Fu Jichen looked at his abdomen along Shen Jianian's fingertips, and it was only at this time that he realized that the hem of the clothes did not know when he lifted it, and he may have just lifted the quilt and brought it up.

There was a very small scar there.

For more than three years, he seems to have long forgotten about the injuries here.

Shen Jianian saw that he lowered his eyes, and the shadow under his eyelashes covered the look under his eyes, and she couldn't tell whether he was happy or angry, or other emotions.

"If it's inconvenient to say, forget it." She still has the same attitude, not to force others, and to respect the privacy of others.

Fu Jichen raised his eyes and smiled at her, his smile was very faint: "A woman stabbed her with a knife." ”

Shen Jianian paused, blinked, and took a breath with his slightly open mouth. She was sure she didn't make any sound as she inhaled, so her expression didn't look too shocked, but in fact there was a huge ripple inside.

Woman? Stabbed with a knife?

She didn't know whether to surprise the former or the latter. Together, the two were enough for her to make up countless stories, and she didn't know which one was the correct answer.

"That man...... Why did it stab you? Shen Jianian heard himself ask him.

"She's my titular mother."

Shen Jianian didn't look in the mirror, but she felt that her expression should be very uncalm compared to just now, and it could no longer be described as more than shock.

Fu Jichen's nominal mother, she doesn't understand these words very well, isn't his mother Wei Ronghua? How can it be nominal?

Shen Jianian knew that she shouldn't ask any more, it might involve the secrets of the wealthy family, she held back her curiosity, swallowed her saliva, and picked up the towel on his lap: "The towel is no longer hot, I'll go soak in hot water for a while." ”

"Don't you want to know?" Fu Jichen could see that she was using a diversion to suppress her curiosity.

Shen Jianian: "Can I know? ”

Fu Jichen patted the position beside him and motioned for her to come to the bed: "If you want to know, I'll tell you." ”

Shen Jiannian was finally defeated by curiosity: "I'll listen to it when I get the towel hot." ”

She ran to the bathroom, and after a while, the cold towel became very hot after being soaked in hot water, and it was stuck on Fu Jichen's calf, which made him "hiss", and the sweat on his forehead was about to explode.

"I'm sorry......" Shen Jianian stuck out his tongue.

Fu Jichen turned his head to look at her, he was really fragile now, and the pain tossed his will to the point that there was not much left.

Shen Jianian kicked off her slippers and was about to climb into bed, when her knees touched the sheets, she was suddenly stunned: "I didn't take a bath." ”

Fu Jichen didn't mind, put his arm around her waist and dragged the person to the inside of the bed, and then, he also lay down, with a wet towel on his legs, it was inconvenient to cover the quilt, he pulled the quilt and covered her.

Shen Jiannian was wearing a sweater, her hair was a little messy, lying on her side, looking at Fu Jichen's face close at hand, she could even see the roots of his eyelashes clearly, only to realize how ambiguous the posture of the two was.

Anyway, we already shared a bed last night. She convinced herself in her heart.

Fu Jichen didn't know where to start, these things had been buried in his heart for a long time, he closed his eyes and was silent for a while, he spoke, and the first words he said still shocked Shen Jianian: "Wei Ronghua is not my mother. ”

Then, he told Shen Jianian a very long story, the story of the previous generation.

Shen Jianian's brain became more and more sober when he heard it, until he told Wei Ronghua that he knew the truth, he couldn't bear the stimulation, went crazy at home, and stabbed him with a knife, her breathing suddenly stopped, and her hand grabbed the quilt.

After the story was told, Fu Jichen looked at the woman lying beside her, she didn't know if she was frightened or what, her eyes were wide open.

Shen Jianian is still trying to digest this story.

In other words, Fu Jichen's titular mother, Wei Ronghua, killed his biological mother, Xiao Heting.

"You ......" Shen Jianian's voice was a little hoarse, "When did you know?" ”

It is said that nurturing grace is greater than giving birth, Wei Ronghua raised him and gave him all his love, but she was the murderer of his mother, and he knew how much conflict, suffering, and pain there would be in the future.

"Ten years old." Fu Jichen said, "On my tenth birthday, my father was drunk and stayed alone in the room, and I quietly followed him and saw him holding a picture of a woman and wept. That was the first time I saw him cry, and I was curious. He said a lot about the photos, I was more mature than the average child, and I understood everything at that time. Then one day, I pulled out the photo and realized that I looked very similar to the woman in the photo. When I grow up, this is the first thing I want to look up. ”

Before the age of ten, he didn't know anything, although Wei Ronghua was strict with him, she loved him very much, he had a precocious personality, he didn't rely much on his parents, and he was generally happy.

