What's wrong with my mother adding special effects to my wife?

Xiao Xing is a butcher.

He has a tall and burly figure, a dignified and handsome appearance, he also has a store, seven or eight swordsmen, a butcher knife that cuts iron like mud, cutting bones silently, and a martial arts that shakes the world and shakes the world.

And these are not his luckiest place.

The most enviable thing is that he has a wife who is born in a famous family, beautiful and intelligent, and loves him deeply.

Her name is Liang Bujin—the unreasonable Bujin.

The Liang family sits in Wuti City, and the head of the family, Liang Kai, wields an autumn river sword to wipe out Tuochuan horse thieves, gaining a reputation as a chivalrous man.Liang Bujin is the eldest daughter of the Liang family, and her martial arts and courage are not inferior to her father. After inheriting this famous sword at the age of Ji, she killed the leader of Shuo Lei who spoke frivolously to her with one sword, and took the word "Bujin".Everyone in the Jianghu knows that this noble and arrogant young master of the Liang family has the intention of not marrying, and disdains all the intimacy and flattery of men-but exceptions are always easy to happen by accident.

In March of the year Guimao, "Drunken Red Sword" Wu Shancui invited Liang Bujin to fight at Shuangyan Peak.

He cut off a branch of peach blossoms in full bloom, Ren Qiong flied every now and then, saying, we should become a pair of heroes.

She said, you want to be a flower destroyer, but I want to be a flower destroyer.

She drew her sword sharply.

Autumn kills spring, and the autumn river breaks the soul.

Wu Shancui just smiled regretfully.

He wanted to keep Liang Bujin, if he couldn't keep her people, he had to keep her life.

It's a tough fight.

Liang Bujin was about to lose. She knew that she could die, but she couldn't.Because she is too aware of the fate of the loser, especially a defeated woman——

She attacked him in a self-destructive way.

Finally, Wu Shancui collapsed suddenly among the falling flowers on Shuangyan Peak, adding color to this tragic courtship with warm blood.

Liang Bujin lost consciousness, and she saw that the cloud of death hanging over the other party began to spread over her head.

But that is not a cloud, but a shadow of a person.

The man squatted down, wiped Qiujiang's sword carefully with his cuff, then put the sword back into its sheath, and carried Liang Buqian on his back.

"Miss Liang, my name is Xiao Xing, and I'm here to help you."

"You want to help me, why didn't you make a move just now?"

"If I intervene in the battle, you may be grateful to me, but you will definitely not marry me."

"Oh? Then what do you do to marry you?"

"I don't know. I don't know what makes you happy, but I don't do things that don't make you happy."

Liang Bujin leaned on his back, and heard Qingyue echoing when his Qiujiang sword collided with the opponent's ring head knife.

He hid the knife for her and wiped the sword for her.

He will not hide her edge.

This is the secret of her heart.

Xiao Xing is a rootless swordsman, his relatives, friends, and relying on this sword.He loves the knife like his life, and believes that it has long been connected with his blood and cannot be separated.

His confession to Liang Bujin is also: "You look a lot like it—my knife."

She used to like this particular description very much.

Until she got tired of killing and disputes, melted down the Qiujiang Sword, left Wuti City, and lived in seclusion in Tao County with Xiao Xing.

They agreed not to use martial arts, not to get involved in grievances, not to fight for victory, family, fame and fortune, but to live as Liang Bujin and Xiao Xing.

She lived the life she expected, mediocre and peaceful, trivial but fulfilling.

Xiao Xing also discarded the nameless ring head knife as she wished.

He never named his knives.

"Name it? It's not some magic weapon, it doesn't need a name." Xiao Xing replied a little shyly.

However, he chose to be a butcher.

Liang Bujin once thought that he chose this profession only to support his family, but after all these years of getting along with her, she finally understood that he couldn't do without a knife.

Whether in a slaughterhouse or not, whether you need to use a knife or not, whether you sleep at night or wake up day and night, whether you walk, sit, sit or lie down—

He always carries that thick, sharp butcher knife.

Apart from this incident, he did "not let Liang Bujin feel any displeasure".

"It's just a knife, just like your clothes, women's jewels, I'm used to it, why do you care so much?"

"Because you are more attached to it than I am."

He was surprised and sad: "No."

Liang Bujin couldn't believe it, one day she would be jealous of Dasheng because of a dead thing, it was too funny and humiliating.

But she couldn't control her wild imagination.

Daoguang is like a strange ghost, using its gorgeous and deep waves to absorb Xiao Xing's soul and destroy Liang Bujin's reason all the time.

When eating and drinking, she felt that the shaking of the handle of the knife was consistent with the frequency of Xiao Xing's chewing; when resting, she saw that he would touch the scabbard subconsciously even with his eyes closed, and the curved arc of the knife body just fit his palm, which was designed by nature. They complement each other; even in the bed, she will secretly care about which one is more tender, his caressing the knife or the gentle caressing towards herself.

He is a natural swordsman, able to fit with any sword, and can quickly comprehend any kind of sword technique, but he is never proud of this talent, and only accompanies her with a docile and humble attitude.

She never doubted his love for her.

