Wen Qing smiled.
Ji Yanjun looked at her and saw her gentle eyes and serene demeanor. His mood immediately improved, and he took her hand and said, "Come on, get up and let's go eat."
Wen Qing shook him off: "Liangliang and Hengheng are watching, why are you pulling and tugging at me?"
No sooner had Wen Qing finished speaking than Ji Yanjun shamelessly kissed her cheek with a "pop".
“You…” Wen Qing blushed slightly and kicked him.
Ji Yanjun smiled mischievously and put his arm around her, saying, "What's wrong with an old married couple holding hands openly?"
"rogue."
Ji Yanjun laughed: "Wife, come on, let's eat."
"asshole."
"Yes, my wife is right." Ji Yanjun put his arm around Wen Qing and led her to the table, pulled out a chair for her, and got her chopsticks.
Wen Liang couldn't help but smile as he watched from the side. If it were the first time he had seen Ji Yanjun treat his sister like this, he might not have been used to it, but he had seen it often. In addition to feeling warm, the scene looked inexplicably harmonious.
"Liangliang, Hengheng, come and eat," Ji Yanjun called out.
"Okay." The two went to the table and began to eat.
After dinner, Wen Liang sat for a while before returning to school.
Wen Qing called Yao Shiling, and Hengheng sat next to Wen Qing listening.
Ji Yanjun then went to wash the dishes and pots.
After Wen Qing hung up the phone, Heng Heng went to play with Ji Yanjun on her own, because Wen Qing was reading, drawing, or making clothes and did not allow anyone to disturb her.
Therefore, Ji Yanjun and Hengheng are very well-behaved during this time every day.
"Dad." Hengheng sat on the carpet in the living room, next to a pile of comic books.
Ji Yanjun, holding a book, sat on the sofa reading without looking up and asked, "What is it?"
"I need to poop."
"...Go."
"Then you'll wipe my bottom later."
Ji Yanjun: "..."
"Daddy, you have to wipe my bottom because my arms are too short to reach it. A baby who doesn't wipe his bottom isn't a good baby."
Ji Yanjun: "..."
Hengheng stood up and took off his pants, saying as he did so, "Dad, could you pull my pants down a bit? Otherwise, I might accidentally poop on them."
Ji Yanjun: "..."
"dad."
Ji Yanjun couldn't stand the chatterbox's torment any longer, so he put down his book and looked at Hengheng: "Comrade Ji Hengheng."
"Daddy." Little Hengheng stood on the carpet, revealing a bit of his little arm and leg. He was chubby and had clear, watery eyes as he looked at Ji Yanjun.
"Come here." Ji Yanjun's heart softened immediately.
"good."
Hengheng walked up to Ji Yanjun, who pulled down his pants to make sure he wouldn't pee on them, and then said, "Okay, go ahead."
Hengheng ran happily to the bathroom, her fair and tender little bottom jiggling as she ran.
Ji Yanjun couldn't help but think: What a fat... butt.
After wiping Hengheng's bottom, the father and son sat down to read again. As they read, Hengheng started talking again: "Dad."
Ji Yanjun, while looking at his book, asked, "What is it?"
"Dad, let's talk."
"What did you say?"
"Tell me, tell me, what should we eat for breakfast tomorrow?" Hengheng said.
Ji Yanjun slowly looked up from his book, then turned to Hengheng in disbelief and asked, "Are you hungry again?"
Yes, again.
Hengheng touched her tummy, looking at Ji Yanjun with innocent and pure eyes, and said, "It's not that I'm hungry, it's that my tummy is hungry."
"..."
A little while later, Hengheng lay on the dining table and ate half a bowl of white rice porridge with a spoon. After eating, she wanted to chat with Ji Yanjun.
Ji Yanjun looked at him and said, "Hengheng, shall we play a game?"
What game?
"Whoever speaks first is the little dog."
"What kind of game is this? Why can't we talk? Why do we become puppies when we talk? Dad, this game isn't fun, let's play something else, let's play..."
Ji Yanjun glanced at the time, then walked towards Wen Qing's studio, with Hengheng following behind: "Daddy, let's play 'Red Light, Green Light'. We can't move, but we can talk, okay, Daddy, Daddy..."
As soon as Ji Yanjun entered Wen Qing's studio, he put his arm around Wen Qing, deliberately buried his face in her shoulder, and whispered, "Your son is using his powers again..."
Wen Qing looked at Hengheng and then whispered, "He only acts like this with the two of us. The doctor said that children this age are in the stage of learning to talk. Except for introverted children, most of them love to talk. Talking can promote brain development, so don't discourage his enthusiasm."
"……good."
"Then you go out and continue playing with your son, I'll read for a while longer," Wen Qing said with a smile.
Ji Yanjun: "Give me a kiss first."
Wen Qing turned her head and kissed his cheek.
"A kiss on the cheek won't do, it has to be a kiss on the lips."
Wen Qing: "...Turn your head around."
Ji Yanjun turned his head, and Wen Qing kissed him. Only then did Ji Yanjun carry Hengheng out to chat with her.
When Wen Qing finished reading and came out, Hengheng was already asleep in Ji Yanjun's arms. Ji Yanjun smiled, gently pinched Hengheng's little nose, and said with a smile, "Little chatterbox, you've finally stopped talking."
Wen Qing looked at the father and son and couldn't help but smile. She gently stepped forward and said, "Yanjun."
