After the soul piercing, I became a mother without any pain, and I am taking care of myself at the C

Chapter 77 I seem to be sick
  "Teacher Wen, look at the gifts that my brothers and sisters and I brought."

"It seems."

After Asen finished speaking, his eyes were fixed on the exquisite embroidered fabric in the wooden box, his eyes full of love.

These clothes are all handicrafts of the grandma and grandma of Miaoyun Village.

Most of it was obtained by Wen Jiu working in their silver jewelry shop or embroidery shop, and a small part was made by herself and Wen Yan Wenli.

Wenjiu's hands were shaking a little.

His lips were pursed tightly, and his heart was trembling.

Jiang Yubai guessed something and waited quietly for the wine to be warmed. Asen and the photographer, along with the netizens watching the live broadcast, were confused and didn't know what was going on.

[Why are Wenjiu so afraid? How baffling. 】

[She wouldn’t have discovered the live broadcast, right? 】

[If you can’t speak, please shut up, okay? Only those who drink and beautify will not be so boring. 】

[The mouth is on me. I can say whatever I want. It’s not like Wenjiu has never done this before. What’s wrong with me telling the truth? If she hadn't acted so well, I would have stood on my head and eaten shit! 】

Most of the lights in the club are warm yellow.

The light hit Wenjiu's eyes, clearly illuminating the twinkling tears.

Inside the plastic bag is a smooth, delicate skirt with a little sparkle. The most important thing is the collar design. The colorful auspicious clouds and bouquets can be said to be the same as the collar of the wooden box Miao family wedding dress.

This is what she taught Wen Yan and Wenli!

No one knows except them.

"Asen, who made this bet? Is it a boy and girl about the same height as you? Where are they now? Are they living well..."

Quite a bit choked with tears.

"Are you sure it's them?" Jiang Yubai stabilized her and raised her arm, his handsome face becoming a little solemn.

"This is the handicap I taught Ayan Ali personally. It's them, it must be them!"

Asen understood a little bit, swallowed his saliva and asked uncertainly, "Teacher Wen, do you know the person who made this buckle?"

Is what that brother said so amazing?
  "Yes." Wenjiu's eyes were full of hope, "Can you take me to meet them?"

In the past life and this life, the only thing that has never changed is the relationship between Wen Yan and Wen Li.

Xie Shuishui and Ah Jin were not much younger than they were later.

The three of them have been each other's backers and pillars of support since they can remember. They have the best relationship and understand each other best.

Li Guihua named her Wenjiu, and Ayan Ali, who had no parents and no surname, took her surname Wen.

for them.

They are biological brothers and sisters.

It has been almost four years since they were driven away by Wen Xue.

I've tried my best to find them, but I still can't find them!

[OK, can you please stop acting? Does she think this is her birthday party alone? Wen Xue is ready to appear. 】

[Can the seductress be more sensible? Her elders gave her such a grand birthday party, and all she knows is that she is acting awkwardly here to attract traffic? 】

Asen said: "That brother won't let me take you to see him."

He didn't dare to look into Wen Jiu's eyes.

Afraid that Wen Jiu would be disappointed, he hurriedly said, "He said it was because it wasn't time to meet yet, so he asked Teacher Wen to wait patiently."

Wenjiu clasped her fingertips on her palms, took a deep breath to calm herself down, turned around and took out a photo from the small mahogany box, pointing at the two children, a boy and a girl, standing next to her.

When I was in my early ten years, I was very green.

"Asen, are they them?" Wenjiu asked softly, suppressing his urgency.

Asen saw the handsome face of the boy in white short-sleeved shirt and nodded, "He is the brother, but there is no sister." "How could it be...how could there not be A Li? They are twins and have always been inseparable."

Wenjiu took a few steps back in confusion.

[I really can’t stand it anymore. Wenjiu is so weak. 】

[Not only is it weak, but it also tastes like tea. 】

[I can’t stand the dilly-dallying anymore, so I’ve given up. 】

Perhaps due to the sudden pain in her heart, the red rose nourished by her essence and blood rushed out.

Invisible in mid-air, "Beautiful Wine, don't be sad first, your heart can't bear the heavy load right now. I'll go see what Sister Green Tea is doing!"

Ah Sen and Jiang Yubai had the same worry on their faces.

Warm wine suppressed the panic in his heart, and he rubbed his brows tiredly.

"You guys go out first? I want to be alone for a while." Her thoughts were a little confused, or her whole body was already a little wandering. The overwhelming and inexplicable emotions in her chest kept hitting her, and she herself felt extremely embarrassed, "Jiang Yu Bai, take Asen for a walk, I remember that some people from the fashion industry will come today, maybe someone can discern pearls."

"I'll have someone take him there." Jiang Yubai took out his cell phone.

Wenjiu stopped him and insisted: "No, you take it with you. I'm fine. I just thought of some things and my mind was a little confused. I want to sleep for a while."

Jiang Yubai looked at her seriously.

"..." Wenjiu said helplessly, "You can send someone to watch outside the door."

Speaking of this, Jiang Yubai frowned and called his special assistant Gao Ming, and asked the etiquette lady of the club to guard the outside of the lounge. He went inside and stared at the warm wine and closed his eyes before leaving.

The photographer who was secretly filming was also forced to stop working.

【Is this gone? 】

[Either eating or sleeping, does that mean she is a pig? 】

[Hmm, the pure passerby also said that he didn’t understand. Why is the way of thinking about warming wine so different from ordinary people? Is there any mental problem with her? 】

Inner room.

Wenjiu, who has become a candidate for mental illness in the eyes of netizens, opened his eyes.

It was empty and dark inside.

She slowly got out of bed, no longer seeing any brightness in front of others.

Her delicate facial features seemed to be split by numbness. After Wenjiu got out of bed, she didn't go far. She just leaned on the bed and squatted down, her arms tightly wrapped around her bent knees, and her light blue dress seemed even bigger on her body.

White Snake sensed something was wrong.

He wanted to speak but found that his spiritual consciousness had been blocked by warm wine.

It couldn't make a sound, and its red eyes reflected a person who was about to break.

Wen Jiu seemed to notice its struggle, and his dull brown eyes stopped focusing and touched the white snake's head, "Xiao Bai, I seem to be sick. I can't help but get stuck in what happened in the past, over and over again. I'm not like this Fragile, I just, I don’t know why I suddenly became like this, I always have a lot of sadness in my heart.”

She said enough was enough.

Close your eyes quietly.

The clear memory that was pressing deep in my heart came back again.

She turned off all the lights, and the curtains blocked all light. The room was dark and airtight, giving her more breathing space to avoid dangerous thoughts one after another.

She hadn't contacted Wenjiu's former psychiatrist for a long time, because she was Wenjiu, the master of the Xuanmen Sect, and she had very powerful skills.

She thought she would never make the same mistake again no matter what.

But she didn't expect that the disease would come so quietly...
  She didn't want anyone to see her like this.

"Wine beauty!"

The red rose that passed through the wall looked at Wen Jiu in horror as he cut his wrist with the small spirit sword.

(End of this chapter)