Rose Manor

Chapter 107 Falling Down the Stairs
Shen Jianian lowered his head, looked at the steps under his feet, stepped up step by step, registered visitor information at the guard, and entered the cemetery.

Rows of low green pines are neatly trimmed, and the tombstones are hidden in the shadow of the trees. The surroundings are shady, the wind blows, and the leaves sway to make a rustling sound. It is empty and desolate.

Shen Jianian found two adjacent tombstones, slowly squatted down, placed two bouquets of flowers in front of the tombs, and picked up a few dead leaves that fell on them.

"Mom, Dad, it's my daughter's fault for coming to see you so late."

The raindrops fell on the umbrella, like crying, almost drowning out Shen Jianian's voice.

The weather was bad and she was the only one in the entire cemetery.

Shen Jianian touched the black and white photo on the tombstone with his hand, and the rain hit his fingers, which were cold and cold: "I used to always imagine that all this was just a dream. When I wake up from the dream, you are still there, and I am nestled in your arms. Talking about interesting things that happened in school. Gradually, I no longer had illusions, learned to face reality, and moved forward. Sometimes I was confused, not knowing whether I should continue to pursue this path of revenge."

Unconsciously, her eyelashes were wet with tears. Shen Jia Nian's lips trembled slightly and her voice choked: "A Che is dead. I am so sad. This result is not what I want. I may have done something wrong."

Regardless of the rain on the ground, she knelt on one knee just to lean on the tombstone. Just like she did when she was a child, she would always hide in her mother's arms for comfort when she encountered unresolved problems: "Mom, can you tell me, What should I do rightly? I'm really tired and I miss you."

Shen Jia Nian huddled into a small ball, so small and helpless in the stormy world.

As time passed, she became a little stiff with the cold. She slowly raised her head, her tears dried up, and the corners of her eyes were a little sour.

She raised her hand to wipe away the tears on her face with her sleeve, and accidentally touched the red and swollen area, causing a sting.She tried her best to squeeze out a smile with the corners of her lips: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't just say this to make you worry about me. In the days when you left, I also gained some other things. You know that I have admired Yan Qiusheng since I was a child, right? Now I am my master. I have practiced the piano well, so I can’t live up to your expectations. And..."

Thinking of that man, she paused for a moment, not knowing how to mention it to her parents.

"His name is Fu Jichen, and he is very good to me." Shen Jia Nian thought for a long time and could only say this.

She stood up holding her knees, looked at the photos on the tombstone quietly for a while, took a deep breath, and said goodbye to them: "Dad, Mom, my daughter will come see you next time."

Shen Jia Nian tightened his grip on the umbrella handle and left along the way he came, without looking back.

After walking down dozens of steps, Shen Jia Nian came to the car, closed the umbrella, opened the back door and got in.

Qu Mo dispersed the smell of smoke in the car before she came back, checked in the rearview mirror that she was seated, started the engine, and drove back to the wide road.

Even though it was raining, it was busier outside than the area around the cemetery.

Shen Jia Nian closed his eyes and rested for a while. When he opened his eyes again, Yunding Palace arrived.

I don't know when the rain stopped. When Shen Jianian got out of the car, he looked at the time and saw that it was already past twelve o'clock.

She drank a bowl of porridge in the morning, but she didn't feel hungry at the moment. She touched the left cheek where she was beaten, without looking in the mirror. She didn't know if it was serious. She didn't feel any pain anymore, just a little fever.

Cheng Jin heard the sound of the car stalling and opened the door. At first glance at Shen Jianian's face, he was shocked and at a loss: "What, how did you get that face?"

Shen Jianian didn't want to say anything, and tugged his lips slightly: "It's okay, just apply some medicine."

"There should be ointment at home to reduce swelling and blood stasis. I'll go look for it."

Cheng Jin bent down and took out his slippers and put them at her feet. He went to rummage in the drawer under the cabinet but couldn't find the medicine box. Then he remembered that Jia Nian's hand was scratched last time and the medicine box was taken to the third floor by his husband and never put back to its original place.