Ji Yanjun turned his head and asked, "Are you done with your work?"
"Mm." Wen Qing nodded.
Ji Yanjun turned his head and kissed Wen Qing. Wen Qing smiled, leaned in and kissed him: "Let me hold him for a while, you go take a shower first."
"good."
After taking a shower, Wen Qing and Ji Yan lay face to face on the bed.
Wen Qing looked at Ji Yanjun: "Aren't you tired of taking care of Hengheng?"
"good."
"Thank you for your hard work." Wen Qing reached out and touched Ji Yanjun's face. Ji Yanjun smiled and held her hand, saying, "Thank you for giving birth to him."
"Why?"
"Because your world is wonderful, because his world has another kind of wonder."
"acid."
Ji Yanjun smiled.
Wen Qing moved closer to Ji Yanjun and whispered, "Yanjun."
"Um."
Do you know?
"What?"
"Hengheng gives me a sense of realism."
"How so?" Ji Yanjun asked.
"Without Hengheng, I feel like we haven't escaped the shackles of our past lives." As soon as Wen Qing finished speaking, Ji Yanjun couldn't help but hug Wen Qing tightly.
Wen Qing was taken aback and asked, "Yanjun, what's wrong?"
After a long silence, Ji Yanjun said, "I want to hold you tight, because I'm afraid you'll be gone."
Wen Qing smiled: "Such a thing will never happen again in this lifetime."
"Mmm." Ji Yanjun kissed Wen Qing's forehead: "Go to sleep."
"Mmm," Wen Qing responded, then closed her eyes.
Ji Yanjun didn't fall asleep. Instead, he held Wen Qing tightly in his arms. As he held her, he suddenly remembered that in his first life, he had also held Wen Qing in the same way.
By then, Wen Qing had already stopped breathing; as I held her, her body grew cold.
He didn't believe it, he didn't believe it.
He and Qingqing had just fallen in love.
He and Qingqing had just gotten married.
He clearly planned to have another child with Qingqing.
Clearly... but Qingqing is really gone.
Liang Wenhua said, "Wen Qing is dead."
Ji Ningzhi said, "Wen Qing is dead."
Ji Yousheng said, "Wen Qing is dead."
Zhang Fangfang said, "Wen Qing is dead."
He refused to believe it, he just wouldn't believe it. He held Wen Qing's body tightly, not letting anyone touch her. He yelled and screamed in the hospital room, threatening to fight anyone who tried to touch Wen Qing.
Finally, Yao Shiling came over, slapped him awake, and told him that Wen Qing was dead, that she had died of illness. She told him to open his eyes and see how thin and weak Wen Qing looked now, and to think about the resentment Wen Qing had towards him. She knew she wouldn't want him to hold her.
While he was lost in thought, Yao Shiling snatched Wen Qing away, hugged her, and wept bitterly.
On the day of Wen Qing's funeral, it seemed as if the heavens were sensing something, and it rained day and night for a week. During that week, Ji Yanjun didn't go anywhere; he just lay on the big bed he shared with Wen Qing, and stayed there for another half a month.
Liang Wenhua comes to persuade him every day.
Zhang Fangfang comes to check every day.
Ji Yousheng would come over and say a few words every day.
...But the person who used to appear before him every day did not appear. She did not appear, and from now on, she would not exist in any corner of this world.
Qingqing...
His green...
Qingqing will never argue with him again.
I will never throw things in front of him again.
She will never again jump on him and kiss him with joy because of his concern.
Never again...
He held her clothes and pillow and wept bitterly.
If he had cared for her even a little, if he had insisted on taking her to Xia City, he wouldn't have been arguing with his family every day. If he hadn't stormed out after that argument, she wouldn't have lost her child. If he hadn't been annoyed by her "acting out" and had deliberately kept their distance to cool off, her illness wouldn't have been delayed; or rather, if he had taken care of her, she wouldn't have gotten sick at all…
But there's no such thing as "if" in this world! There isn't! There isn't!
Qingqing will never come back!
Ji Yanjun was filled with remorse and despair, but he couldn't bring Wen Qing back to life. He began to grow thinner and more despondent each day, until he finally fell ill.
Ji Yousheng and Liang Wenhua were terrified and rushed him to the hospital. The doctor said that his will to live was too weak and that he had an instinctive tendency to commit suicide, so he was in great danger.
Liang Wenhua and Ji Ningzhi lay on his hospital bed and cried bitterly.
Ji Yanjun remained unmoved, frequently falling into a deep sleep or rambling incoherently, leaving everyone helpless.
At this point, Zhang Fangfang suggested that Yao Shiling come over.
At first, Ji Ningzhi went to invite Yao Shiling, but Yao Shiling was unwilling to come. Wen Qing was dead, and the Wen family and the Ji family had no connection whatsoever.
Then Ji Yousheng and Liang Wenhua went to Shuiwan Village to beg Yao Shiling, practically kneeling before her, before she finally came to the hospital to see Ji Yanjun.
When Ji Yanjun heard that Yao Shiling had arrived, his mind cleared somewhat, and he called out, "Mom."
Yao Shiling sat quietly on the edge of the bed and said, "I didn't raise Wen Qing. If I had, I would have taught her to be tactful and worldly-wise. I would have told her that men are unreliable, but she herself is reliable. I would have made sure she didn't marry into your family."
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