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Chapter 460: Special Extra: How can I die without success (End)
got caught.

The second uncle was like an exploding pufferfish, rushing across the road like a cannonball, and roared:

"Didn't you promise me to stay away from Liu Bai?!"

“How can you be such a person and keep your words!!!”

"What are you doing standing here? I asked you what are you doing?!"

This sound was no less than the thunder. I silently covered my ears and thought, Sure enough, my second uncle had talked to Gong Shuji, otherwise there would be no need to avoid me like a snake or a scorpion before.

Fortunately, Gong Shuji didn't run away, leaving me to face it alone. Instead, he stayed and apologized very calmly.

Gongshuji said:

"I'm sorry, uncle."

The second uncle was waiting for Gong Shuji's next words, but the two men stared at each other for a long time. Gong Shuji said it several times, but there was still only one sentence.

Second uncle went crazy again:
"What about the content? What about the apology?"

"My lovely and well-behaved daughter, you kiss me as much as you want, and then just say you're sorry and that's it?!"

"I'm going to arrest you right now—"

Gong Shuji did not resist, but said seriously:
"I want to marry Xiaobai, is that okay, second uncle?"

Uncle Er is about to explode, visible to the naked eye:
"Don't call me second uncle! Who is your second uncle!"

The first chat ended unhappily. My second uncle had a tough attitude and pulled me away.

I turned my head to look at Gong Shuji and saw the helplessness in his expression and his smile.

Of course, I also saw the smile on my own face reflected in his light-colored pupils.

After that day, something seemed different, but nothing seemed different.

Even my second uncle always dropped me off at the school gate, picked me up at a certain time, and checked in at the cafeteria at a certain time.
But not far away, there is always the figure of Gong Shuji.

Gong Shuji didn’t force us to eat together, or even share the same table with us. He only looked at us from a distance, then took the chopsticks, spoons and other things that his uncle often forgot to take, and then stayed away from us. .

After my second uncle entered old age, he seemed to particularly enjoy playing bad chess. Yes, I was right, it was bad chess, not chess.

While my second uncle was waiting for me to finish class, he became a famous chess basket and a chess killer in the nearby park. When Gong Shuji was not in class, he would always accompany his second uncle to play chess for me.

After he discovered that my second uncle was always being ostracized by the people around him because he was not good at playing chess, he made several sets of quite clever and novel chess for my second uncle. He even found an old chess set by the famous master from nowhere. chess.

I don't quite understand, but the second uncle is very happy. The second uncle has become that person in the park who says, "Although he plays chess very badly, but his chess pieces are great, he is still called upon to support the game."

The second uncle has almost become a special guest at the chess corner in the park. Occasionally, he even misses his favorite "Big Chicken Thighs, which are on sale every Wednesday at the Second Canteen and Three Window" just to get together with friends.

The first time he announced that he was leaving me for a long trip was when he and a group of friends participated in a "folk chess club" across provinces and regions.

I was very worried, and originally wanted to take leave to follow, but Gong Shuji found out through friends that it was a formally registered activity, and my second uncle insisted on participating in senior activities by himself, so I calmed down a little.

My second uncle's plan was for about nine days. I have never been away from him for that long since I was a child. Even though my second uncle would call me at regular times every day to ensure my safety, my body failed to hold on for the first time and I got cold.

Gong Shuji knew me better than I thought. He told me tactfully that I could have my second uncle come back, but I was afraid of disturbing my second uncle’s rare interest, so I kept the matter secret.

Gongshuji took me to see a doctor, put on my clothes, warmed my hands, asked for leave for me, and cooked for me at home.
It can be called a decathlon.

This is the first time I know that the kitchen is not only a girl's home, it can also be a boy's world.

Gongshuji chooses vegetables, washes them, opens the pot, puts down the dishes, and takes the pot out of the pot all at once. He can even make a soup and taste it in his spare few minutes.

By the time he finished cooking the three dishes, the soup in the casserole would be almost ready, and then it was time for us to enjoy our meal.

No, I should say it's my 'eat' time.

Gong Shuji's appetite is smaller than I thought, and he always looks at me eating with a smile. When I ask him why he doesn't eat, he just laughs.

Why do you like to laugh so much?
I don't know, but when he smiles, I want to laugh too.