"Aunt Cheng, please stop being busy." Shen Jianian blinked slowly, showing a slightly tired look, and even his voice was weak, "The medicine box is in Fu Jichen's bedroom. I will apply it myself after taking a shower."

Cheng Jin looked at her red face and said, "I'm going to see if the chef has cooked the food. You can go up after eating."

"You guys can eat." Shen Jianian said, "I don't have much appetite."

Cheng Jin wanted to think about how he could do it without eating, but seeing her look like this, it was difficult to force him: "Then you go to rest first, and then call me when you are hungry." Shen Jia Nian hummed softly and went up the stairs with slippers.

Cheng Jin looked at her thin back with a worried expression. Just as he was about to go to the kitchen, he suddenly heard a muffled "dong" sound. He looked back and saw that Shen Jia Nian had rolled down the stairs.

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Shen Jianian woke up in the hospital ward. The sky outside the window was completely dark, and it seemed to be raining again. She heard the patter of movement.

Slowly turning his head, Fu Jichen sat on the chair beside the bed under the bright light, with his arms folded across his chest, his long legs casually open, and his head lowered as he dozed off.

A few strands of his meticulously taken care of hair fell on his forehead. From her point of view, his face had a strong outline and deep eye sockets. After a busy day, a layer of light blue stubble appeared on his chin.

Although he has an extremely young face, it is still very different from a boy in his early 20s. He is less immature and more mature and restrained in charm.

He was probably very tired and could fall asleep in this position.

Shen Jia Nian was thirsty and saw a hot water bottle on the bedside table. He turned slightly sideways and Fu Jichen woke up. He squinted his sleepy eyes and asked, "What do you want?"

His voice was a little hoarse. When he asked, he had already stood up and walked around to the other side of the hospital bed. He saw her eyes glancing at the hot water bottle: "Want to drink water?"

Shen Jianian stepped back and leaned half against the head of the bed, looked at his face, and nodded.

Fu Jichen took out a glass, went to the bathroom and washed it with cold water. After he came out, he rinsed it again with boiling water. Then he poured in half a cup of boiling water, unscrewed a bottle of mineral water, mixed a little cold water into it, and the temperature was just right. He picked it up. Put it to her lips.

He does these trivial tasks patiently and meticulously, with no air of pampering at all.

"I'll do it myself." Shen Jia Nian was a little uncomfortable, holding the cup with both hands, and drank a glass of water.

Fu Jichen asked: "Do you want more?"

Shen Jianian shook his head and put the cup back.

Fu Jichen poured himself half a glass of water from the cup she used, took two sips, sat down on the edge of the hospital bed, and held her hand: "Why did you fall down the stairs?"

Shen Jianian touched his knee through the quilt. There was some pain there and it should have been bandaged.

"Fortunately, I only injured my knee. If I had hit my head, I wouldn't have woken up so quickly." Having said that, Fu Jichen was actually very scared. "There is an elevator at home and I have to climb the stairs. What's going on in my head?"

Shen Jianian lowered his head when he was told.

"Why aren't you talking?" Fu Jichen reached over, pinched her chin and lifted it up, looking into her watery eyes, "Are you mute?"

"The tiles on the stairs had raised edges, and I accidentally kicked them and fell." Shen Jianian weakly excused himself.

Fu Jichen smiled: "You can't walk on uneven roads?"

The tiles on the stairs at home are specially chosen to have anti-slip effect. The part near the edge has three more edges than ordinary tiles. How absent-minded could she be to fall?
Shen Jia Nian remained silent again.

The accident had already happened, and it was useless to say more. Fu Jichen sighed in his heart and asked her, "Are you hungry?"

"Yeah." Shen Jianian responded quickly.

Fu Jichen's lips curled up slightly, he took out his mobile phone and made a call, asking someone to deliver food. Finally, he added that he stopped by a nearby supermarket to buy a set of toiletries.

After he finished the call, Shen Jianian asked, "Do you want to stay with me in bed?"

(End of this chapter)