Chapter 344: Years Pass by (Part )
Shen Zhaoli looked at Wen Jiao's slender ankles wrapped in gauze, raised the corners of his lips and smiled, "Why do you look like a zongzi?"

Wen Jiao really wanted to raise his foot and kick Shen Zhaoli.

But now she was a patient and didn't want to make her wounds worse, so she swallowed her anger and said, "Do you have manners?"

"You don't look like you can take a hot spring bath. Let's just stay in the room." Shen Zhaoli said as he walked towards the TV and bent down at the TV cabinet, as if looking for something.

Wen Jiao asked curiously, "What are you looking for?"

"Disc."

"No way, who still watches DVDs these days?" Wen Jiao was a little surprised, "Are you sure there will be?"

"My brother has stocked up a lot of out-of-print movies for Bian Yue, and Bian Yue likes to watch them." Shen Zhaoli paused when he said this, and actually took out a few discs, "Do you want to watch them?"

Wen Jiao said no, "This movie is older than I am, let's watch something new."

"What do you want to see?"

Wen Jiao said: "Thriller!"

Shen Zhaoli sneered and looked Wen Jiao up and down, "Aren't you afraid?"

"You are the one who is afraid, right?" Wen Jiao looked at Shen Zhaoli with disdain, "Who doesn't know that you are timid?"

Shen Zhaoli was so angry that he laughed.

"Okay, let's watch a thriller then."

I fell asleep, turned on the TV, and found a thriller that had just been released recently.

This is a Thai film, and the camera language is extremely bloody.

"There are really ghosts in their movies." Shen Zhaoli said softly, accompanied by the eerie background sound.

"Oh." Wen Jiao remained calm, "I know."

The movie was getting better and better, and both of them were watching it very seriously.

Wen Jiao sat on the edge of the bed, hugging a pillow, concentrating completely.

Just as the female ghost appeared, the excitement on Wen Jiao's face had not yet been fully revealed, when he suddenly heard Shen Zhaoli next to him scream.

Before Wen Jiao could react, Shen Zhaoli had already thrown himself into her arms.

The other party relied on her beauty and said innocently in Wen Jiao's arms: "I'm scared."

The corners of Wen Jiao's lips twitched, "Didn't you just say you weren't afraid?"

"I never said I wasn't afraid." Shen Zhaoli said seriously, "I'm a good young man, how could I have seen such a thing!"

Wen Jiao pushed him, "Then don't lie on my legs."

"No." Shen Zhaoli said seriously: "I can't sit still now. It's too scary. I haven't recovered yet."

This slowdown lasted until the end of the movie.

Shen Zhaoli sat up contentedly and asked Wen Jiao if he wanted to go find Bian Xiao and the others for dinner.

Wen Jiao pounded his numb legs and frowned, "I'm not hungry yet, take your time."

Shen Zhaoli squatted down and massaged Wen Jiao's thighs.

"Would this be better?"

Wen Jiao watched Shen Zhaoli's actions in silence.

Her eyes were complicated, and after a long while, she said, "You were just pretending."

"Ah."

Very frank.

Wen Jiao didn't know what to say. Instead, Shen Zhaoli looked up at her seriously, "When did your legs start to ache? Why didn't you tell me?"

Wen Jiao said, "Your arm was resting on my head all night, but you didn't tell me?"

The atmosphere suddenly became very quiet.

The smile on Shen Zhaoli's lips deepened. He looked at Wen Jiao seriously and spoke again, becoming very gentle, "Jiao Jiao, you are so cute."

Wen Jiao is rarely praised for being cute.

"Oh." Wen Jiao stood up and said uncomfortably, "Then you have good taste. You have a keen eye for talent!"

After dinner in the evening, little Bian Xiao and Wen Yongwei quickly left the two of them and ran out to play.

They are getting along very happily now, and the presence of Wen Jiao and Shen Zhaoli has become redundant.

The two were left there by an old man and a child, and Shen Zhaoli laughed happily.

Wen Jiao poked at the beef in the bowl and said, "You are really generous. You are so happy even when you are despised."

"I also want to spend more time alone with you." Shen Zhaoli looked at Wen Jiao leisurely. He cut a few pieces of beef and put them on Wen Jiao's plate. "It's good for the two of us to be alone."

Wen Jiao looked at the extra beef in his bowl and asked casually, "What do you usually eat when you are abroad?"

Shen Zhaoli said, "Eat whatever is convenient."

"Is it true?" Wen Jiao asked, "Are you used to eating this?"

"Jiaojiao, you may not believe this, but I have even eaten rotten rice."

The casual expression on Wen Jiao's face suddenly disappeared. She looked at Shen Zhaoli with some guilt. After a long while, she said softly, "I'm sorry, I don't know what you were like before."

Shen Zhaoli didn't mind, he was even happy about Wen Jiao's nervousness.

This at least shows that she is not completely indifferent to herself now.

So Shen Zhaoli looked into Wen Jiao's eyes seriously and asked carefully, "Do you want to know now?"

Wen Jiao clenched the knife and fork in her hand. She made up her mind several times before finally saying seriously, "I want to know."

The night at the hot spring villa was quiet and peaceful. It was not open to the public, and apart from Wen Jiao and the other three, there were no other guests.

The two walked on the deserted wooden bridge. The moon was bright and the stars were sparse, with the sounds of unknown insects and birds.

Wen Jiao heard Shen Zhaoli's voice, light and casual.

He spoke slowly and steadily, without much emotion in his tone, just stating the facts.

The year Shen Zhaoli was born, his mother had a difficult labor and bled too much, which left her with a chronic illness.

Before Shen Shu recognized Shen Zhaoli, Shen Zhaoli had been living with his mother in a slum abroad.

Shen Zhaoli didn't know his mother's real name.

They moved many times, and each time, their mother would change her and his names.

The last time, my mother's name was Chen Lan.

Of course this name is also fake, but in that place, no one cares about their real names.

In fact, the slums are also divided into classes, and he and his mother are at the bottom of the slums.

They do not have legal residence permits and their lives abroad are difficult.

Shen Zhaoli relied on his mother to wash clothes for others, one piece of clothing at a time, from morning to night, and saved enough money to buy milk powder for him to grow up.

"As far as I can remember, my mother has never worn a good piece of clothing. She always wore rags that others didn't want, and her face was always covered with scars. She was often bullied. As an orphan and a widow, she was always the target of bullying. Every time, she couldn't stand it anymore and took me to move. We didn't have much luggage, so every time we moved, we had very little stuff, and it even became less and less."

Wen Jiao didn't know when she stopped. She stood on the Mufeng Bridge, looking at Shen Zhaoli's calm profile. The shock in her heart was indescribable.

His life was far more difficult than she had imagined, and even in Wen Jiao's opinion, it couldn't be any worse.