Dressed as a villain's wife

Seeing his mother's face getting paler, Shen Zhiyu hastily poured her a glass of water.

"Auntie, what's the matter with you?"

"No, it's okay." Nan Zhi touched the little guy's head, the smile on his face was a little stiff.

If the original plot really made him die, could he just accept his fate?

Then why do I keep coming back to this world?

Looking at the teardrop-shaped scar on his wrist, Nan Zhi pursed his lips. If he had been wearing a soul before, he should be wearing it this time...

"Auntie?"

There was deep worry in the little guy's voice, and Nanzhi realized that he was too fascinated by his thoughts, and quickly asked in a slow tone, "Zhiyu, how has your family been in the past two years?"

"Grandma and aunt ran a food stall together, uncle and grandpa opened a carpentry shop, and I went to school with brother Doudou and brother Mao Mao, and the husband praised us for being smart."

The little guy sat down next to Nanzhi, and excitedly told her the interesting things in the past two years.

Some of them were studying in the school, some went to the food stalls to help together, and some of them went for an outing outside Yancheng, and even the two hens at home could still lay six eggs a day.

Seeing him dancing and sharing these with herself, Nanzhi remembered the days when he suffered with her in those three years, and his eyes became firmer.

She wants to live a good life, grow up with Zhiyu, and never leave him alone!

Whether the plot is not plot, even if she really can't resist the heaven of this world, she still wants Shen Wenchen to protect the child.

"Aniang, have you missed Zhiyu?"

The little guy talked for a long time, now he raised his head and looked at Nan Zhi expectantly.

Zhiyu's white and clean face still has some baby fat on it, and her big eyes are as bright as stars.

"Think about it, A Niang thinks about it." Nan Zhi stretched out his hand and took the little guy into his arms.

Thinking of Zhiyu Ruanruan calling her mother when she broke down and cried in those days, Nan Zhi felt her eyes sore.

Zhiyu is his son and his most precious thing.

I haven't seen my mother for a long time, and the little guy had to obediently go back to his room to sleep until late at night.

"Aniang, Zhiyu will wake you up tomorrow morning, okay?"

"Okay, Zhiyu should sleep well, Aniang is waiting for you to come over tomorrow morning."

Looking at the jumping figure of the little guy, Nan Zhi couldn't hold back in the end, sobbing and crying in a low voice.

Shen Wenchen sat on the roof, listening to the soft sobs from inside the house, his heart felt as if it had been stabbed by something, and it was slightly painful.

After hesitating for a while, he finally flew down to the roof, he missed her.

Nan Zhi was tired from crying on the table, and now fell into a deep sleep.

It was still a bit cold in March, Shen Wenchen looked at the sleeping person and bent down to carefully hug her to the bed.

After pinching the corners of her quilt and removing her braids, Shen Wenchen sat quietly by the bed and looked at Nan Zhi's face in a daze.

On that night two years ago, he and Lin Ercheng watched Nan Nan's body turn into white mist and dissipate along with the wind and snow.

He could only comfort himself that Nan Nan might have gone home, back to that world.

During these days in Yancheng, General Song sent letters several times asking him to go back. The second prince's henchmen had all been arrested half a year ago, and Yancheng only needed to leave one more person to guard him.

And going back there must have a better future.

Shen Wenchen gave the opportunity to Twelve, while he stayed in Yancheng to take a rank-[-] general.

He wanted to wait until Nan Nan came back.

Fortunately, fortunately, he waited until this day.

The person on the bed didn't seem to be sleeping soundly.

Shen Wenchen didn't dare to light the lamp, fearing that Nanzhi wouldn't sleep well when the candle was lit, because it was windy outside, so he didn't dare to open the window. At this moment, the room could only barely see through the moonlight shining on the window.

After watching for a while, he was about to get up and leave, but the moment he stood up, he felt someone grab his wrist.

Surprised, Shen Wenchen suddenly lowered his head, and met Nanzhi's clear eyes.

She guessed it, he would come.

Shen Wenchen was taken aback, but didn't say a word at the first moment.

"Are you going?"

Nanzhi's voice was muffled, and she could hear the displeasure in her tone.

"Don't go."

While talking, Shen Wenchen continued to sit by the bed, looked down at Nan Zhi, and waited for her next sentence.

"Do you remember when you left?"

Nan Zhi lay on her side on the bed, her long black hair spread out smoothly, making her complexion even whiter.

Shen Wenchen is a martial arts practitioner, his eyesight and hearing are better than ordinary people, seeing the disappointment on his wife's face now, he didn't speak.

"At that time, Zhiyu was only five months old. You packed up your bow and arrow early in the morning and said that you were going to go hunting in the mountains to make up for me. Before you left, you rubbed the top of my hair so that I don't have to worry." Nan Zhi said sullenly. He opened his mouth, but his eyes seemed to see the scene at that time.

"I'm waiting, waiting, waiting for you for several days. People in the village went to the mountains to look for you, but they only brought back a tattered blood-stained clothes. My mother-in-law couldn't get sick, and my father-in-law was injured because of work. Take the medicine and lie at home.

I was looking forward to your return all day and all night. At that time, Zhiyu was only a little big, but he was obedient, and he only looked at me with wide eyes every day, and never cried. "

When Nanzhi said this, the tip of her nose was sour and shed tears. She became weaker after giving birth, but she still had to rely on herself for the family affairs.

She sold everything that could be sold at home, not even the new quilt she brought from her natal home.

But her father-in-law and mother-in-law still left, so she had to go back to her mother's house to borrow money for the two old people to do the funeral.

People in the village see them as pitiful, and occasionally donate some food.

But what's more, they are talking behind their backs that they are disaster stars.

Said that he killed his husband and in-laws.

At that time, she was thinking, why did she still live in this world instead of going underground with the two old people?

But every time at this time, Zhiyu would babble and call herself A Niang.

"Nannan..."

Shen Wenchen's tone was almost begging, so why didn't he know how much Nannan had suffered for him?

In his last life, he fell off a cliff and was rescued by General Song, and only then did he recover his life.

But when his life came back, he became a "fool" and didn't know his surname. Even the name Shen Wenchen was chosen by General Song for him.

Later, he was named a general, and sent people back to Qingyun County, trying to find his family, but the last clue was broken in Lihua Village.

Lihua Village fled famine due to drought in the early years, and the village has long since become a deserted village.

Those who could be found had died long before they came back to look for them.

Later, when he met Su Tao, as long as he got close to her, he would be inexplicably attracted to her. He tried to keep a distance from her, but Su Tao would always appear around him.

Thinking of what he did later, Shen Wenchen became extremely decadent.

He owes Nan Nan and his parents too much.

"Shen Wenchen, I had such a hard time in those years!" Nan Zhi wept, her voice hoarse and broken.

"Even, even I can't even die!"

Listening to his wife's mournful voice, Shen Wenchen only felt that his heart was being gouged out with a blunt knife.

"Nannan, everything will be fine..."

Shen Wenchen hugged Nan Zhi, who was crying with tears in his eyes, and everything was still too late.