You are my wife, don't doubt it!

Although the overall trend in the 30s was becoming more "enlightened", my mother still used the old-fashioned way of education.

For example, they threaten to kick you out and cut off all ties with you if you dare to have sex before marriage.

Although Shen Tianyun didn't quite believe that her mother could really do it, there was no need to gamble. After all...

Sometimes my mother can be really cruel and ruthless, and she always does what she says.

As for my mother herself, before she met my father, she was what everyone called a 30-year-old virgin.

As a result, now she is having sex with her little daddy every day, which is hard not to feel uneasy.

On the one hand, if there are extra brothers and sisters out of nowhere, the family property must be divided!

Secondly, does this comply with the "Code of Conduct for Middle School Students" and the "Code of Daily Behavior for Middle School Students"?

Huh? Wait, why did I think of these two things?

All in all, this is not the point. The point is that she has to know what she is doing.

Shen Tianyun rolled over on her father's bed.

There is a smell on the pillow, different from the industrial synthetic material. This smell is purer and more original, it is the smell of dad.

Shen Tianyun likes her father.

"Dad..." Shen Tianyun called softly with nostalgia.

This is the room my father lived in when he was young, and it is also the room I live in now. Although it is the same room, it is very different.

Objectively speaking, the living conditions here are not suitable for living, and Shen Tianyun is somewhat attached to his bed, so he doesn't sleep well.

However, the added sentimentality made her enjoy the experience.

Of course she knew why her parents asked her to sleep here.

Because his grandfather and Butler Johns had just come here to sweep the place.

They were afraid that they would make a comeback.

Ah, I’m really curious about what Grandpa Johns looked like when he was young. I really want to talk to him.

Sleeping here also has its disadvantages. No matter whether it is Shen Tianyun herself or the young father and mother, they cannot leave the bedroom. Whether they want to wash or do anything else, they have to go through each other's rooms, making it like a sleeper berth on a train.

This means that it's okay to do it occasionally, but you can't do it every day.

Just now when Dad went out to the bathroom, Shen Tianyun also returned to his room and went out of the bedroom to wash up.

When she passed by her bedroom, she saw her little mother sitting on the sofa, holding her father's summer homework in her hand (should it be her father's summer homework?), with a frown and a dull look in her eyes.

She was still wearing the Shanghai Junior High School uniform that only appeared in period dramas. The zipper was unzipped, revealing a small grey vest underneath. Her trouser legs were rolled up a little bit, and on her feet she wore a pair of mid-calf black cotton socks that went over her ankles.

It’s summer time and it’s time to go to bed, but she’s putting on her socks at home. Could it be that the young mother has a cold?

It’s interesting to say that this kind of ankle-length socks were called “mid-tube socks” in Shen Tianyun’s era, but the young parents insisted that they were called “short-tube socks”. I don’t know what was wrong with the ancient people’s brains.

Of course, this is not the point. The point is that when Shen Tianyun talks to her, she ignores him and stammers, obviously daydreaming. This mental state is very worrying.

After taking a shower, Shen Tianyun walked through the mirror and returned to the closet in Xiao Yao's room. When she heard some noise outside, she did not push the door open rashly.

I listened carefully and realized that my father had returned and was outside making a phone call.

"Well, there's nothing I can do. She insisted, so as agreed, I'll report to you first - are you still available?"

"..."

"Uh, don't get excited..."

"..."

"Yeah, I know, I'll pay attention."

"..."

"Reconciled... I guess we've reconciled. We didn't say we've reconciled, and we're not talking about points anymore. With this kind of thing, it should be considered a reconciliation, right?"

"..."

"OK Bye Bye."

After hearing that his young father had finished the call, Shen Tianyun quickly hid back in 2034. After Xiao Yao came out of the closet, he waved his hand generously and went back in.

Who is he talking to on the phone?

What to report?

What does it mean?

With these questions in mind, Shen Tianyun slowly fell asleep.

I don’t know how long I slept - actually not long, only about ten or twenty minutes, and the closet door was opened again.

Is this the end? Shen Tianyun was a little grumpy after waking up.

It was the young mother who came out.

She was only wearing a small grey vest on her upper body, with her completely naked feet bent, two black socks pinched between the two fingers of her right hand, and she tiptoed towards the soap room.

After the young mother left, Shen Tianyun stretched out his nose and sniffed the air.

What does it taste like...

Is it heather?

--split line--

Shen Jie walked barefoot to the soap room, lifted her leg and put her right foot into the sink, turned the faucet to the maximum, and rinsed her feet.

Since there was no soap, I had to use laundry soap instead and applied it carefully on the soles of my feet.

