The Little Brat’s Sweet And Sassy Chapter 29: Book with my wife

On the day I learned that Gu Tingyin was pregnant, the weather was exceptionally good.

The warm sunlight streamed along the window coffin to the desk. She stood on tiptoe and hurriedly pulled out a book from the shelf.

Shen Zhijin wrapped her waist from behind, holding the person firmly in her arms.

"What do you want to see? I'll get it for you."

Gu Tingyin turned her head to look, her almond eyes were bright:

""Sunspots"! "Black Holes and Time Warps"! No no, still "the

Universe

in

a

Nutshell"! Oops, isn't ThePhysicalUniverse better? "

Shen Zhijin laughed.

"Why all of a sudden see these?"

Every time she reads this kind of book, she goes away with high fighting spirit, throws away her armor and returns, waved her hand gracefully, and threw the book to him.

But if he looks at it for a long time, she will come again to take the book away and throw herself into his arms.

Gu Tingyin opened her black almond eyes with a serious expression:

"Prenatal education! Of course, we must start it as soon as possible! What if Tangtang is like me in the future and can't understand physics?"

The name Tangtang was just chosen.

She raised her finger to the bookshelf again and muttered in a soft voice:

"Are the few books just not enough? Or is it A Jin who will help Tang Tang choose?"

Shen Zhijin was stunned for a while, but she really didn't expect this to be the first thing she thought of, Jun Xiu's clean brows and eyes stretched with a smile.

"Is it too early?"

Gu Tingyin hummed softly.

"Where is it early? We must work hard from now on!"

Shen Zhijin helped her take down several books.

"Can I watch it with you?"

Gu Tingyin nodded again and again.

"If you don't understand, you can tell Tang Tang directly!"

The two sat down at the desk.

Gu Tingyin looked down at her flat belly, and instructed earnestly:

"Tangtang, you have to be more aggressive and try to be as smart as your father in the future! Mom even bought a telescope and a nebula atlas for you!"

Then, she picked up "ThePhysicalUniverse" on the top, opened it and read it carefully.

…

Fifteen minutes later, the book in Gu Tingyin's hand turned to the second page.

But her eyes were too sleepy to open, and her little head was a little bit.

Shen Zhijin plans to take her back to rest:

"Go to bed?"

"!"

Gu Tingyin snapped back to her senses and immediately shook her head to refuse:

"No, no! I haven't finished the book yet!"

She said, her eyes widened, and she stared at the book hard.

But within a minute, the writing was phantom, and her eyelids closed uncontrollably.

She struggles hard and begins to babble.

"Tangtang... today's prenatal education has not yet..."

Shen Zhijin couldn't resist her, and rubbed her hair.

"Then I will read it to you and Tangtang?"

Gu Tingyin finally relaxed and nodded:

"Good!"

Shen Zhijin hugged her from behind and helped her hold the book.

A deep and clear voice rang out in the quiet room.

After a long time, hearing her regular breathing, he finally stopped and lowered his eyes.

The sun fell on her eyelashes, casting a light shadow on her eyelids, and even fine hairs could be seen on her fair and clear skin.

He kissed her between the eyebrows, his palm lightly placed on her belly, and the corners of his lips curved slightly.

"Tangtang, Dad bought you a picture book and a brush."

"It's better to be like mom."

…

The night is dark.

Shen Zhijin slowly opened his eyes.

The room was dark.

He opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling, but he didn't seem to see anything.

He felt like something was pressing on him, so heavy that he could barely breathe.

He sat up and lifted the quilt, his chest heaving violently, breathing heavily, vying for the thin oxygen in the air.

Like a dying fish, it can't do anything but breathe.

The room was so quiet that he could even hear his own rapid heartbeat.

He held his heart firmly with one hand. Because of the force, his shirt was wrinkled, his knuckles were pale, and the veins on the back of his hand burst out.

Still can't fall asleep.

As soon as he closed his eyes, the fire was overwhelming, and his whole body hurt.

The cold moonlight outlines his thin and thin figure.

He curled up against the head of the bed, his only breath being suppressed to the point of suffocation.

The chest cavity seemed to have been dug out of a large hole, and the flesh was blurred.

With every breath, the icy wind frantically poured in, causing burning and tearing pain.

He opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

Finally, he lowered his head on his knees, his back shaking violently.

…

Another night of insomnia, he sat alone until dawn with his eyes open.

Someone knocked on the door and walked in.

"A Jin."

Uncle Qi walked in with the porridge and looked at him with a complicated look.

