Reborn as a top-notch little wife

The only thing he could do was to keep running away, running away from her, running away from himself who couldn't help but ask questions, and running away from the arrival of the last moment.

Xi Changchang slept soundly, and she always felt a warm feeling on her face, as if something was caressing her gently.

She frowned and finally opened her eyes impatiently. The room was empty, with only a few lights from the window reflecting on the curtains.

The room was vaguely filled with the smell of cigarette smoke.

It's so familiar that it makes people's hearts feel a little sour.

The next day was Monday. It was already noon when Xi Changchang woke up, and she was still alone in the room.

Just like the past ten days, this was the first time that she felt that the room felt uncomfortable and empty.

It turns out that the same thing has different moods and different feelings when you look at it.

In the past, she was waiting for Zhong Jiamu to come back. This was their home.

Now I just feel deserted, it turned out that she was the only one.

Sniffling, she took a broom and planned to clean the room inside and out, boil a basin of hot water, and disinfect the tableware and other items.

Appropriate exercise to keep your mood happy.

Even if she loses Zhong Jiamu, she still has a child.

Not daring to move too much, she swept slowly. By the time she finished mopping the floor, two hours had passed.

Then I remembered that the tableware was still cooking on the gas, and now I was afraid that it would be boiled dry, so I hurried to the kitchen to take a look.

The water is boiling, and the small area is full of water vapor.

She turned off the gas and held a towel in one hand to hold the basin. She didn't know whether it was because she was in a trance or something, but she suddenly tripped. As soon as she let go, her right hand suddenly felt hot and painful, and then she heard the clatter of dishes in her ears.

Broken sound.

Her mind went blank, and there was heat in her right hand. She actually didn't feel any pain, and she calmly walked to the living room and called Zhong Jiamu.

She only thought of Zhong Jiamu.

The call was quickly connected, and she said: "Zhong Jiamu."

Zhong Jiamu seemed a little surprised. Xi Changchang had never called him during class. After a while, he said: "Yeah." He was silent for a while, and then asked again: "What's wrong? Is something wrong?

What happened?"

Xi Changchang said: "When will you come back today?"

Zhong Jiamu was silent for a while, and then his tone became calmer: "Don't wait for me tonight." His tone became even colder: "I have to go to class, so I'll leave first."

Then, busy signals came one after another.

Xi Changchang hung up the phone after a while, and then felt a burning pain in his right hand, as if thousands of red-hot thorns were pricking him, so densely packed that he didn't even have a chance to breathe.

The back of my right hand has become swollen, and the flesh on it is abnormally red.

She picked up her coat and hurried to the hospital alone.

Stopping the car at the gate of the community, she gave the name of the hospital and got in. Familiar buildings on both sides passed by row after row.

It was a scenery she had not seen for two months. She thought she would never see it again, but in the end she came back for him.

But he doesn't want her anymore.

After she finally fell in love with him and trusted him wholeheartedly, he suddenly didn't want her anymore.

It used to be that even if she suddenly frowned, he would be extremely nervous, but now that her hands were so burned, he wouldn't even look back.

Suddenly, there was a cold feeling on the back of my hand, and tears fell one after another.

She wiped it off with her left hand, but it quickly came back and she couldn't wipe it away.

The harder she tried to suppress it, the fiercer her tears became.

Finally, she couldn't bear it anymore and sobbed like a child.

The driver who was driving was an old master. He looked back in the rearview mirror and said, "Little girl, oh, this burn is serious enough. Please bear with me. I'll drive faster. We'll be there in a while."

She nodded randomly, still just crying.

The old master was really quick at seeing things, and he arrived at the hospital in a short time.

I went to the emergency room and was put on ointment, and my whole hand was wrapped like a bun.

The tears had long since stopped, but the salt on his face made him rustle and wrinkle.

On the way back, she was not as hurried as when she came here. She walked step by step, and the people coming and going on the street, it was time to get off work, were all rushing back.

Half a year ago, she thought this was happiness, having a stable job, but she complained every day but still couldn't resist going to work on time every day, then waiting to get off work, waiting to go home, and having a husband who was not cool with her nagging.

