You are my wife, don't doubt it!

Undoubtedly, Shen Jie was a little celebrity in the school. Not only could one search for her photos online, but there were also videos of her hosting the school's art performances, karate-splitting wooden boards, and so on. On the first page of the "City No. 7 Girls' High School Bar," three boys from other schools posted messages asking about her.

When it comes to Tieba, she is similar to Yu Luying.

Come to think of it, I originally wanted to just take a look at her from a distance and leave, but in the end I couldn't help but talk to her.

It would have been fine if he had just started a conversation, but the key point was that he was set up for a sting in the milk tea shop, and for no apparent reason he admitted that he wanted to pursue her, and in the end he was forced to tell her everything that happened in the mirror.

This woman doesn't just have a strong aura...she's powerful in all aspects.

If Xiao Xiong knew about this, Xiao Yao could already imagine what he would say: "Give up, you can't hold on to this woman."

Shut up, you little bear. Xiao Yao waved his fist into the air.

It took him a long time to get home from the No. 7 Girls' High School.

First, take the bus to the bank of Huangjiang River, then spend fifty cents to take the ferry, and then transfer to the bus when you arrive in Jiangxi. It's really a hassle.

Maybe, I can try the subway next time.

He opened his right hand, and the QQ number on the palm of his hand was very faint, but Xiao Yao had already memorized it.

After all, this was his first time touching the hand of a girl of the same age, so the sudden warmth and softness made him reminisce.

After getting off the bus, he turned into a narrow riverside path - on the left was the Suzhou River with an unpleasant smell, on the right was a row of low and dilapidated Shikumen houses, and under his feet was a bluestone road.

Yu Luying lives in this row of lighted houses, and Xiao Yao always passes by her door on his way home.

During the first semester of his freshman year in high school, he and Yu Luying often went to and from school together, so it was natural for everyone to think they were a couple.

Although, they really are just friends.

Just as Xiao Yao was about to go in and knock on the door, the narrow wooden door creaked open, and Yu Luying walked out.

The child was tall and thin, with bangs, shoulder-length straight hair as black as a pencil, and a simple headband on her head. She had a small oval face with delicate features: deep eye sockets, a high nose, a pointed but not protruding chin, and no smile on her pearly lips. Her pale complexion and drooping eyes made her look melancholy.

She was wearing a light yellow short-sleeved shirt and a three-quarter plaid skirt. Her fair calves had graceful curves that stretched out from the hem of the skirt and extended into white socks above her ankles. She was wearing a pair of candy-colored plastic slippers.

The girl held a plastic spittoon in her hand and skillfully poured the yellow liquid in it into the gutter in front of the door.

After emptying the spittoon, she put the lid back on, held it with her left hand, and climbed up the steps in front of the door with her two beautiful little feet, one up and one down.

As soon as her toes touched the step, her smooth heels lifted up lightly in her slippers, swiftly and gracefully.

The delicate white socks pulled out fine lines during movement, and also drew beautiful arcs in Xiao Yao's heart.

"Yu Luying!" Before she entered the door, Xiao Yao called her from behind.

The girl stopped, turned around, and grabbed her left arm with her right hand: "Why did you skip class this afternoon?"

"How did you know?"

"Teacher Yao called me," Yu Luying lowered her eyelids, "I thought you were with me?"

"Ah..." Xiao Yao's heart sank slightly, hoping that the head teacher did not call grandma.

"She asked me to tell you to go to her office on Monday morning." Yu Luying pursed her lips.

It’s really nerve-wracking…

Xiao Yao took off his schoolbag and took out the Poetry Magazine: "Teacher Yu asked me to bring it to you."

There was a hint of smile in the girl's eyes, as if she had met an old friend whom she had not seen for a long time.

She took the magazine with her right hand: "Thank you."

"I heard you were sick," Xiao Yao put his schoolbag back on his back, "What happened?"

Yu Luying bit her lip tightly: "It's okay."

