When I woke up, the room was filled with a faint herbal smell, with a hint of bitterness.
The morning light was dim, and the faint sunlight cast a touch of elegance on the man. Hearing the movement of the person in the bed, the man fiddled with something in his hand, turned around, and smiled faintly, like the cold moonlight. He picked up the white gardenia on the table and handed it to her, saying sarcastically, "You smell too strong. Use this flower to get rid of the earthy smell."
Jing Xiaosan took the refreshing gardenia in a daze and looked around the house. It was shabby, and the quilt was covered with patches, but there was no smell of mold, only the fragrance of sunshine. She tugged at the quilt and suddenly remembered something. She grabbed the man's collar and said, "Where is the urn in my hand?"
The man smiled wickedly, showing no guilt at all, and said, "Oh, I threw it away."
Throw it away! He actually dared to throw it away!
She hastily lifted the cup. When the air touched her skin, it was still a little cold, and her legs were also a little cold. She lowered her eyes and saw that she was only wearing an outer robe, and her long, slender legs were exposed...
She was angry and ashamed at the same time, and the man looked at her exposed skin with dull eyes and said, "Your clothes were all washed away by the rain, so I changed them into mine for you."
He said it as if it was a matter of course, with an expression that was extremely irritating.
She pulled the quilt tightly to cover the part below her legs, and got out of bed with great difficulty, with the quilt dragging on the ground. The man looked at her with a look of heartache, and snorted in grievance, "The quilt is going to be dirty again..."
There was regret in his words.
She wanted to throw him into the chicken coop, gritting her teeth and saying, "You filthy rascal! You peeked at my body, and I haven't settled the score with you yet, so what's this quilt of yours to me?"
It was truly like a tiger in troubled waters being bullied by a dog. She had always been pampered and comfortable. She had never lived in such a shabby house, worn such smelly clothes, or slept under such patched quilts! She had never seen someone so poor and shabby.
The man smiled, his eyes gentle, and said, "The hooligan the girl is talking about probably has nothing to do with me. I asked the auntie next door to help you change these clothes. If you insist on calling someone a hooligan..." The man pointed out the window and said, "I think this auntie is the hooligan you are talking about."
Outside the window, an elderly woman carrying a vegetable basket happily approached the courtyard, calling out as she walked, "Shen family boy, I'm here to bring you some cabbage!"
The man responded calmly, looking at her, and said, "May I ask your name, young lady?"
She naturally wouldn't tell the man her name was Jing Xiaosan. The scent of gardenia still lingered on her fingertips, so she casually made up a story, "Jing Zhi. Zhi means gardenia blossoms."
"My name is Shen Mo, but I'm not the hooligan you're talking about." Shen Mo smoothed out the wrinkles on his clothes, then left Jing Zhi aside and left the room.
Jing Zhi put her head close to the window and saw his somewhat cold face. He was chatting with the aunt about family matters. He accepted the cabbage given by the aunt without hesitation, but he was not a person who would take advantage of others. He took a few eggs from the chicken coop and handed them to the aunt. Even when there was chicken shit stuck on his shoes, he didn't care and still maintained a faint smile.
The auntie asked with concern, "The girl has been in a coma for three days. Has she woken up?"
Shen Mo turned around and happened to meet her gaze. She lowered her eyes a little uncomfortably, and Shen Mo didn't know how to fool the aunt at this time. The aunt just glanced at the small house twice and left with some resentment.
After the auntie left, Jing Zhi searched the entire house, even taking out all of Shen Mo's clothes, but still couldn't find the urn. Angry, Jing Zhi shouted without caring about her image, "Shen Mo, where is my urn!"
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