After eating, we would sit on the sofa with our heads next to each other and watch a whole movie that was either 'tear-jerking' or 'self-puffing'.

But no matter what movie it is, it will always end with a long kiss.

I couldn't control my body temperature and breathing, and Gong Shuji seemed to be the same, but he would very seriously refuse to allow me to open his shirt.

I am not sad.

At least, it won't be as entangled as when he refused to be with me.

Because I know that I need to wait until a specific time to open the ribbon on the gift.

And I can always wait until that time.

However, it took a little longer than I thought.

I waited until after I graduated from college, when I had already found a job that had completed graduate school, worked for two years, and was stable, that Gong Shuji said to me:

"Can we go further?"

To be honest, if this situation were to go by what the second uncle said, it would probably be just like -

'If not, why waste so much time? ! '

But I will be more tactful in my words.

I say:

"I am willing."

So at dinner time that day, Gong Shuji took out a diamond ring to his second uncle, and said to him with a horrified look on his face:
"Second uncle, this is the engagement ring I bought."

"I want to propose to Xiaobai, is that okay?"

The second uncle has indeed grown old over the years. He was so frightened that he couldn't swallow the food in his throat and almost choked on the spot.

But fortunately, we are all right in front of us, so it won’t really make my second uncle uncomfortable.

The second uncle was angry that we were going along with him, and his face was still red:

"Ask Liu Bai! What are you asking me for?!"

"Oh!"

Before we could answer, the second uncle suddenly realized:

"You must have discussed it!"

The second uncle looked a little sad, but he quickly cheered up:
"Ok, Ok."

"Get married. In these four years, I have seen everything you have done. Leave the blank space to me. Even if I die tomorrow, I will feel comfortable."

The second uncle still spoke the same way, but from his suddenly red eyes, I still saw his blessing for my father-in-law and I.

I put on that shining ring and held a Chinese-style wedding in anticipation of my second uncle.

The wedding was grand, with many guests coming and going. I met Gong Shuji’s mother for the first time.

She was indeed a very beautiful and gentle beauty. Time treated her kindly, just like treating her own treasures, leaving no trace on her body.

She was very polite and courteous to me and Gong Shuji throughout the whole process, but there was always an indescribable feeling of alienation.

Gong Suqiu and her seemed to be inseparable, and only in front of Gong Suqiu now could she have a real smile in her eyes.

The second uncle met her face to face. He didn't know whether it was true or not, but he didn't recognize her immediately. Instead, he and Gong Shuchou had a very happy conversation.

Therefore, my future mother-in-law also withdrew her eyes. Everything going forward was like a pool of stagnant water that had long lost its vitality, and there was no more possibility.

Everyone is tacitly aware of this.

I was completely relieved and focused all my attention on the 'gift' waiting for me to unwrap it.

I still unbuttoned Gong Shuji's shirt, just by biting.

Gong Shuji looked at me and kept smiling.

The dense kisses that night were like the river flowing in the east, flowing endlessly.

It wasn't until I was exhausted and fell into dreamland that I suddenly realized——

What the psychology teacher taught me is right.

Only the person who first gave me a heartbeat could teach me everything.

I would like to hug, kiss, and do anything intimate with Gong Shuji.

I would like to stay by his side until I die of old age.

And he, too.

Our longevity has a limit, and so do our vows.

But we made a blood oath to each other that we would love each other as long as we breathed.

everything is fine.

In the following years, Gongshu Chou and his wife never lived with us, but we received constant financial support.

The second uncle has gone from being a bad chess player to a street chess master who is said to have "sometimes good hands".

And I, Gong Shuji and I went out for a walk holding hands on an ordinary day off in the afternoon, and met an old man begging on the street.

The old man was dressed simply, and there were very few people walking in front of the stall. It was the twelfth month of winter, and he was freezing.

Gong Shuji placed a few bills in front of him, and then pointed him to a sunny and more comfortable place.

The old man raised his head and glanced at us. I clearly saw the double pupils in his eyes. Before I could be surprised, I heard him say to us:
"Thank you as a family of three. You are really kind people."

"You and your family will definitely be safe, happy, healthy, and live a long life." Anyone can say something obedient, but Gong Shuji and I immediately noticed something was wrong in his words.

We wanted to ask, but the old man grabbed the money in front of him and stumbled out of our sight.

