After receiving the letter from Yao Weishan at the post station outside the city, Song Jinshu was truly relieved.
Although he and Yao Shaoqing were not close friends, they had received a lot of favors in Yancheng. Now that Yao Shaoqing could escape the clutches of Youdu, he was naturally happy.
Yan Cheng brought the chicken soup into the room and saw Song Jinshu dozing off against the bed with a scroll in one hand. The weather in Youdu was getting colder, so Yan Cheng put three or four heaters in the room for fear that Song Jinshu would catch a cold.
He walked over quietly and took out the scroll in Song Jinshu's hand, but he didn't expect to wake up the sleeping person.
Song Jinshu's eyelashes trembled slightly. He looked at Yan Cheng with a sleepy complaint on his face, his dream had been interrupted.
"Second Master."
After taking medicine for several months, to nourish his throat, when the doctor came to see him last time, Song Jinshu's voice was almost healed.
"Well," Yan Cheng sat next to Song Jinshu and took the quilt that had fallen to his side to cover his bulging belly, "I woke you up, do you want to sleep for a while?"
Song Jinshu always slept lightly during pregnancy, and after being woken up, he didn't want to sleep anymore.
He shook his head, leaned on Yan Cheng's shoulder, and used his strength to sit straight on the bedside. His belly was getting bigger and bigger, and he wanted to move less and less.
"Brother sent a letter this morning, do you want to read it?"
When he heard that Yan Chi had sent the letter, Song Jinshu's eyes lit up. He handed it to Yan Cheng with his palm facing up, smiling ingratiatingly, his eyes narrowed to slits and the ends of his eyes raised slightly.
Looks like a domesticated little fox.
Yan Cheng had always been helpless with Song Jinshu, so he took out the somewhat thin letter from his inner sleeve and placed it into Song Jinshu's hands.
After returning to Youdu, Yan Cheng gradually handed over the affairs of the clothing store to the shopkeeper and spent more time with Song Jinshu on weekdays to teach him how to read.
Song Jinshu excitedly opened the letter sent by Yan Chi and read the entire letter word by word, for fear of missing something important.
Yan Chi had always been a person who reported good things but not bad things. The letter he sent home contained nothing else except that he was fine, but Song Jinshu still read the letter back and forth two or three times before putting it down.
"I don't like him, Master Shen."
Yan Cheng raised his index finger and scratched the bridge of his nose funnily, "Idiot, now I have to call you brother-in-law."
Song Jinshu reluctantly pouted, holding his belly and shrinking into Yan Cheng's arms, as if sulking.
"Tell my husband, why don't you like him?"
Yan Cheng chuckled as he lowered his eyes. Song Jinshu appeared gentle and generous, never offending anyone or disliking anyone. However, Yan Cheng knew that Song Jinshu had a ledger in his heart, filled with his impressions of each person. Despite his kindness and habit of always giving his best to others, Song Jinshu did not ignore details.
"He is not good for the eldest brother." Song Jinshu is not that familiar with Shen Yuxiu and has not interacted with him much. "I have seen him making the eldest brother cry. The eldest brother was crying so sadly, but he still only cared about himself and his happiness. .."
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Rebirth of the Dumb Husband and Wife *COMPLETED*
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