After washing your right foot, switch to your left foot and repeat the same process.

Next, start washing the socks.

I wanted to just throw it away, but I guess someone would be upset again, so I just washed it and told him to hang it up.

Is this how you rub it? Never mind, it's almost okay, right?

After washing the socks, I squeezed out the water in my palms and placed the wrung socks next to the gas stove.

Then pull over a towel and dry your feet.

Um, wait, isn’t this the towel Xiao Yao uses to wash his face?

...Forget it, forget it. I don’t dislike him yet.

Shen Jie took another pair of slippers from the shoe rack at the door, put them on, tiptoed back to the bedroom, tucked the blanket around her daughter, and returned to 2034 again.

As soon as I entered the room, I saw Xiao Yao lying on his daughter's bed, holding the junior high school uniform in his hands, with an expression as happy as a pig on his face.

"Get up!" Shen Jie went forward to pull him up: "Didn't I tell you to do your summer homework?"

"I'm so tired..." Xiao Yao said, "Let's do it tomorrow... Come and sleep with me first... Okay, do it, do it! Do it, do it now! Ouch!"

Xiao Yao was twisted by Shen Jie's ears and came to the dining table and sat down.

Shen Jie had a cold face and threw the book "Have a Good Summer Vacation" in front of Xiao Yao with a "bang".

Then there is a fountain pen.

"How is it, how is it, are you going to do it?" Shen Jie squatted on the sofa, hugged her knees and stretched her head to look, with a nervous expression.

Xiao Yao frowned: "Don't make noise, I'm thinking hard!"

"Good good..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"I still don't know." Xiao Yao finally had to admit this reality.

"..."

"Stop hitting me! I already know I'm wrong! Stop, stop hitting me in the face!"

ten minutes later.

Xiao Yao sat on Shen Tianyun's bed, Shen Jie lay on the sofa, both covered with small blankets.

"Turn off the lights." Shen Jie sniffed lightly and gave the command.

"Stop crying."

"Who's crying?"

"Don't be angry."

"It can't be done."

"...Or, come to bed with me..."

"Don't even think about it!"

"No, I mean, what if sleeping together can help us recover?"

"Go away, I won't trust you anymore."

What do you mean by trust me? Wasn't it your own guess that the patch could restore symbiosis? Now that the experiment failed, you're taking it out on me.

However, Xiao Yao thought about it but did not say it out loud.

"Shen Jie..." A few minutes later, Xiao Yao called out weakly again.

"roll."

Xiao Yao knew she was angry, but there was nothing he could do, so he reached out and turned off the light: "Well, good night, my wife."

Shen Jie didn't say anything. In the dark night, only an inaudible sob could be heard.

The sound was so vague that Xiao Yao was not sure whether it was an auditory hallucination.

The boy's heart ached.

Xiao Yao knew that everything she did was to enable herself to successfully overcome the current crisis.

In order to help himself get through this, even now, Xiao Yao knew that she had not completely calmed down (because he had concealed the fact of their symbiosis), so she could put it aside for the time being and get closer to him.

And when all these "sacrificial" efforts have been in vain, it is only natural that she would feel disappointed and start to get upset.

Although Xiao Yao now felt extremely guilty about his neglect of his studies, the real physical fatigue soon took away his consciousness and he sank into a dreamless sleep.

The next morning, Shen Jie got up as usual to go for a morning run. Xiao Yao was awakened by her noise and volunteered to run with her.

Shen Jie did not welcome this, but she did not reject it either.

"Wait a minute, I'll go first. We'll meet at the back door of the alley. When you go out, keep an eye out for people."

“Oh.” Why does it feel like a spy drama?

According to Shen Jie's instructions, Xiao Yao sneaked out of the door ten minutes after she left.

The young man looked around as he walked, but he didn't see a single person.

When I walked to the back door of the alley, I didn't see Shen Jieren.

After searching for a long time, he saw the girl wearing a large mask and her baseball cap pulled down low. She was standing across the street, looking at him quietly.

The boy walked to the other side of the street and stood next to the girl.

A drag racer drove a Harley straight towards us from a distance, making a disturbing noise.

"Be careful!" Xiao Yao grabbed Shen Jie's hand and protected her behind him.

"Thank you." Shen Jie said.

Then, the two of them kept holding hands and walked towards St. Francis College together.

"Let it go," Shen Jie said, "How else can we escape?"

"Okay." Xiao Yao reluctantly let go of the girl's soft little hand.

His palm still held her warmth.

Shen Jie clenched her fists, placed them at her waist, raised her head and chest, and began to jog.

Xiao Yao followed suit and ran behind her.