, and a child whose grades give her a headache every year.

But a few days ago, she also had her own happiness.

Zhong Jiamu is her happiness.

But now, she has lost both ordinary happiness and Zhong Jiamu.

She was such an ordinary person, but she just encountered a firework, but she believed it to be true.

When Zhong Jiamu said he loved her, he meant it, and when he said he loved her forever, he also meant it.

He meant everything he said sincerely, but how long can a seventeen-year-old man maintain his sincerity?

She suddenly remembered Mrs. Xianglin's words. She was really stupid.

Zhong Jiamu can be a ball of fire, but she can just be that moth.

Even though I was happy at that time, it turned out to be just a dream for a moment, fleeting.

Just walking and thinking about it, I actually arrived at the door of my house. My pockets on both sides were empty. I had just hurried out and forgot to bring my keys.

I didn’t bring my mobile phone with me, and even if I called Zhong Jiamu, the result would probably be the same.

There is no sunlight in the corridor all year round, and the weather after the beginning of autumn seems even colder, as if the cold air is rising up along the soles of the feet. I have just walked so much, and now I feel tired.

Physically and mentally exhausted.

The stairs were too cold to sit on, so Xi Changchang walked to the corner and squatted down, hugging him and curling up into a ball.

In front of me was the cold security door. I remembered that when Zhong Jiamu came home in the past, even if she brought the key, she would never use it. She would just knock on the door and wait for her to open it. Such a disturbing thing, but she still had a confident face: "I am giving

You have the chance to take me home."

She took him home.

But now she can't even get in.

It turns out that the key to happiness has always been with him, and she has never been able to do anything about it.

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This was what Zhong Jiamu saw when he came back. Xi Changchang was curled up in a ball in the corner, with his face buried in his knees.

His movements couldn't help but slow down, and he stayed for a moment before quietly walking over. She seemed to have fallen asleep without even raising her head.

He touched her hair and called her softly: "Smile." She then raised her head. There were marks on her face that were pressed by the clothes, and her eyes were still a little dazed, but she seemed to be startled for a moment when she saw him.

He felt a little indifferent for a moment and turned his eyes flatly.

"Why don't you go in?"

"Forgot to bring the key." She still didn't look at him and stood up as she spoke. However, after squatting for too long, her legs were numb and she couldn't even stand steady. Zhong Jiamu helped her support her: "Why?

Won’t you call me?”

Xi Changchang turned away and did not answer.

Her face was very close, but there was obvious stubbornness and indifference on it. Zhong Jiamu felt an uncontrollable coldness rising in his heart, but he couldn't ask, couldn't bear to look, so he just took out the key and opened the door.

The only sound in the entire corridor was the sound of metal clicking as the door opened. Xi Changchang followed him in, without saying a word, and just turned around and returned to his room.

She was wearing a big coat. She was curled up just now, and then she stood up and just followed him. He hadn't noticed until now, but now when he looked at her back, he saw that the white gauze was vaguely visible under the sleeves of the coat.

Zhong Jiamu was stunned for a moment before rushing over and grabbing Xi Changchang's arm. His right hand, which was wrapped like a bun, was immediately exposed.

Zhong Jiamu narrowed his eyes: "What's going on?"

She had originally made up her mind to ignore him, but she still couldn't bear the grievance and sadness in her heart. Xi Changchang tried to pull back her hand angrily: "I don't want you to worry about it." But with just such a sentence, she still felt uncontrollably sad.

, she turned away, and before she could restrain herself, tears fell down.

Her tears fell drop by drop, as if they were burning oil, burning his heart with holes. It was difficult for Zhong Jiamu to even speak: "You called me today, didn't you..."

Thinking of that phone call, Xi Changchang's tears fell even more fiercely.

There was no need to ask anymore. When she was injured, she called him to ask if he wanted to come back, but he only suspected that she asked about the time and wanted to go out with others.

