flstandardbreds Chapter 103: Dumb Groom vs. Cheating Little Wife 28
Chapter 103: Dumb Groom vs. Cheating Little Wife 28
The diary ended on the day we received the marriage certificate.
Wen Yi flipped to the front again and found that this child really loved writing a diary. He had been recording almost every day of his life since he just learned to write.
From the brief "I'm so happy today" and "I'm not happy today" to complaining about life and finally comforting myself.
The page that interested her most was the diary that Wen Yi left in the form of memories.
(It was drizzling that day, and I saw a homeless little brother under the bridge. He was really good-looking, but also very pitiful. He could only eat the food thrown away by others. I gave him the only bread and pocket money I had.)
(I talked to him for a long time. He said his family was rich, but his father and new mother didn’t like him. He was dressed in rags. I didn’t believe what he said at all. However, he gave me a paintbrush that he always carried with him, saying it was a promise that if I got into trouble in the future, I could go to his house with the paintbrush to find him.)
(He knew a lot, so I visited him several more times after that day, bringing him food and hearing stories I had never heard before.)
(But when I went to look for him later, he had already left. What a pity. I still wanted to hear his stories. But it doesn’t matter. I believe I will see him again in the future.)
It turns out that they had such an experience.
Closing the diary, Wen Yi thought about the paintbrush that she had casually thrown at Qi Mo's house. It should be what was mentioned in the diary.
No wonder the mother and daughter said that she had found ways to get into the Qi family's gate. Unexpectedly, it was Wen Yi who took the initiative to find the door.
So why did Qi Mo agree? Did he really not recognize her?
What is the necessity of this story? Memories of youth are inherently vague. Who can guarantee that a short memory several years later will be enough to influence a person's decision?
After packing up his things and having the driver deliver them to the new house, Wen went to the hospital to visit his mother again.
The doctor had already issued a critical illness notice, saying he would not live for more than a month.
According to the original plot, it is indeed almost the same.
In just a few months, my mother had become emaciated, all her hair fell out, and her skull-like face looked scary.
Wen Yi bought a bouquet of flowers as usual and placed it aside.
It was difficult for my mother to even open her eyes, but she still tried hard to force a smile.
"You've been here since I was little. You're about to graduate, right? You're very busy. Don't come to see me so often. I'm fine."
Wen Yi wiped her face with a face towel as usual, and said softly, "It's okay, I've already done it, and I've asked my boss for leave. I can accompany you for a while, and it's just right for me to rest."
Mom moved her fingers, as if she wanted to raise her hand to touch her face, but she didn't have the strength to do so.
Wen moved his face closer, took her hand and touched his face hard.
"Mom, have I gained weight?"
Mom shook her head slightly, her voice so low that it was almost inaudible.
"No, you are too thin. You need to eat more. When your mother leaves, you will be free..."
Thinking of his mother in another world, Wen Yi's nose felt sore. He took a deep breath and stammered:
"Mom, I'm fine. I don't need freedom. Besides, I can support you. I have my own job. Everything will be fine soon."
My mother grinned and smiled with difficulty, some tears flowed from the corners of her eyes, and finally she sighed softly.
"But mom...can't accompany you..."
The hand that was touching her face fell down limply. The instrument on the cabinet next to her made a shrill buzzing sound, and a ruthless red line announced the death of mankind.
The nurse quickly shouted: "The patient in bed 7 has lost vital signs!"
It was as if my soul was pulled out and my mind stopped thinking for a moment.
Wen Yi opened his lips slightly and just stared at the doctors and nurses busying themselves in the ward.
The pain at the tip of her heart made her breathless, and tears flowed unconsciously from her eyes, and she couldn't stop them.
This is not my mother, she is just an insignificant supporting character in my writing. Why do I feel so heartbroken...
My vision suddenly became blurry, and many images appeared in my mind: my young mother, my friends playing and laughing...
"Oh no! The family member of bed No. 7 has fainted, doctor, come quickly!"
……
I had so many dreams that I couldn't wake up from.
When I opened my eyes again, it was three days later.
At that time, Wen Yi was lying on a hospital bed covered with white.
"How could this happen? Why did I faint?"
System: It may be that the host is too immersed in the role and resonates with the character, so he can feel the original owner's emotions.
Wen Yi sighed secretly: It’s not good to be too involved, it will have side effects.
Wait, was she angry with Qi Mo because she was too involved?
Otherwise, how can we understand why she, a person who is on a mission to conquer the enemy, would be angry with the male protagonist?
And this is even though she knew that the male protagonist had psychological problems.
No, I still have to stay calm and not let my emotions control me.
She moved her fingertips and found that something was pressing down on them. She turned her head and saw that it was Qi Mo.
He held her hand tightly and slept quietly beside her hand, as if guarding something.
They haven't seen each other for a long time. Wen Yi always feels that his complexion has become worse. The sunken eye sockets are obvious, and even his cheekbones seem to have a layer of shadow when covered by his eyelashes.
I used some strength to pull my hand out and was about to stand up when the person sleeping next to me suddenly woke up, with red marks on the side of his cheek from being pressed down hard in his sleep.
There was a flash of panic and surprise in his pupils.
We haven't reconciled yet.
Wen Yi deliberately cleared his throat and pretended to be indifferent: "I'm fine, you can go back."
This scene seems familiar.
Qi Mo pursed his lips, deliberately not looking at her, but raised his hand to touch her forehead.
After making sure that nothing was wrong, he finally withdrew his hand.
Wen Yi glanced at him secretly and continued: "Aren't you leaving yet?"
After a moment, Qi Mo clenched his fists, his eyes dimmed for a moment, and he stood up and left.
Looking at his slightly lonely back, Wen Yi narrowed her eyes and spoke again: "I don't like the cold war. If you still want to continue, let's get a divorce."
Qi Mo's body trembled as if he was fixed by something. He suddenly turned around and looked at her with anger on his face.
【impossible】
Wen Yi thought about it and tried to test him: "What's impossible? I married you to cure my mother's illness. Didn't you choose me because of that paintbrush? We didn't get married because we loved each other. If we can't even reach a consensus on such a small issue, then I really think it's meaningless."
Qi Mo's eyes trembled slightly, as if he was trying to struggle out tears. The lines at the end of his eyes became more and more obvious, and even his lips were broken into a straight line.
[Aren’t we in love?]
Sure enough, he recognized the paintbrush, so even if he locked himself in a cage, he would still remember his former complete self.