"When I came of age, I was successfully split into two... no."
"To be precise, there are three consciousness entities."
"That dirty kid who loves to eat steamed buns too."
"Nonsense, you're not dirty."
Shen Yulou's head immediately bounced off his neck, and he frowned as he poked his forehead.
"Okay, okay, I'm not dirty."
Chi Yuan wanted to ease his furrowed brow, so he surrendered first.
Do you hate him?
Upon hearing this question, Chi Yuan calmly shook his head.
"He is not the one I should hate; the one I should hate the most is this copy."
“He had the right to kill me before I was born, and it was not his intention to bring me into this world.”
"It's a copy; it stripped him of this right."
As Shen Yulou listened, he suddenly felt that these were not words that the "darkened" version of Chi Yuan would say; these should be the "plain language" version of the lines.
Seeing that Shen Yulou's brows were still furrowed, Chi Yuan leaned over and pressed his forehead against hers.
"You should really see what you're like now."
"There was an inescapable sorrow between her brows and eyes; she was beautiful yet fragile."
Before Shen Yulou could recover, he heard Chi Yuan's words, which were meant to distract him.
He covered Chi Yuan's mouth with his hand, warning him to shut up.
"Don't try to change the subject."
"Let me feel sorry for you for a while, don't try to comfort me."
Chi Yuan hugged him even tighter, and a lullaby began to hum in his throat again.
Shen Yulou suddenly remembered a famous saying.
“Mother, you’ve never sung these lullabies to me before.”
Before he could even think, Chi Yuan was knocked down.
Before Chi Yuan could react to what Shen Yulou was about to do, he heard his soft, Wu dialect accent.
Shen Yulou curled up like a hamster and huddled into Chi Yuan's arms.
With one hand supporting her head and the other patting his back, she softly hummed a song from her favorite ballad.
These weren't nursery rhymes to lull children to sleep, and Shen Yulou figured Chi Yuan probably wouldn't like listening to ordinary lullabies either.
It is this unique and charming tone that is full of the gentleness and delicacy of Jiangnan.
Chi Yuan should like it, since he likes it too.
In the old days, one could listen to such stories all day long in restaurants in Jiangnan, with wealthy people showering the guests with tips like a never-ending stream.
Truly, the number of red silk ribbons swayed in a single song was countless.
"Does it sound good?"
After Shen Yulou finished singing the part he knew well, he nudged Chi Yuan's shoulder and found that he had already fallen asleep.
"What about the little one? Does the little one want to hear?"
He patted his belly and hummed his baby's favorite lullaby.
I successfully coaxed myself to sleep.
...
The weather is getting colder, and the cold wind outside is howling, scattering fallen leaves everywhere.
Shen Yulou started telling stories to the baby again, leaning against the bedside.
You know what, this story of the eagle hatching chicks is quite interesting; he's become completely engrossed in this children's picture book.
Why aren't you wearing socks?
Chi Yuan appeared in front of Shen Yulou. As soon as he stopped, he frowned and stared at the socks that Shen Yulou had rubbed off.
"I'm hot."
Shen Yulou pointed to the heating air conditioner on the wall, which clearly showed a temperature of 29 degrees Celsius.
He pulled back the covers and grabbed Shen Yulou's feet; they weren't as cold as ice.
But it wasn't very warm either.
She looked into Chi Yuan's eyes, embarrassed, and realized that he practically had the words "Shen Yulou is a liar" written all over his face.
"My feet are always like this, always ice-cold."
"You've been warming my bed for so long, didn't you know?"
Pregnant women are often more irritable than usual, and even their speech is unconsciously tinged with grievance and reproach.
Hearing Shen Yulou's unusual tone, Chi Yuan leaned in and kissed him, then bent down to pick up the socks scattered on the ground and put them aside.
If he doesn't want to wear them, that's fine; his body temperature can still warm his feet.
"Don't be angry, I didn't mean to blame you."
"It's my fault, huh?"
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