In the end, it was Yang Shushu who stopped Yu Xinggui's tears, and she only said one sentence.
"Xiao Yu, Xiao Yu, don't cry. Your crying makes me feel uncomfortable. I want to cry with you."
Yu Xinggui's tears suddenly stopped like a floodgate that had been suddenly closed. He wiped his face and smiled slightly, "Well, I won't cry anymore. Don't cry, and don't be sad."
Mu Shicang looked at his cousin, whom he had always been reluctant to look at, and suddenly felt that he was becoming more and more annoying.
Yang Shushu was actually a little stunned by his words "I love you", so she took the opportunity to change the subject. Mu Shicang saw that Yu Xinggui, this little light bulb, was really an eyesore here, so he directly drove him away: "Xinggui, you haven't been home for so long, your mother must be worried, I'll ask someone to take you home."
When talking about going home, Yu Xinggui's body stiffened, and fear and disgust flashed in his eyes. Yang Shushu looked reluctant to let him go. This was a very accustomed feeling. She was the oldest one in the orphanage, and she couldn't help but comfort her younger brothers and sisters when she saw them crying.
"Xiao Yu, it's okay. I'll let your second brother go back with the others later. Then I'll let your second brother explain to your mother. Your mother won't blame you since he's there."
Yu Xinggui lowered his head and said nothing. Mu Shicang was very unhappy and turned to look at Yang Shushu: "Why should I get involved in their mother and daughter's affairs?"
Yang Shushu tutted and was about to speak when Yu Xinggui suddenly stood up, turned around and rushed out of the ward. Yang Shushu was startled and was about to get out of bed, but Mu Shicang pushed her back: "He's not a child anymore, what do you have to worry about?"
Yang Shushu struggled a bit, a little angry: "You know what his mental state is like, do you want to watch him commit suicide again?"
Seeing that she was angry with him because of another man, the smile on Mu Shicang's face became more gentle. He raised his hand and gently touched her head, his tone indescribably hoarse and light: "Shushu, have you forgotten something?"
"Forget your sister, forget?" Yang Shushu was pressed there and couldn't get up. She choked without looking at him.
Until she felt the familiar feeling at the back of her neck again, she tried to look up suddenly, but it was too late. The flesh at the back of her neck was tightly grasped in someone's hand, and she couldn't move it.
Yang Shushu was speechless. It seemed that this mentally ill person was not possessed by a ghost, but just had occasional mental breakdowns.
She turned her face slightly to the side, trying to catch his expression with her peripheral vision, but she couldn't see clearly. She just felt the hand kneading the back of her neck, which made her feel comfortable, but also implied a certain threat, as if telling her to think carefully before answering the questions.
"Mu Shicang, let go of my hand." Yang Shushu's tone was like a devil's fangs sucking blood, and every word was squeezed out between her teeth.
Mu Shicang: "Heh... Shushu, don't be angry in front of me, okay?"
Yang Shushu: "..." This was clearly a very normal question sentence, which seemed to have a hint of pleading. Why could she hear a different meaning in it?
It's like saying: If you dare to get angry with me, I'll break your little neck right now!
She had never changed her opinion of him, but now, with just one pinch, she was back to the way things were before liberation. Yang Shushu never knew how to submit, but she was always afraid of others touching her neck, whether it was scratching or clawing, she felt extremely insecure, just like a cat. Once her neck was pinched, she couldn't move, no matter from front to back.
When she was a child, she even wondered if she was a cat demon in her previous life and that this life was just a training session. She told this idea to Grandma Yang, who almost made her laugh to death.
But later, she accidentally saw Grandma Yang's diary, and she mentioned her habit. She then learned that she was still a baby, abandoned at the door of the orphanage when she was two or three months old. At that time, the orphanage had just opened and there were not many children. In addition to Grandma Yang, there was only one caregiver in the orphanage. When she was about one year old, Grandma Yang was not there. The caregiver was taking care of another sick child and did not notice her. She was playing with the curtains and almost strangled herself. Since then, she was very afraid of others touching her neck and would not dare to move if touched.
This psychological shadow was brought directly into this world along with her soul, so every time Mu Shicang pinched her neck, she was the most angry, but she was angry and unable to move, unlike usual when she would fight back.
Feeling the body under his hands stiffening, Mu Shicang suddenly felt a strange feeling. He had often threatened her like this before, but at that time he was just a simple threat, and his mood was completely different from the one at this moment.
He let go of her hand and touched the top of her head instead: "Shushu, don't forget, you are my wife. If you are too gentle to other men, it will be considered cheating."
The restraint on her neck loosened, and Yang Shushu turned over and stood up, ignoring her injured foot, and kicked out directly: "I dared to elope with a man, and I am gentle to other men. What can you do to me?"
Mu Shicang leaned back and grabbed her foot, finding that it was the injured one. He quickly moved his hand down and then gently grabbed it to prevent her from moving. He raised his eyes to look at her face and suddenly stopped.
He already remembered what the face in front of him looked like: an oval face, light eyebrows, almond eyes, a small and upturned nose, and although the shape of the mouth was ordinary, it was small and cute, especially with the small bead on the upper lip, which made people want to take a bite.
In general, this face may not be stunningly beautiful, but it is very soft and cute, making people want to bully it. It should be the type that many men like.
But those seemingly fragile eyes were like an unbreakable rock, and no one could shake the power hidden in them. However, it was not appropriate to use such a description to describe a girl with a soft and sweet appearance, but there was such a light in Yang Shushu's eyes.
But what was going on now? Her eyes were slightly red. Although she looked strong and gritting her teeth, he could see the deep fragility in her eyes, as if he had just touched the thing she feared most.
He loosened his grip on her calf, and Yang Shushu took the opportunity to pull her hand back, then kicked him off the bed with her other foot.
Mu Shicang seemed to be unable to react and was kicked to the ground by her. He looked up at her blankly, and at this moment, he saw her arrogant and triumphant laughter. The fragility he saw just now seemed like an illusion.
In order to avoid having her neck pinched, Yang Shushu quickly shrank back into the quilt and secretly made up her mind to get rid of this psychological shadow.
Mu Shicang sat on the ground for a while, and the phone happened to ring. He picked it up, listened for a while, slowly stood up, and looked at Yang Shushu on the hospital bed with a strange look. Yang Shushu pulled the quilt tightly with caution, her eyes wide open: What are you going to do again?
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