It was a bit strange, but at Gong Shuji’s insistence, we went to the hospital for a physical check-up.

The result is certainly positive.

I'm pregnant.

Counting it down, it turned out to be more than a month ago, probably the baby we conceived when we went on vacation.

After that day, Gong Shuji and his second uncle felt like they were facing a powerful enemy.

Because this year, I am already thirty-six years old.

People who practice the Yinmen profession always lose some numerology. We never thought about having children before.

Occasionally, the second uncle would cautiously ask about this matter, but Gong Shuji would always say, "If there are no children, then Xiaobai will be the youngest child." '

The second uncle likes to hear this, so he never says anything further.

We had originally planned to spend the rest of our lives admiring flowers in spring, visiting lakes in summer, picking maples in autumn, and cooking in the snow in winter. But we didn't expect that the unexpected thing would happen so suddenly.

The second uncle, dragging his eighty-year-old body, began to study meals for pregnant women conscientiously again.

Only on this matter would Gong Shuji occasionally quarrel with him, because his second uncle's cooking skills had not improved at all in more than eighty years——

From unpalatable, even 'progressed' to very unpalatable! ! !
The second uncle responded with a rare submissive response, and then simply handed over the power of the kitchen to Gong Shuji, and started to tie up small trinkets with paper for my amusement.

I always tell my second uncle helplessly that I am already very old.

The second uncle is always confident. He said:
"No matter how old you are, you are still a child in my eyes. Besides, if you don't like it, you have to ask the child if he likes it, right?!"

Every time he said this, I could only put the gadget on my belly and ask the child inside if he liked it.

When your belly is still flat, there will naturally be no reaction.

But as my belly swelled day by day, I became more and more convinced that there was a very cute child inside. The child also gave me some feedback. The child belonging to me and Gong Shuji would move his hands and feet to let me understand. mean.

It's really, really, really cute.

After being pregnant for ten months, I gave birth to a boy.

Contrary to what I thought, the child was nothing like Gong Shuji.

No, I can't say that, because it sounds like a misunderstanding.

I mean, it’s not like Gong Shuji, it’s not like me, it’s not like my second uncle, Gong Shuqiu, my mother-in-law, etc., anyone I know.

And like a monkey with wrinkled skin.

This was a severe blow to me as a first-time mother.

I cried several times under the quilt. Gong Shuji and my second uncle took turns trying to persuade me. They both said that it was very normal for children to be born like this.
But I can't believe it.

I always thought that after the child was born, he would be a smaller version of me and my father-in-law, but the result was really hard for me to accept.

But after a few days of crying, I saw the child again.
Well, it does look like a monkey, and it looks better.

As a result, the joke about me crying after giving birth to an ugly child became widely circulated.
worry.

I have never given birth to a child, so how do I have this common sense?
Really worried.

I just hope that when the child grows up, he will not hear this joke or know that his mother has cried several times under the quilt because of his wrinkled skin.

With this shy heart, I became a new parent together with Gong Shuji. When the child grew a little older, I knew that he would not be angry at me crying because he also has a very gentle personality.

He will be gentle and kind to everything around him, and will distribute the snacks and toys we put in his backpack to every child in the kindergarten.

Everyone liked him very much.

These people even included the parents-in-law who intentionally or unintentionally avoided the second uncle and did not participate much in small family affairs.

From time to time they would visit Gongshu Tao and bring some gifts.
Oh, I may have forgotten to mention that Gongshu Tao is the child’s name.

This child is very smart and reserved, so we read a lot of books before giving him the word 'Tao'.

[Tao]: A cover for a bow or sword; concealment; a military strategy.

We chose the word "韬", which means the edge is hidden but not revealed, and it means to restrain oneself, and named this child who finally came.

He has always grown up smoothly, just like the meaning we gave him.

When he was twelve and fourteen years old, his second uncle, Gongshu Chou and his wife passed away one after another. Tao'er carried the coffins of the three of them one after another, and officially inherited the dual trades of papermaker and carpenter.

After the death of my second uncle, my focus completely shifted. In the past few decades, Gong Shuji took me to travel around the country and implemented a semi-freedom of care for Taoer.

But everything is very appropriate. Tao'er is not a child who needs too much attention, and we have also very well healed the pain of being separated from our elders.

