After Marrying the Sick and Weak Son, I Turned Around Chapter 120

   Chapter 120 Nightmare

  Whether he can see the blind man, at least let people see it, know that she is careful, and try to keep it for him.

   "Oh." It turned out that, Su Anan gave Cuiyan an admiring look, "Okay."

  Cuiyan smiled and went to clean up the tableware.

   As soon as Shen Juncheng arrived at Rundexuan, Chaosheng handed over a letter.

   When I took it apart, it was Maoming's.

   He shook his head and indifferently put the letter in the censer and burned it.

   That fellow was curious enough to know that he would check.

   has been the most suspicious of imperial families since ancient times.

   A green smoke gradually rose from the censer…

   Chaosheng reported his observation, and in a day's effort, he had already figured out the location of the mansion.

   He went with the master only after he arrived in Shenzhuang, and he didn't know the layout of the mansion before.

   Speaking of the layout, he mentioned Dimo ​​Xuan, Shen Yong's study.

  Many people are guarding it, and they are not allowed to approach.

  Shen Juncheng hummed, Shen Yong cautious, even if he left the house, the study center would be guarded, as expected.

   Night came quietly.

   It was Su Anan who took a bath first.

   Washed her hair today, and she had to hang it for a while after twisting it, so she didn't get on the bed, sat at the table, picked up an embroidery frame, and started embroidering.

  Since I promised to prepare it for him, I have to put it into practice, it's fine anyway.

  She threaded the needle, holding the needle in her hand, and sat by the candlelight to embroider.

   When Shen Juncheng came out of the medicinal bath, she saw her sitting under the candlelight, holding the embroidery bandage, embroidering carefully, and didn't even notice that he came out.

   The candles were shining brightly, reflecting on her side face, looking a bit hazy and inexplicable, and it was a little blocked at noon, and it dissipated in an instant.

   He sat back on the bed and asked casually, "What are you doing?"

  Su Anan looked back at him, and said, "I'm embroidering a veil for my husband."

   "Well, what embroidery pattern?"

   "Is Clivia okay?"

"Row."

  No, there is no way, Su Anan has already started.

   She looked back and said while embroidering, "I have taken a nap before, so I'm not sleepy for the time being. Husband, please rest early."

  Shen Juncheng leaned halfway on the bed, glanced at her, and gave a faint hum.

   Being on the same roof with her, he couldn't read books or anything, but he was bored, so he simply took off the white gauze and lay down, closing his eyes and resting.

   There is a faint scent of agarwood in the house…

   He turned over and thought, she should have ordered the soothing incense sent by Song Xingyuan.

   This fellow has a good conscience, and the incense he sent seems to be really soothing, making people very relaxed.

  Thinking about it, he slowly got tired, and soon, he fell asleep.

   He was dreaming.

  Dream of winter when I was eight years old.

   The snow was flying, and he was still happily building a snowman in the yard. His mother sat on the porch, hugged Mrs. Tang to watch him play, and gently told him, "The snow is heavy, Chenger, come back quickly, don't catch a cold."

   He is very skinny, his hands are red from the cold, and he doesn't want to come back and continue to play.

  The mother was also helpless, so she had no choice but to let him go, and then let the servant girl look at him, and don't let the young master fall.

  The son of the general door, his father's education is very strict, and the boy's bump is normal. But the mother was still reluctant, and the father was strict, so the mother gave him enough love.

  The maids also know that the madam is precious, the young master, and followed closely and watched, "Master, the young master is slow, the snow is slippery, don't fall."

  The atmosphere is very good, with warmth, tranquility, cheers and laughter everywhere.

   He thought he would always be so happy until the bad news came.

  Father, die in battle!

   In an instant, the world turned and everything in the Shen residence changed.

  There are swirling paper money everywhere, and it landed in the mud, where he played...

  The emperor was in grief and ordered the whole country to mourn for three days.

   For a time, there were cries everywhere, after which his mother held him and washed her face in tears day and night.

   Those days were grey.

   He put away the temperament that worried his mother, and became obedient, obedient, quiet, and practiced martial arts in the morning, without ever being lazy.

   he thought, his father is gone, he has to get stronger, he has to get stronger.

   His mother was getting thinner and thinner, and he didn't think about tea and rice. He was anxious. At a young age, he knelt on the ground and made a serious oath. In the future, he will replace his father to protect his mother and hope that her mother will cherish her body.

The mother finally smiled reluctantly, with tears in her eyes, hugged him in her arms and promised, "Mother is fine, it will be fine in a while, fine, mother will watch Cheng'er grow up and become what your father used to be. ."

   He was relieved, thinking that his mother would never leave him.

   He became more and more diligent, and grew several times overnight.

   But sometimes, commitments are also fragile, and when the fragile wind blows, they dissipate.

   On a cold afternoon, he heard the bad news that his mother followed his father...

  Parents passed away one after another, and the children who were once doted on in every possible way lost the whole world all at once.

   That year, the snow was extraordinarily heavy and heavy, covering the entire capital, like a moment of silence for the couple.

   But he was blinded by the white, and ran out crying.

   Without the warm voice of his mother and the generous embrace of his father, he seemed to be abandoned, crumbling and going mad in the snow of the back mountain.

   "Husband? Husband?"

   Someone called him softly, but Shen Juncheng fell into a nightmare, so drowsy, he didn't wake up for a long time.

   Su An'an seemed very uncomfortable when he saw his eyebrows furrowed tightly, and immediately reached out to touch his forehead.

  The temperature is normal, just a little perspiration, she pulled her hand back, thinking, he is probably dreaming.

   Just as he was about to get up from the bed and go get him a sweat towel to wipe, his wrist was grabbed, followed by a force that pulled her directly into his arms.

   He hugged from behind, hugging so tightly that Su Anan could hear his heartbeat, and he whispered, "cold..."

  Su An froze for a moment and struggled.

  However, his hoop was so tight, she didn't struggle to open it for a moment, but instead gave him a little space, let his hand pass through her waist, and hug her tighter...

   Su Anan was embarrassed, and just wanted to break his arm, when he heard him whisper again, "Don't go..."

   She was stunned.

   Was this… said to her?

   So is he awake or not?

   turned his back and couldn't see his appearance, so he could only ask in a low voice, "You, what's the matter with you?"

   There was no echo, but the sound of breathing gradually and steadily.

   Noticed that the shackles around her waist were a little loose, she slowly opened his arms, and finally was able to escape, and immediately nestled in her own corner, holding the quilt and looking at him.

   This is the first time to look at his sleeping face, but it is quiet, but the eyebrows are still tightly wrinkled, it seems that he must have had a nightmare just now.

   She murmured secretly, what dream was she dreaming, it was still cold, it was summer and she was hot.

   hit the wind with her hand as a fan, she retracted her gaze, lifted the quilt, got in, and shrank to the innermost side, wishing she was three feet away.

  The night is silent again...

At the beginning of   卯, the sky was bright, and the maids who got up early began to clean, or whispered, and there was a rustling sound.

   Shen Juncheng will wake up.

   He had always been a light sleeper, dreamy, and worried, but it was rare that he slept until 90 hours and didn't wake up in the middle.

   Even though the beginning of this sleep was not good, the memories that had been in the bottom of his heart for many years, perhaps accompanied by returning to the mansion, suddenly appeared, making him fall into a nightmare.

   (end of this chapter)

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