"Speak." Xiao Yao took a half step forward, speaking in a firm tone.

Yu Luying hesitated for a moment and showed Xiao Yao the redness and swelling on her left wrist: "I slept well last night, but was suddenly woken up by the pain, as if I was hit by a stick. Yes, it's on my wrist.

"This morning I was having breakfast with my uncle in the hall, and suddenly both my knees and elbows were hit by something, and they became swollen again." Yu Luying pointed to the location of her knees.

"What did the doctor say? Could you have rheumatism?" Xiao Yao asked with concern.

Yu Luying shook her head. "I went to the hospital, but they didn't find anything. Also, in the morning, I felt bloated in my stomach, but I couldn't vomit anything. It wasn't until noon that I felt better. At noon, my arms and feet became numb for no reason..."

Xiao Yao frowned and said, "It sounds really weird. Why don't you ask your uncle the priest to exorcise the evil spirits?"

"Superstition." Yu Luying rolled her eyes slightly.

"Yingying!" A female voice came from upstairs.

"Oh, my mother called me, bye." Yu Luying was a little flustered and slipped into the door with a spittoon in her hand.

Chapter 6 Daughter

Listening to the evening news coming from the neighbors' homes, Xiao Yao turned into his own alley, stepped onto the creaking wooden stairs, took out his key and gently opened the door.

As soon as you enter the door, you will see the kitchen, which is called "soap room" in Shanghai dialect. The air is filled with the aroma of meat, and something is stewing in the pot on the gas stove.

"I'm back!" Xiao Yao said.

Grandma is not at home. She must have gone to see old lady Jin again.

"Welcome back!" As usual, Xiao Yao said this to himself, and then smiled at himself.

He pushed open the bedroom door and almost thought he had walked into the wrong place.

The originally dirty and messy doghouse became spotless within a day, with clean windows and desks, and things were neatly sorted and stored away, and visually the space even became much larger.

On the table by the window, there was a small plate of roasted gluten and a dish of shiny braised pork, both of which looked delicious.

Then, the door of the closet was kicked open by Duang, and Shen Tianyun walked out with a bowl of rice in one hand and four chopsticks in his mouth.

"I'm back!" Xiao Yao said.

"Ah, you're back." Shen Tianyun spurted the chopsticks in her mouth onto the table, put down the rice and complained, "You didn't even know how to pick it up. You have no eyesight."

"Next time, you should say welcome back. Look, I brought you a cup of milk tea," Xiao Yao opened his schoolbag, took out the already cold milk tea, and said in the tone of "Little Uncle": "Pearl milk tea is delicious!"

"Thirteen o'clock." Shen Tianyun took the milk tea, and couldn't stop smiling: "My mother treated me to it, right?"

The girl was wearing a green T-shirt and only a pair of loose shorts. Her snow-white thighs were exposed, which made Xiao Yao very uncomfortable.

"Are you... the Snail Girl?" Xiao Yao looked around again and sighed.

"What's that snail soup?" Shen Tianyun said deliberately in a fierce voice, "Your mess here makes me uncomfortable, so I'll clean it up for you. If you dare to mess it up again, I'll make you pay."

"Did you make this?" Xiao Yao came closer and looked at the two dishes.

"What else? I'm doing this to celebrate our reunion. We can do this once in a while. Don't expect me to serve you every day."

"Again?" Xiao Yao found the highlight.

"Ah, nothing, nothing, let's eat." Shen Tianyun said hurriedly: "How is my mother?"

Xiao Yao hesitated for a moment: "It's pretty good."

"It's pretty good? Is that all?" Shen Tianyun looked very dissatisfied.

Xiao Yao pulled out a chair and sat down face to face with Shen Tianyun on both sides of the table.

"You don't dislike her, do you?" Shen Tianyun stood up again, supporting himself on the edge of the table with his hands, his upper body leaning.

"..."

