"have!"
Gu Mo was a little surprised and frightened by his situation and had to answer quickly.
"My wife brought a lotus flower and asked about your condition. She said she was here to check on your son as your stepmother. She also said that when you wake up, you should look at the lotus flower. It might help you get better faster."
Upon hearing this, Shen Junsheng of course noticed the harsh word "stepmother". Of course, he was more concerned about the lotus flowers that Sheng Wu sent.
"Lotus?" He turned around and looked around the room, but didn't find any flowers.
Seeing this, Gu Mo regretted throwing the flower away, and his face looked embarrassed.
"Master, I was afraid she had bad intentions, so I threw the lotus into the trash can in the corridor..."
The volume of the following words became lower and lower, and Gu Mo was a little afraid to look at Shen Junsheng's expression.
really.
"Bang!"
"Who told you to throw away the things she gave you?"
The moment he finished saying this, Shen Junsheng punched Gu Mo in the face. His body, which had just woken up, was still shaking slightly from the excessive force.
Gu Mo was a little unstable for a moment after being hit by the punch, but he also knew that Shen Junsheng was in a bad mood at the moment, so he could only stand there and admit his mistake.
"I was wrong."
"Flowers, lotus flowers..." But Shen Junsheng had no time to listen to his apology. After punching him, he immediately rushed out of the ward, looking around with his scarlet pupils, and sure enough, he found a trash can three meters to the right of the door.
He immediately rushed over, knelt on the ground and searched the trash can desperately.
"Young Marshal! Young Marshal!"
Seeing this, the soldiers on duty nearby were frightened and wanted to go up and pull him up, but were stopped by Gu Mo who was driven out.
"Don't move."
Hearing this, the soldiers had no choice but to obey without knowing why.
The trash can was half a meter high. Shen Junsheng, who was about 1.9 meters tall, was half-kneeling. He was rummaging through the messy trash can as if he was crazy, and the bandages on his body were already bleeding.
Fortunately, he was the only patient on this floor, so there was no dirty, smelly garbage, basically just waste paper and some plastic.
After a while, Shen Junsheng really found the lotus flower that was discarded in the afternoon.
Fortunately, the flower is still alive and has not withered.
The moment he saw the lotus, Shen Junsheng's tense heart finally came alive. He carefully placed the lotus in the palm of his hand, and a smile that had been lost and regained appeared on his face in an instant, but the man's smile was particularly sad, his scarlet eyes were misty, and veins on his forehead bulged.
Deep in the black eyes was a hidden and extremely restrained love.
It doesn't seem like simply finding a lotus flower, but...
Found the long lost person.
That day, Gu Mo seldom saw the decisive and ruthless young general on the battlefield, and he shed tears.
The memories came to an abrupt end. Gu Mo came back to his senses and looked at Shen Junsheng who was sleeping in the dim light. His eyes couldn't help but darken. The reactions of the master and the young marshal today had already proved that his wife was the same person eight years ago.
Even if the logic is wrong, the two people's reactions cannot deceive anyone.
So, the young marshal must have recognized her from the very beginning. But he never exposed the matter. Was it because the wife chose the master this time?
......
Shen Qinghuan didn't sleep that night.
The fan that was supposed to be given to Sheng Wu is now in her hands again.
She was sitting at the door, the same place where Sheng Wu had sat alone in thin clothes that day.
It was like I was experiencing the path she had walked and feeling the taste of loneliness.
As the night deepened, most of the lights in the Shen residence went out.
There were no lights on in Shen Qinghuan's yard. Only the faint light of the incomplete moon in the night could dim her vision.
Summer cicadas chirped all around, but beyond the commotion there was a silent, dead silence.
Shen Qinghuan sat at the doorstep, lowered her head and eyes, slowly opened the fan, and slowly stroked the words on it with her white knuckles. She recognized Shen Guiwu's handwriting.
The sentence "I enjoy the pure joy of white tea and nothing else to do. I am waiting for the wind and for you" was written by my father.
As for the line "I am thinking of leaving now with bitter wine and broken willows, there is no wind, no moon and no you", she guessed that it was written by the woman her father had been thinking about for eight years. Now, looking at it carefully, the handwriting has some shadows of her father's handwriting, just like
Awu's handwriting is the same as what her father taught her.
Come to think of it, Awu really couldn't write at first. It was her father who taught her step by step a few days ago. So, her father must know something, so how could he not recognize the person he had loved for so many years.
How could I be so stupid as to actually think that my father would use Awu as a substitute?
Shen Qinghuan lowered her cold and heroic face, with a straight nose and beautiful features that looked particularly indifferent and sad under the moonlight. She slowly raised her hand and touched the words on the fan, especially the word Qinghuan.
She just felt it was hot, because Sheng Wu had also written "Qing Huan" for her over and over again in the handwriting his father taught him, even if it was just for practice.
If Awu is the woman from eight years ago, then she is not only the one that the eldest brother has loved deeply and missed for eight years!
She is also the mistress of the Shen family whom my father has married in a formal ceremony!
It’s also myself, the one who can’t keep my heart!
Why is this happening?
She thought Awu was just a substitute for the woman from that year, a shadow that her father and elder brother reminisced about the past, and a poor person trapped in the backyard of the Shen mansion.
But tonight, the reactions of her eldest brother and father couldn't be more obvious. They all loved Awu, and they had actually known who Awu was for a long time! Only she, the only one who still believed that she was the one who could save Shengwu, and that she could take Awu away from this place and escape the pain of the substitute.
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