We were a little older, and after returning to Yunmeng, I started to think about another thing——

Is it because she has been overindulged, causing Tao'er to be gentle on the outside, but she already has her own persistence in her heart, so she is unwilling to get married?
Yes, once I turn sixty, my mind is also filled with questions about why my children are not married yet.

Gong Shuji was quite tolerant and said to me:
"I gave birth to Tao'er when I was over forty, and you gave birth to Tao'er when he was thirty-six. We are also very late, so why bother forcing Tao'er?"

When I thought about it, it turned out to be the same, so I stopped urging.

But if I didn't push him, Tao'er would stay single longer and longer, directly giving Gongshu Ji a prophecy. It wasn't until Tao'er was about the same age as I was when he was born, that he brought back a little girl who was about four or five years old. He told us that he would be his child from now on.

Gong Shuji and I were seventy-five and eighty-one that year respectively. When I heard this, I almost thought that Tao'er had made some mistake outside, so the other girl gave him the child.

But upon closer inspection, I found that that was not the case at all.

The child's name is Chen Zhaodi, a very common name that can highlight problems.

She was covered in mud, only one pair of eyes were still open, and the clothes on her body were almost torn into rags.

Tao'er said that he saw this girl on the roadside, and some community managers wanted to take her back to her biological parents who were worse than animals.

He didn't think for long before he decided to adopt the little girl.

Tao'er is actually quite old, with a handsome face and deep brows. His eyes are slightly more elegant and restrained than his father's.

But he is still so kind-hearted.

He has never been interested in continuing the family line or getting married.

We just let him adopt the child. He thought about it and told us that he had given the child a name:

"The public loses and seizes."

Seize, seize by force.

This name is not suitable for girls, and it is too violent, which is not Tao'er's opinion.

But the little girl hiding behind him kept hugging him tightly and never retreated even half a step.

Her eyes felt familiar to me, but I am too old, and it is difficult for me to accurately search for people who may have only met me once in the long river of time.

Now that the matter is over, it is clear whose idea it was.

Once again we took a step back and let Gongshu take over the family tree.

Maybe it's because the way Gongshujia was named has always been a bit like "the answer lies on the surface".

Gong Shuduo showed her natural tendency to compete at a very young age.

The two idioms "a sweet sword in the mouth" and "a sword hidden in the smile" sum up her character very well.

She can disguise, and disguise well.

But after all, it is difficult to escape the observation of relatives living under the same roof.

I have an indescribable feeling about this child, especially when I see the way she looks at Gong Shutao as she gets older, this bad feeling becomes even more intense.

However, I don't have much time to remind Tao'er.

What's more, Tao'er is a person who insists on having his own way.

I am ninety-one years old this year, and Gong Shuji has left me last year. I am already too tired, and I want to have a good sleep.

In the arms of Gong Shuji, in the arms of my second uncle, under the acacia tree in the warm spring, I had a good sleep.

Before Gong Shuji died, he told me that I should live well and not seek death for him, because death is not something worth looking forward to. Tao'er would be very filial to me. Even if it is for Tao'er, I should not go to see him too early. Class words.

I nodded in agreement.

But he doesn't know that death has never been a terrible thing in my heart.

Especially since he was still waiting for me.

When I was young, I once read a poem called:
"How can I die if I have achieved success? I would like to be a mandarin duck and not envy the immortals."

With him, I won't be afraid of death.

Super fat chapter! ! ! praise me! ! ! Isn’t the little expert in sweet writing well-deserved? (akimbo.jpg)

Parallel world, parallel world, just feel it, no one should care so much, there is no such thing as being disadvantaged by age difference, it is really not certain who will win.

Have you ever seen 'The Hunt'? It probably means the same thing.

"She told you the color of the walls in your basement when you imprisoned her." "But my house doesn't have a basement at all."

The story of Gongshu Tao and Gongshu Suo is super touching! ! ! But it deviates too far from the main text.
Maybe I’ll write it later. After all, it’s so long that it could open a new book.

However, no one has read this book, let alone the second generation, alas.

Originally there was a second side story about Uncle Er, but it is much inferior to this special side story on a whim. Let’s end it like this. Later I will set up a VB account or something like that, and then put out the free text pack for Uncle Er’s side story. It’s like giving free benefits to the kids!
Bah, bah, bah, the flowers are finished!
Thank you Baozi for supporting me all the way!