Yes, Shen Jie is very good-looking, and there is absolutely nothing to complain about her being my wife.

However, when he looked at her, he didn't have the same "feeling" as when he looked at Yu Luying.

Not yet.

"I like it, but I just feel like I can't hold on to it." Finally, Xiao Yao decided to say this.

"It's okay, it's okay. Mom is a very good person." Shen Tianyun showed a gentle look when mentioning her mother.

The girl sat down, lifted her two delicate bare feet and placed them on the chair (Xiao Yao noticed her toenail polish), and stuck the thick straw into the cup lid with a "snap" sound: "Will you die if you drink a thirty-year-old beverage?"

"Give it back to me if you don't want to drink it!"

"What did you two talk about?" Shen Tianyun bit the straw of the milk tea and took a sip: "Talk to me quickly."

"Before that," Xiao Yao said, "When you said reunion, it means that you and I in the future haven't seen each other for a long time, right?"

"You're annoying," Shen Tianyun frowned, "Didn't I tell you that my mother went out of town and you went to accompany her."

"So you live alone now?"

"Ang, what's wrong?"

Is this reasonable? Xiao Yao thought to himself.

"So, what will Shen Jie do in the future? What about me?" He picked up the chopsticks.

"My mother inherited the family business. In the past two years, she has been exploring new overseas markets and traveling all over the world," Shen Tianyun thought as she said, "You are also a C or O in the group. I don't know the details, but you are helping my mother anyway."

That sounds really good, except...

If I were a househusband, I should stay and take care of the children. If we were traveling around the world together... at least, Shen Tianyun shouldn't still be living in this old house. Even if she lives alone, she should have a nanny, right?

"Eat first, eat first, and try my cooking quickly," Shen Tianyun urged, "If you leave it any longer, it will get cold!"

Xiao Yao picked up a piece of meat.

Although I still have doubts in my heart, but...

My nose feels a little sour.

Ever since he was abandoned by his parents, he felt that he was living in loneliness and helplessness.

He moved from the countryside to Shanghai to study, leaving his junior high school friends behind, and felt a bit out of place in his high school class... Only the old guitar on the wall followed him "in a foreign land", and he felt like a floating duckweed. Although he lived with his grandmother, but...

This feeling of home is really good, Xiao Yao thought.

"Thank you." Xiao Yao thanked softly and put the meat into his mouth.

The taste after taking a bite is just slightly worse than how it looks. The sweetness is a bit high, but as a child from Shanghai, it’s not a big problem.

...Wait, this! ?

Before Xiao Yao could react, his eyes went dark and he fell to the ground with a thump.

Chapter 7: Three Body

2023-07-31

On Saturday morning, Yu Luying arrived at school on time.

Since nothing can be found out about the body, life must go on.

St. Francis Xavier's School has two days off a week, but there is a "St. Francis Xavier's After-school School" on Saturday mornings, which charges an additional fee and is "voluntary" to attend.

As for the course content, it is some courses such as mathematics and English.

When I walked into the classroom, it was almost full.

Yu Luying subconsciously glanced at the window seat in the last row - it was empty.

"He hasn't registered for this semester, don't worry about him." My deskmate teased with a smile.

This classmate is a girl with a long face, her name is "Zhou Yao".

Yu Luying didn't say anything, but just pinched her hard.

"Auntie, please spare my life!" Zhou Yao shouted.

Yu Luying took off her schoolbag, opened the wooden desk, and stuffed her things into the desk.

She smoothed her hair behind her head, sat down next to Zhou Yao and stretched her body.

Yu Luying was still wearing the same seven-quarter plaid skirt today, paired with skin-colored tights, and her red high-top canvas shoes were relaxedly placed on the horizontal bar under the desk.

"Should we learn math first or English first today...ah!" Yu Luying exclaimed softly.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Yao asked curiously.

Yu Luying put her hand on her neck, feeling a little suffocated.

For no reason, her whole body felt hot, as if she had been immersed in hot water.