During this period of time, both Shen's father and Shen's mother fell ill, and Shen Zhijin kept locking himself here and staying out of the house.

Time seems to stand still.

He has a good relationship with Shen's father and Shen's mother, so he made a special trip to take care of Shen Zhijin.

"Let's eat something."

He handed the porridge over.

Shen Zhijin finally moved.

In just a few days, he lost a lot of weight, his eyes were blue and black, and his eyes were bloodshot.

He became sluggish, and it took him a while to realize what Uncle Qi was saying. He turned his stiff body and raised his hand to pick up the bowl of porridge.

But he didn't have any strength at this time, he couldn't catch the bowl of porridge, and fell to the ground with a "bang".

Shen Zhijin looked down, with no expression on his face. After a while, he finally realized that something had fallen on the ground, and he reached out to pick it up.

"A Jin!"

Uncle Qi quickly stopped him,

"The bowl is broken, I'll clean it up."

Saying that, he quickly cleaned up the mess.

Shen Zhijin looked at it for a while, then withdrew her gaze again, her eyes lacking any focus.

Uncle Qi sighed inwardly.

"Ajin, you can't keep eating or drinking like this, your body can't stand it. I'll go and serve you another bowl."

Shen Zhijin still didn't speak.

During this time, he has been like this, as if he has lost the ability to speak.

Uncle Qi turned around, walked to the door, and looked back.

"Ajin, everyone... is worried about you. If she knew you were like this..."

Gu Tingyin's name has almost become a taboo, and no one dares to mention it in front of him.

What could have happened has already happened.

If he continues like this, I'm afraid——

Shen Zhijin's eyelashes trembled slightly.

After a long time, he finally spoke, his chapped lips moved slightly, and his voice was extremely hoarse.

"...I want a peanut shake."

Uncle Qi was stunned for a moment. Seeing that he finally opened his mouth and was willing to eat, he nodded quickly:

"Okay! I'll go buy it for you now!"

Uncle Qi moved quickly, worried that there would be not enough peanut milkshakes, so he also bought a few boxes of peanut cakes by the way.

Actually, Shen Zhijin's stomach is very fragile now, and he can't eat these things, but this is the only thing he wants to eat, so he can't care about them.

"You eat a little first, and then drink some porridge to warm your stomach later."

Uncle Qi said, watching Shen Zhijin open the box, pick up a piece of peanut cake and feed it into his mouth, thinking that no matter what, he finally started to eat, and he felt a little relieved.

"I'm going to help you warm up the porridge."

After speaking, he backed out.

Shen Zhijin slowly chewed the peanut cake and swallowed.

Then, he picked up another piece.

He moves mechanically.

It's a very familiar and unfamiliar taste.

When they first got together, she always asked him to help eat these things, and then came over to smell the breath on the corner of his lips.

Later, he ate less because he couldn't kiss her after eating peanuts.

After all, he really hasn't eaten these for a long time.

He kept stuffing peanut biscuits into his mouth, as if that would fill the hole in his heart.

Until his hand was empty-

He looked down, only to see that the box was empty.

But, not enough.

He took the peanut milkshake again.

As soon as the lid was opened, the rich and sweet aroma of peanuts and milk came out.

He took a sip.

The sweet taste fills the mouth.

His stomach suddenly cramped violently.

"Ajin, the porridge is ready--"

Uncle Qi just came to the door, but he didn't see anyone.

The sound of vomiting came from the adjacent bathroom.

He was stunned, and then saw that the three boxes of peanut cakes on the table had been eaten by Shen Zhijin. The empty peanut milkshake cup fell on the ground, leaving only a little residue, dripping along the mouth of the cup, a piece of mess.

His heart tightened and he immediately walked towards the bathroom.

Shen Zhijin knelt on the ground, holding onto the toilet, and vomited everything she had eaten before.

Because of his thinness, his shoulder blades became particularly prominent and jagged, as if he wanted to spit everything out.

Almost vomited blood.

Uncle Qi's hand trembled slightly while holding the porridge.

…

Another late night.

Repeating the dark night, repeating the silence.

Everything is no different from yesterday, yesterday's yesterday.

Shen Zhijin opened his glasses, sat quietly for a long time, and finally came to the desk.

He turned on the lamp, and the dim yellow light reflected on his extremely pale face, which seemed to be transparent.

He took out a picture book from the drawer and opened it.

On the first page, it's him, in the boulevard of Xijing University.

On the second page, it was him, in the torrential rain like a waterfall.