She knew that half a lifetime of wandering made Xiao Xing used to its existence, she could not remove it, but could replace it with other things.

This aroused her competitive heart.

Liang Bujin leaned into her husband's arms and said in a war-declaring tone: "We can have a child."

This made Xiao Xing flattered.

He never expected that she would give birth to offspring for him. She was so lonely, and children were just appendages to her.And she was willing to make sacrifices for herself—he was trapped in the blank joy, only felt his blood boil, and there was nothing to repay.

After becoming pregnant, Liang Buyuan naturally received more attention, and Xiao Xing also became busier, more tired, and even less willing to let go of his knife.

Her gaze changed from tenderness to sadness, and on a dark night, she begged almost humblely: "Can't you put down the knife for me? I don't want to see it."

In fact, in the dimly lit room, it was hidden in the shadows and could hardly be seen by human eyes, but she could still feel its existence.

"I... But, why? I need it." Facing his wife's request, he felt at a loss.

"Because I gave up the Qiujiang sword!" She said angrily, "You should also let go of everything in the past, including this knife!"

He shook his head dully: "Not close, it's not the original one..."

"It is." Liang Bujin stared at him sullenly, "It is lodged on your body and has never left."

Xiao Xing avoided her questioning, and only said in a low voice: "I'll go get some hot water, you have a good rest."

Only now did Liang Bujin understand why he fell in love with Xiao Xing since he hated men.

He is more like a sacrificial sacrificial knife than a human being. He can easily follow her away from the rivers and lakes because he has no attachment to the world. He is a swordsman and a butcher. There is no difference between killing people and slaughtering livestock, but leaving With the knife, he doesn't know who he is, and he doesn't know what he should do.

He doesn't know how people should live.

He doesn't love her, he just regards her as the same kind, which is why he is so close.

Liang Bujin recalled the day they first met, when he wiped the sword for her, his expression was as gentle as water, almost drowning.

But this kindness is not for her.

If she has always been the eldest lady of the Liang family, if she has never thought about her true home, a natural knife and a sword that has been smelted, drum-cast, and disciplined, maybe they can get what they need, and sing in harmony.

The pain of not being understood, and being unable to be understood, made her disposition resentful and uncertain.

She often hears the advice of her neighbors——

"Oh, Mrs. Liang is a bit... But it's always like this when women are pregnant, so you have to take care of it."

"Yes, Xiao Tu, don't worry, it will be fine when the baby is born."

Xiao Xing felt guilty about her change, and he began to ask others how to please his wife. The room not near Liang was full of flowers and plants, sachets, makeup powder, and jewelry.

But she never gave him a smile at all.

The midwinter, the great cold, was also the day she gave birth.

As New Year's Eve is approaching, the supply of meat is in short supply, and Xiao Xing can't get away from the slaughterhouse.When he got the news and ran home, he was still holding the knife that had just been pulled out of the pig's intestines.

The baby cried loudly, and he approached the weak Liang Bugui with small hands and feet, his expression changing back and forth between helpless confusion and ecstatic excitement.

"There is too much blood on the knife, it scares the child..."

"Ah, oh, oh."

He threw the knife beside the copper basin filled with hot water, and took the life as soft as a new bud from Liang Bujin's hands.

Her eyes froze for a moment.

Because Xiao Xing's arms were occupied by the baby, his pupils were also filled with the surprise of becoming a father for the first time.At this moment, he really put down his knife.

"Let's call her 'Put the Knife,' shall we?"

Her voice jolted him awake with joy.

Xiao Xing looked at his emaciated wife on the couch, and was on the verge of tears: "I... am not close, thank you for your hard work."

"Call her 'put the knife', okay?"

she repeated stubbornly.

Xiao Xing seemed to understand what she meant—this child could reshape the meaning of his life.

but……

He is always terrified of the unknown and the new.As always, when he was lost, he would look for that eternally solid, cold, silent partner.

He hugged the swaddling baby with one hand, and grabbed the butcher knife resting on the corner of the table with the other.

When the blade returned to the sheath around his waist, Liang Bujin let out a disappointed, almost desperate sigh.

He dared not look directly at her like this.

She reached out to him to take the child. He hung his head and put the baby in Liang Buxie's arms in a daze.

The moment the three of them were closest to each other, a waterfall of blood gushed out.

He felt a sudden burst of heart-piercing pain from his chest, which made his eyes widen and he lost his voice.

The long, sharp copper scissors had just cut the baby's umbilical cord, and now they crushed the father's viscera.

He looked at the pale Liang Bujin in disbelief.

She announced calmly and coldly: "Her name is 'Xiao Fangdao'."

At this time, her gaze was even more ruthless and decisive than when she killed Wu Shancui.

When people die, their lights go out, like Tang Woxue.

Xiao Xing smiled miserably.

However, he thought, Liang Bujin was kind to him after all, because she still imprinted his imprint on the child's name.

He still considers himself very lucky in his life.

……

The bloody smell was smoldering and wandering in the cramped room, refusing to let it go.

Xiao Fangdao's crying gradually stopped.

It seemed like a baby's quiet mourning for a death.

The author has something to say: the result is still not finished! So it is divided into two chapters!

The style of the suzerain's name obviously comes from her mother√