When he was ten years old, everything changed, he learned something from his drunken father, and his attitude towards Wei Ronghua was no longer the same as before.

When he grows up and has the ability to find out the truth of the year, the mother-son relationship with Wei Ronghua is completely broken.

It is difficult for Shen Jianian to imagine what kind of state of mind the ten-year-old Fu Jichen would be, bearing the blow of the truth alone, and growing up alone with such a secret.

She couldn't say comforting words, but stretched out her arms around his neck, as if hugging him at the age of ten across time and space.

The arm on Fu Jichen's neck was fragrant and soft, he was facing the ceiling on his back, and the corners of his mouth curled: "Are you comforting me?" ”

Shen Jianian: "Hmm. ”

Fu Jichen wanted to tell her that it was a long time ago, and he forgot whether he was sad at the beginning, it should not be, he has always accepted things quickly.

For better or for worse.

Only the fact that she left him never made him feel relieved, he didn't believe that she was dead, and insisted on finding it day after day. Thankfully, his persistence paid off.

Fu Jichen turned over and hugged her, he had complained about his father Fu Zhengjun in the past, and he also felt worthless for Xiao Heting, when one day, something similar happened to him, he knew that the words "involuntarily" were not just talking.

But now he won't have a moment of "involuntarily" and he will hold her hand firmly.

*

Shen Jianian slept for a while, and woke up to find that it was not yet twelve o'clock, and the desk lamp was on in the bedroom.

Her arms were still around Fu Jichen's neck, her face buried in his shoulder, and as soon as she took her hand away, he woke up.

The man opened his eyes, dazed, and kissed her on the face.

Shen Jianian's voice was blurred: "Are you still in pain?" ”

Fu Jichen took a painkiller after she fell asleep, and the medicine was placed in the drawer of the bedside table, he reached out and touched it, took out a pill and fed it into his mouth, did not drink water, and swallowed it dryly. The effect of the medicine has worked, and he is not in pain now.

"It's fine." He said.

Shen Jianian got up: "I went to take a shower, and I was sweating." ”

After living here for more than 20 days, she went to the cloakroom with ease, found her pajamas and went to the bathroom to take a shower, and the hot water poured down, and the things that Fu Jichen told her came to her mind.

Such an important secret involves his life experience, he actually told her like this, does he trust her too much, isn't he afraid that she will leak it and affect him?

Shen Jianian knew very well that he wouldn't tell others, but Fu Jichen didn't know......

After taking a bath, Shen Jianian lay back on the bed, her body was fragrant with shower liquid, with water vapor, she asked Fu Jichen: "Why did you tell me this?" ”

"Isn't it too late to ask this question now?" After Fu Jichen's leg stopped hurting, his spirit was much better, and he didn't have that sense of fragility when he smiled.

Shen Jianian: "What's late?" ”

Fu Jichen lowered his head, his chin touched her forehead lightly, and his voice was soft: "Because you are the person I want to marry, I tell you this because I want you to understand a complete me." ”

Shen Jianian didn't expect his answer to be this, so he didn't ask if he knew it.

Fu Jichen saw that she turned into an ostrich in an instant, shrunk her head and said nothing, knowing that she hadn't thought about it yet, and it was useless for him to be in a hurry alone.

He picked up the diamond ring that had been put on the bedside table by Shen Jianian and had not been touched before: "Our matter, I mentioned it to the old man at home today, maybe he is really old and didn't say anything, it should be the meaning of letting me make my own decisions." So, when will you marry me? ”

Shen Jianian looked at the shiny ring, his mind was messed up, why did it suddenly turn into a marriage proposal?

This time, this place, this situation...... Propose?

Did he forget that they hadn't been dating for long.

After Shen Jiannian was silent for a moment, he said something very ruptile: "What about the ring I wore before?" Did you find it later? ”

She clearly saw that the next second her words landed, Fu Jichen's face darkened.

"I asked Aunt Cheng to throw it in the toilet." In just a few words, Fu Jichen said the taste of gritting his teeth.

She just has the ability to make his mood go up and down, and she is the only one who has this ability.

Fu Zhichen grabbed her hand, directly put the diamond ring on her ring finger, put it on her lips and kissed it: "That's it, Chinese New Year's Eve, it's quite memorable." ”

At this very second, the clock struck zero o'clock, and the new year came.

Shen Jianian raised his hand stupidly, looking at the diamond ring that was not too big or small, and the size was just right, his brows and nose wrinkled together, how could someone even be so domineering about marriage proposals.

She used to clearly dislike overbearing people.