Affectionate trapping

Chapter 133 Husband and wife quarrel
Looking at the back of Shen Yuli striding away, Shen Lu wanted to say something, but in the end it only turned into a long sigh, and fell down on the sofa again.

Yao Manqing was already crying with his forehead propped up, tears streaming down his face.

Shen Lu rubbed the center of his brows, hearing her sobbing sound a little irritated: "Don't cry, what's the use of crying."

She didn't know what she was crying for, but she couldn't bear the heartache, as if a fist was squeezing her heart so hard that it hurt her to breathe.

After a long time, she stopped sobbing and said in a dazed way: "I didn't expect him to think like this... Weren't we trying our best to make up for him at that time? We also tried our best to care for him, but he just said that because of his bad temper. He can hold back only one or two words in a sentence, how can we know what is really going on in his heart?"

She seemed to be trying to excuse those years of neglect, trying to save her conscience from being so heavily condemned.

Shen Lu sighed, and said with a sharp voice: "It is a fact that we treated him badly. At that time, my mother had just passed away. It was normal for him to be unwilling to speak in a strange environment. It is only my fault that I did not fulfill my father's responsibility. Didn't talk to him much."

"You are busy with work, you go out early and come back late all day long. When you are tired, you go to bed and go to bed. What can you care about him? I am the one at home. After all, don't you still blame me?"

Shen Lu didn't speak, Yao Manqing hummed and said, "You're just blaming me."

"What can I blame you? No one can escape the fault of the two of you!" He picked up the cold water glass and drank it, and made a harsh and crisp sound when he put it down.

He took a breath, and changed the subject suddenly: "Even if Yu Zhou is still alive, Xiao Xi is not suitable for him."

She retorted subconsciously: "Why is it inappropriate?"

"Man Qing." He closed his eyes: "It's good that Yu Zhou is filial to us. He is a caring child to his parents, but he is really not loyal to love. This is undeniable."

Yao Manqing raised his head suddenly, his eyes were burning with fire: "Yu Zhou is gone and you still talk about him here!"

"This is the truth, so there is nothing to say!" Shen Lu couldn't control his anger, but he couldn't tell who it was, "Yu Zhou is our child, and we will accept his mistakes no matter how many mistakes he made. Everything, but you have to admit that you have done something wrong! If you marry that girl back home, you will be fine. He doesn’t want to and you don’t agree, saying that you can’t marry me if you are depressed, but then you get better, and you are forced to death! "

"Shen Lu——" Her voice was hoarse, and some kind of secret taboo was pierced, like a thunderclap.

Yao Manqing grabbed the water glass and threw it hard on the ground, the crackling sound was overwhelming, eating away their sanity inch by inch.

"You mentioned it to me again, didn't you?! Is it my fault?"

Shen Lu's brain was full of blood and he spat out a sentence: "Blame your son for being promiscuous!"

She said heartbreakingly: "Did I give birth to my son? Isn't that also your seed—"

The two confronted each other with red eyes, but at a certain moment they stopped. Yao Manqing broke down and cried, covering his face, "Yu Zhou is dead... He has already suffered retribution, what else do you want? My son is gone... ..."

"He's gone!!"

Shen Lu tightly closed his eyes, and lowered his head dejectedly.

Yes, the son he raised for 30 years is gone.

This quarrel hurt both sides, and the scars hidden in my heart that I didn't want to mention were torn apart by the people next to the pillow, and they sprinkled salt on each other, and no one could comfort the other.

Impulse is indeed a devil, Shen Lu regretted why he brought the topic up to Shen Yuzhou.

At night when he couldn't sleep with the quilt in his arms, he turned over and saw Yao Manqing wiping tears at Shen Yuzhou's photo.

He closed his eyes, his eye sockets were dry and sore, and he didn't dare to let go of his breath easily.

That night, not only they couldn't sleep all night, Shen Yuli couldn't sleep because of tossing and turning. In fact, he didn't think about anything, but he just couldn't fall asleep.

He didn't say anything after he came back. Seeing that he was in a bad mood, Wen Xi didn't dare to ask too much. When he turned over for the eighth time, he finally opened his eyes: "Shen Yuli."

"...waking you up?"

She didn't return, she reached over and touched his hand: "what's the matter with you?"

Shen Yuli turned to face her. In the darkness, he could only vaguely find where his eyes were, and his expression was vague.

"Shen Yuli."

"Baby."

The two spoke at the same time, she stopped, waiting for him to speak.

"Actually, when I was young, I envied that other people were accompanied by their parents."

Wen Xi's breathing was stagnant, but he couldn't see his expression clearly.

His tone was unremarkable, as if he was telling a story: "They basically come back to see me once or twice a year. At first I was looking forward to it, but then I didn't look forward to it. I watched them take Shen Yuzhou away, so I asked grandma: 'Why?" Parents won’t take me away?” She coaxed me and said, “It’s not good to follow them. You can’t go down the river to catch fish, and you can’t go up the tree to pick dates.” She said that in this way, there would be no childhood. I believed it and used this reason to comfort me to junior high school."

He smiled, "But putting aside other factors, my childhood was quite free and happy."

Wen Xi didn't speak, and reached out to touch his eyes, but he grabbed his hand.

"I admit, I resent them quite a bit. I never went there at all. I thought more than once that they might as well not have me. Really, it's quite boring."

"Shen Yuli..."

"But now that I have you and meet you, I feel that the first half of my life was not in vain. Fortunately, I was born, so that I can fall in love with you and talk to you face to face like now."

Wen Xi hugged his waist and leaned over, buried her face between his collarbones, and blinked her sore eyes.

"Wenxi."

"I don't even know what I want right now."

"It feels like having you is enough, but I'm in a bad mood."

"I do not know why either."

She raised her head and was pushed back by him. Breathing the breath on her body, she said calmly: "Don't comfort me, just sleep for a night. You don't need to say anything, just hold me tight."

Wen Xi clasped his fingers around his waist, and leaned into his arms again, as if she wanted to use this method to tell him that she was there.

She is with him.

Shen Yuli finally fell asleep slowly under such a sense of security.

The next day he sent her to work as if nothing had happened, as if last night was just a fleeting dream, and that fragile Shen Yuli had never appeared.

Wen Xi took care of his man's self-esteem and pretended nothing happened.

But every once in a while, she would bring him a small gift, including cufflinks, brooches, pajamas... and hearts made of colored paper, stars made of candy paper, Lego bunnies or dolls.

Shen Yuli would be pleasantly surprised at first, but later he would be surprised, and even a little bit dumbfounded: "You don't have to bring me things every day, it's still not the same, you are a treasure chest?"

Wen Xi tutted: "Look, I gave you too many things, you don't care about them anymore."

"Rare, rare, I'm rare for anything you give me." He cupped her face and kissed her: "Don't they all be kept well? They will be family heirlooms in the future, and I will pass them on to my son for eighteen generations."

Wen Xi: "...That's not necessary."

——Later, when Shen Yuli was old, he said to his son: "When I die, you have to put those little star and thousand paper crane keychains in my coffin, they are things given by my wife, they are treasures, you have to follow me. "

　Oh, Shen Yuli is so miserable, I think he is worse than Sheng An, woo woo

　　
　
(End of this chapter)