilion was the sound of the wind, and the brief subtlety just now dissipated in the wind.
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After the servant took the ointment, Shen Sangsang sat on the stone bench. The servant applied the ointment to her face, and Shen Yuehuai sat aside, watching quietly and waiting.
While watching, Shen Yuehuai saw that her eyebrows were twisted due to the pain of the ointment, and there was a faint smile on her face.
Inexplicably, he thought of a long time ago when she mischievously went to the yard to pick the roses he grew, but accidentally pricked her finger with the thorns on the rose branches.
At that time, her hand was stabbed, and because of the pain, her brows were twisted and her face was sad, which looked particularly funny.
During the days when I was stabbed, I couldn't do my homework and pretended to have a fever and be sick at home.
Later, he sent a doctor over and asked the doctor to prescribe a lot of medicine for her, which broke her trick of pretending to be sick.
When Shen Yuehuai thought of her past, the smile on his face deepened a lot, even he didn't notice it.
"Are you ready?"
At this time, the person sitting on the chair and being applied medicine by the servant finally couldn't bear the stinging pain on his face.
Shen Yuehuai knew that she was most afraid of pain. In the past, whenever she was hurt, she would come to him and make trouble.
Shen Yuehuai said to the servant: "Give it to me."
Shen Sangsang, who was sitting there with her eyes closed, froze in silence after hearing these words. After Shen Yuehuai took the ointment, he walked to her side.
Shen Sangsang's hands unconsciously grabbed the hem of her skirt. Where was Shen Yuehuai?
Holding the ointment in his hand, he slowly bent down, took the cotton pad and gently rubbed it on her face.
After several years of absence and not seeing each other, there had already been some strangeness between the two of them.
But how could it be completely unfamiliar? The person is still the same person as before, and everything familiar will only return slowly.
After the medicine was evenly applied to the rash, Shen Yuehuai finally stopped and whispered, "It will be fine tomorrow. Don't touch it anymore."
Shen Sangsang sat there, silent.
Seeing the sun gradually getting hotter and the air becoming stuffy, Shen Yuehuai thought of her pregnancy and said, "Let's go back."
After saying that, he asked the servant to hold an umbrella for her.
When Shen Sangsang heard his words, she still sat on the stone bench without moving.
The servant had already held the umbrella behind her, so she naturally stood up.
The two walked one after the other, and slowly returned to their residence in the temple in this somewhat sultry weather.
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Afterwards, Shen Sangsang still felt a little awkward. In order to avoid being alone with her, she skipped lunch and went straight to bed to rest.
The room was cool, and there was no need for air conditioning in the mountains. She slept soundly.
As for Shen Yuehuai, he did not go to the bedroom, but stayed in the living room and read the overseas news of the past few days.
The news flashed across his face one by one without him blinking.
After about half an hour, Shen Yuehuai went into the bedroom. Seeing the person sleeping soundly on the bed, he walked towards the bed.
Shen Sangsang curled up her body, and when she felt someone approaching, she instinctively shrank twice.
But after two seconds, she continued to fall into a deep sleep.
Shen Yuehuai took a thin blanket from the bed and gently covered the sleeping person on the bed.
Two minutes later, he picked up a miscellaneous book and planned to read it.
However, this miscellaneous book was not brought by him, it must have belonged to the person on the bed.
It was a book of miscellaneous notes. Shen Yuehuai took it in his hand and read it for a few seconds, finding it quite interesting.
So he opened the book, and when he opened it, a postcard flew out of the book.
The postcard fell directly onto the bed, and Shen Yuehuai lowered his head to look at it.
After seeing it was a postcard, he reached out and slowly picked it up. A line of pen words slowly unfolded from the back of the postcard: "Sangsang, every day is a good day. May your heart be like mine."
Shen Yuehuai's gaze fell on that line of words.
The person sleeping soundly on the bed tossed and turned a few times before waking up. She felt a figure beside her, and raised her eyes from the pillow in a daze. The moment she saw that it was Shen Yuehuai, she sat up from the bed.
Her movements were so loud that Shen Yuehuai's gaze quickly turned to her.
The next second, Shen Sangsang snatched the postcard and held it tightly in her arms.
Shen Yuehuai looked at her actions.
He asked, "Whose?"
In response to his inquiry, Shen Sangsang remained silent.
Shen Yuehuai looked at her expression and asked again: "Did a boy in college give it to you?"
Shen Sangsang remained silent, pursing her lips tightly.
"Don't you want to tell me?"
In these few seconds of silence, Shen Sangsang whispered, "Can you not tell me? Although we are married, I think there is no need for me to explain the past."
It was rare for her to speak such a long speech during this period.
Shen Yuehuai listened to her words and nodded subconsciously, saying, "Well, what you said makes sense."
"So you still want to ask?"
"Nothing to ask."
Shen Sangsang's tense body began to soften, and then she lay back on the bed, facing him and pretending to sleep.
Shen Yuehuai saw her actions, and his eyes fell on her back as she faced him sideways.
At this time, the person lying on the bed said again: "It was written to me by a senior."
This is her explanation.
After hearing this, Shen Yuehuai nodded for a while: "It seems that there are many things in the past two years that I don't know."
She closed her lips tightly and stopped talking again.
He then asked, "Did you like this boy in college?"
"No."
She replied with these two words briefly, but her answer was quite straightforward.
After a few seconds, she continued, "I've told you everything about mine. So can you tell me...what were you busy with during the two years you were missing?"
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