His expression was a little tired, and there were bloodshot eyes that couldn't be concealed. He was obviously more mature and melancholy than before. Xi Changchang lowered his eyes and told him the decision he had made in the afternoon: "I will pack my things later and go back tomorrow."

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Here, she has no reason to stay.

Zhong Jiamu didn't answer, but wrapped his hands around her left hand, which was cold in the corridor, and asked her: "Is it still cold?"

His words were soft, as if they were the same as before. On the train, he held her hand in the same way and asked: "Are you tired?"

But his shoulder was no longer something she could rely on.

He had obviously made up his mind, but with just such a simple sentence, it seemed as if all the sweetness in the past was brought out.

Xi Changchang tried hard to pull out her hand, but he held her tightly and refused to let go. He looked at her and said, "I'm sorry."

"You're not sorry for me, I was just careless." Xi Changchang tried hard to clarify that even if they were separated, she didn't want any debt between them.

Zhong Jiamu looked into her eyes: "It's my fault, I didn't take good care of you. When you needed me, I wasn't by your side, leaving you alone to hurt, cry, and grieve alone. It was me before

I want too much and want too much. I cast a curse on myself to make you feel sad with me." After a pause, he spoke again as if he had made some decision: "I figured it out.

As long as you are by my side."

He took a long breath: "No matter how you feel in your heart, as long as I love you, that's enough."

He rarely said so many words in one breath. When Xi Changchang listened, the only thing he knew clearly was the last sentence that he loved her.

Just this sentence is enough.

The speculations of the past few days and the sadness of this day have all disappeared.

She didn't quite understand everything he said, but with just this sentence, she understood that these days were still her random thoughts during a special period.

Although she tried her best to avoid it, she still couldn't help but feel sorry for herself, and she wrote and acted a bitter drama.

But thinking about his indifference last night, she still felt aggrieved. She pouted and complained: "But you were mean to me yesterday."

Zhong Jiamu smiled and just held her in his arms: "I'm sorry."

"You told me so coldly that I didn't need to worry about it."

He gently pecked her lips: "I was wrong."

"You still hung up on me at noon."

Zaipeck: "I won't do it again in the future."

After a short pause, Xi Changchang continued to complain: "You have ignored me these past few days."

"I will pester you every day from now on."

"You told me that I don't have to take care of it, but you actually told me that you have to take care of it!" Xi Changchang continued to complain without anything to say.

Zhong Jiamu looked at her endlessly, finally frowned, and explained his true thoughts: "You are very nagging."

Xi Changchang looked at him angrily: "You still think I'm nagging!"

"I love you." Zhong Jiamu smiled half-heartedly: "What else do you have to say?"

Xi Changchang was stunned for a moment, her ears still turned red quietly, but this time she didn't run away anymore, she stepped up and kissed him on the lips: "Me too."

It took Zhong Jiamu a while to react, and he looked at her with burning eyes: "Say it again."

Xi Changchang's head had already been buried in his chest, and his voice sounded muffled to his ears: "I don't want it."

She lowered her head, and all she could see was her ears that were so red that they were almost smoking.

As if a thought suddenly dawned on him, the haze that had been weighing on his heart instantly dissipated, and the ecstasy that surged in his heart almost overwhelmed him. However, deep down in his heart, there was some vague sadness, so he hesitated but said seriously: "If you want to

Know this - once you say it, I will take it seriously."

Will take it seriously, ask extravagantly, and want more.

I will want her to treat you wholeheartedly and I will want her wholehearted affection.

He had finally built up his defenses, as long as he loved her, and as long as she was by his side. But all it took was a fleeting word from her to make everything he had done completely useless and in vain.

When he thinks about heaven and when he thinks about hell, she is his thought.

Xi Changchang only felt that what he was saying now was becoming more and more confusing. How could this be taken seriously?

However, she has been wary of worrying too much lately. Books say that pregnancy can lead to emotional problems, so she tries hard not to think too much.

She tried her best to muddle through many things and questions, and tried not to think about them.

Shaking her head, seemingly throwing away her doubts, she raised her head and demanded: "You can't ignore me from now on, you can't be cruel to me, and you can't not listen to my phone calls."