On the third page, it's him, in a corner of the dining room.

…

It's all about him.

From the first meeting, to now.

She drew a thick volume.

He painted his eyebrows so many times that someone like him who never cared about his appearance clearly remembered what he looked like in her eyes.

He read page by page, and on the last page, there was more sugar in his arms.

He stared at this page for a long time before continuing to turn back.

Blank.

Nothing, nothing.

He takes a pen, the tip of which rests on the large blank.

— Yin Yin.

…

Yin Yin, I've lost sleep again today.

As you probably don't know, I haven't slept well lately, and I can't really eat.

Actually, I really want to have a good night's sleep, because only then, maybe I can see you.

But now even that is a luxury.

It's all my fault if you're still angry with me. You should be angry.

But you have many ways to punish me, why is this one, and you don't even give me a chance to ask you if it hurts.

Yin Yin, I don't like peanut milkshakes anymore.

In three more hours, it will be dawn, another day.

But I'm afraid.

I am afraid that tomorrow will be sunny, the sun will be strong and the wind will be very hot, you will not come to me to ask for directions.

I am afraid that tomorrow will be a rainy day, the rain will pour down, and the ground will be muddy. You will not come and let me hold an umbrella for you.

I'm afraid the weather will be good tomorrow, and I'm afraid the weather will be bad tomorrow.

Because you will never come again.

I am afraid of every tomorrow without you.

I tried, I tried to sleep, I tried to eat, I tried to read, I tried to get my life back on track as before.

But I can't.

The orbit of a planet will not change because of meteors, but it turns out that it loses its star.

Can only be deranged, collapsed, destroyed.

I don't know if you still remember the law of conservation of energy that I told you in class.

It turns out that love also obeys this law.

Love neither arises out of nowhere nor disappears out of nowhere, but only transforms from one form to another, from one person to another, while the total amount of love remains the same.

It's probably because you gave me too much, and now it's my turn to pay back.

Day by day, year by year.

I can pay it back, but now, finally, I don't even have this chance.

…

He finishes his last word and puts down his pen.

Outside the window, the sky is dim.

He looked at his left wrist, scarlet blood slowly seeping out.

It's weird and doesn't hurt.

Perhaps more of a relief.

He leaned over slowly, closed his eyes, and exhaled softly.

This time, I finally don't have to be afraid of tomorrow.

…

He seems to have had a long dream.

In the dream, it was pitch black everywhere.

He didn't know where to go, but he stood there, the wind piercing his bones.

"A Jin."

Someone called him.

He was shocked and looked back.

The surrounding darkness quickly faded away, leaving only the overwhelming dazzling white.

She walked towards him.

He froze there, unable to move.

He hadn't seen her for too long, too long, and he couldn't bear to miss her at this moment.

"...Yin Yin."

He heard his own voice tremble.

She stood in front of him, took his hand, frowned, and her little face was full of distress.

"Ajin, do you hurt?"

It hurts.

How can it not hurt.

His chest was stagnant and his throat was blocked, but he couldn't say a word.

She blew lightly on the wound on his wrist and raised her little face.

"Ajin hurts, so do I, and Tangtang."

He felt like something had been stabbed in his heart.

"Don't be a pain in the ass."

She hugged him, shook her head, and murmured.

In the silence, he heard himself say—

"Okay."

…

When I woke up again, it was in the hospital.

Uncle Qi was standing in front of the bed. Seeing him open his eyes, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and said in a low voice:

"Ajin, fortunately, I found it in time~IndoMTL.com~ You'll be fine. I'm still hiding this from your parents, but don't--"

He didn't say the rest, but the meaning couldn't be more clear.

Shen Zhijin was silent for a long time, her voice slightly hoarse.

"Not anymore."

Uncle Qi couldn't believe it, and was about to ask again when Shen Zhijin suddenly said:

"Where is the nearest flower shop?"

Uncle Qi was taken aback.

"What's wrong?"

Shen Zhijin looked out the window.

The sun was warm and bright, even a little dazzling.

"Yin Yin likes camellia, but I haven't bought it for her this week."

he said.

He was reluctant to let her hurt, so even if the inside was **** and the pain was extreme, he could bear it.

Even if the time is long, there is no end.

But he promised her, of course.

He faced the light, looked at it for a long time, and finally smiled lightly.

Actually, why not.

He has died in that bright sunshine.

He was filled with light.

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After writing the book for so long, I shed the most tears for Shen Zhijin.

To this day, I can finally draw a full stop.

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