The living room fell silent.
Shen Shiyue sighed, his small body slumped a little more, and his gaze fell on the light hanging from the ceiling.
Wen Shuqiao followed his gaze to the lit light.
Shen Jiazhou likes simplicity, and the lamp he bought was also very simple, hanging on the coffee table and emitting a soft light.
Shen Shiyue seemed to have a sudden urge to confide in someone, and he said, "I've been looking at this lamp for many years. My uncle and I also lived together for a long time."
My uncle had no experience raising children. Every day after work, he would come home and spend time with his son. He was young then and had suffered a long period of torment, so he was very afraid of people.
He remembered that when his uncle first brought him home, he bit his uncle hard. He had forgotten why he bit his uncle, only that after he bit him, his uncle just hugged him, patted his head, and praised him for being a good boy who knew how to resist. The tooth mark on his uncle's arm took several days to fade.
“My uncle has always taken good care of me.” Shen Shiyue’s eyes were a little red. “I feel very at ease when he’s by my side.”
Although my uncle is not talkative, he appears whenever my brother needs him.
Before meeting his uncle, his life was dark, and no one would save him.
But after meeting her uncle, he painstakingly created a warm garden for him.
With his uncle by his side, he could just be a child. No matter what mistakes he made or what trouble he caused, his uncle would just pat him on the head and gently tell him it was okay.
“When I was holding the funeral, I kept thinking, why did this happen? Why did my loved ones have to leave me?” Shen Shiyue looked at Wen Shuqiao: “It wasn’t until I came here that I realized that the first half of my life was only a few hundred thousand words long.”
"I have to be miserable enough, and after all that harm is imposed on me, I also have to be kind enough and strong enough."
"Why?" Shen Shiyue's tone was as cold as ice: "Just because I'm the protagonist?"
"Just because I'm the protagonist, my parents have to die. Just because I'm the protagonist, my uncle who loves me has to die too." Shen Shiyue's teeth were chattering, as if he had to use a great deal of willpower to suppress his hatred: "They created me with pain, and then expect me to accept it without any resentment."
"Tell me, how can I accept this?"
Shen Shiyue's tone wasn't loud, but every word pierced the heart: "Is this fate? But why is it that we are both Shen Shiyue, yet he has a warm home, while I am faced with my uncle's corpse! Do I even need to choose? Tell me, do I even need to choose?"
The same person, but with different times and spaces, has completely different fates.
Here, there is no wind, no rain, and the sun shines brightly with blooming flowers; in another world, however, there is a raging storm with thunder and lightning.
How will he choose? Warmth is something that can be captivating.
Wen Shuqiao looked at him quietly. His face was still bright and youthful, but she could see a wounded soul hidden beneath his body.
She had nothing to say to comfort him, because saying anything now would be like rubbing salt into his wounds.
"You've worked hard," Wen Shuqiao said softly.
It turns out that he lived a very difficult life outside of the novel.
Shen Shiyue lowered his head, took several deep breaths, and then said lightly, "It's all in the past."
He doesn't care anymore.
Wen Shuqiao lowered her head, momentarily at a loss for words.
She now only feels a piercing pain in her heart; suffering cannot be overcome simply by saying "I've had a hard time."
The words were on the tip of my tongue, but I just couldn't bring myself to say them.
Wen Shuqiao felt really powerless. She had no right to demand that Shen Shiyue leave, but she was also worried about Cancan.
Shen Shiyue looked at her. Women's thoughts were really easy to understand at this moment. What they wanted to say was basically written all over their faces.
He had seized the initiative, but strangely, Shen Shiyue was not happy about it.
He was actually annoyed.
At this moment, Wen Shuqiao thought about many things, and she came up with countless seemingly perfect solutions.
Shen Shiyue chuckled lightly: "Auntie, you don't need to think so much. My affairs have nothing to do with you."
“Your affairs have nothing to do with me, but Can Can has something to do with me.” Wen Shuqiao took a deep breath and said, “You won’t stay.”
Shen Shiyue simply tilted his head: "Does Auntie have some brilliant ideas or some amazing methods?"
“If you had decided to stay from the beginning, you wouldn’t have jumped from Can Can’s mind into the cake’s body.” Wen Shu Qiao looked at him: “Since you’ve already chosen to stay, why are you still hiding?”
After connecting with the system, she felt something was strange. Shen Shiyue was connected to the world consciousness, and his authority was higher than that of the system.
Then why hide? Just stay in Can Can's mind, or silently replace Can Can without her noticing.
Even if the system contacted her later, by then it was too late to salvage the situation.
Shen Shiyue paused for a second, then turned his face away: "Where I want to be is none of your business. You just need to mind your own business. Does your uncle know you come from another world? Instead of thinking about how to send me away, you should think about your own situation. If I tell you, your uncle will believe me. Then I'll see what you're like..."
“He knows.” Wen Shuqiao gently interrupted him, “He knew a long time ago.”
Upon hearing this, Shen Shiyue's eyes widened in surprise.
When did this happen? How come he didn't know?
Is my uncle that receptive to new things?
However, he quickly came to terms with it, realizing that his current uncle was not the same as his old uncle.
The world has become vibrant and completely different because of this "outsider" in front of us.
The more Shen Shi thought about it, the more he felt that his life was a joke.
If only that world could show a sliver of tenderness, that tenderness could illuminate him and his uncle.
They wouldn't have come to this point.
Shen Shiyue got off the sofa and said expressionlessly, "You've finished talking about what you wanted to say. Take me to find my uncle."
Wen Shuqiao pursed her lips: "...Okay."
Only after receiving a specific response from Wen Shuqiao did Shen Shiyue breathe a small sigh of relief.
He really doesn't have much time left, and he really misses his uncle.
He hadn't seen his lively and young uncle in a long time.
Shen Shiyue walked quickly to the door, not even wanting to change his shoes, wanting to rush out.
He pressed down on the doorknob with both hands, and while opening the door, he turned back and urged, "Can you hurry up?"
If he weren't still in the body of a child, he wouldn't care about Wen Shuqiao.
Wen Shuqiao's expression was somewhat complicated. She hummed in agreement, "...Here it comes."
With a click, the door opened.
Shen Shiyue turned his head back, preparing to step out the door, but the next second, he stopped moving completely.
The uncle he had been longing to see was standing safely outside the door, holding his phone with red eyes.
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