Zhong Jiamu smiled and touched the tip of her round nose: "You can't ignore me from now on, you can't lie to me, you can't not love me."

Xi Changchang reacted and yelled: "It's not fair!"

Her demands are very small, while his demands are very big.

Zhong Jiamu glanced at Xi Changchang, maybe it was because she was so dark, she was not so easy to deceive now.

This is not a good sign. I should be more restrained around him in the future, otherwise it will dye her too dark.

Lowering his eyes, Zhong Jiamu changed the topic without leaving any trace: "Have you had dinner?"

Xi Changchang immediately lowered his head: "Not yet."

Only now did she remember that she hadn't eaten anything today and she couldn't bear to be hungry. She didn't feel it at first, but now that he mentioned it, she felt hungry and her body was limp and weak.

So, the two of them went to eat.

Perhaps it is only after certain setbacks that we can truly experience those deeper satisfactions and joys. Because of the irritability and uneasiness of the past few days, I know how to cherish everything in front of me.

Two people were sitting in the dining area on the basement floor. It was not the time to eat. There were not many people dining. Apart from them, there were only a few student-like people sitting in twos and threes. The few waiters were also bored, either in a daze or watching.

chat.

Xi Changchang couldn't pick up anything with her right hand, so Zhong Jiamu kept feeding her, even though no one was paying attention, she still felt embarrassed.

He pushed Zhong Jiamu: "I can just use my left hand."

Zhong Jiamu actually didn't insist and Wuyan handed her the chopsticks in his hand.

Xi Changchang took the chopsticks in his left hand and tried hard to pick up a piece of meat on the plate, once, twice, three times...

Seeing that this piece of meat had successfully escaped for the nth time, the plate was already a mess that she had ravaged.

Zhong Jiamu, who seemed to understand everything, took the chopsticks out of her hand without haste, picked them up slowly and handed them to her mouth.

Xi Changchang bit the food in his mouth and looked depressed: "Am I unable to take care of myself for the time being?"

Zhong Jiamu comforted her kindly: "It's okay, I can help you eat, write, read, and take a bath."

Take a shower?! Fortunately, he said it seriously.

Xi Changchang declined angrily: "No, you have to go to school again."

Zhong Jiamu looked generous: "I'll take leave first to stay with you at home. Don't worry, during this time, I will be your third hand."

The Third Hand?! Originally a literary Qiong Yao drama, it instantly became a police drama, with a somewhat terrifying atmosphere.

Thinking of Princess Huanzhu, Erkang opened his nostrils and looked at Ziwei affectionately: "Ziwei, from now on I will be your eyes."

Looking at her paws that were wrapped into pig's trotters, and at Zhong Jiamu who was helping her pick up the vegetables with a serious look on her face, Xi Changchang sighed silently.

It seems that they really don't have sensational cells.

After finishing the meal, she came out. It was already a bit cold outside. Zhong Jiamu hugged her and walked forward. Fortunately, there were many people on the street, so she felt a bit chilly due to the excitement.

Many people on the street have already put on autumn clothes, but after all, there are only a few people like Xi Changchang who wrap themselves up tightly in coats. Most girls only wear thin autumn clothes, which are usually worn nowadays.

Fashionable curly hair, wearing either cute or mature boots.

Xi Changchang was very envious: "When the child...when things are over, I will also perm my hair and wear high boots." A beautiful woman with the temperament of Yang Xi came closer.

Zhong Jiamu lowered his head and asked: "What child?"

She changed so quickly, could he hear it? Xi Changchang laughed dryly: "What kid?"

Zhong Jiamu was obviously not easy to dismiss: "You just said you were waiting for a child, what child?"

Xi Changchang felt a small breeze blowing in his heart, and the hairs on his hair stood on end. He didn't dare to look at him, and wandered around. Suddenly, he glanced at a small facade on the side of the road, with a cute picture of a "naked" baby on it.

He smiled at her and quickly said, "I saw that the child is very cute, hehe, hehe."

Zhong Jiamu looked unbelieving and still stared at her: "Really?"