My wife is frail and sickly

Chapter 14 Gou Rich, Don't Forget Each Other

New Year's Eve.

Shen Xiaolou has not celebrated the Chinese New Year for many years, 12 years to be exact.The first two years were because she had no family and no home to return to.While others were having family reunions, she stayed alone in the rental house and dealt with it with a pack of instant noodles.Through the window, looking at the dark night sky outside.

After the apocalypse, it would be great if people can survive with difficulty. How can they have the leisure to care about whether they celebrate the New Year or not?

She was still alone this year. Erya wanted to stay with her, but Shen Xiaolou refused. She was used to it. She was used to celebrating New Years and holidays alone. She was used to doing everything alone. She was used to it. Why should she be so tired? What if others can’t be reunited either?
Now facing a table of food alone, Shen Xiaolou suddenly felt lonely. This loneliness lingered like a dark night, making her extremely depressed and eager to find someone to accompany her.

When you think together, you can't sit still.Shen Xiaolou quickly packed the food into the food box. The food box was very large, with two layers, and could hold a lot of things.

"Scholar, I'm here to celebrate the New Year with you!" Before anyone arrived, a beaming voice arrived first.

The scholar lying on the bed looked up and saw his savior coming in carrying a large food box with difficulty.The food box is very big and looks heavy. The little girl is thin and small. Her face is only as big as a palm, but her eyes are very flexible and moist, as if she can talk.

A slight smile appeared on the scholar's quiet face.

"I knew you were alone." Shen Xiaolou's voice was filled with contentment. She put the food box on the table and shook her arms, "Oh, it's so heavy. I'm exhausted. Scholar, you..." Before she finished speaking, she coughed, "Sorry... I'll... cough for a while..." She covered her chest with one hand and put the other on the table, bending over and coughing until she couldn't breathe.

"What's wrong with Miss Shen?" The scholar sat up from the bed, his eyes filled with worry.

"No, don't come down." Shen Xiaolou quickly stopped him, "Just sit on the bed. I'm fine. Isn't that okay?" She suppressed her coughing and saw that the scholar was still frowning, so she He waved his hands nonchalantly and said, "I'm really fine. I just got choked by the wind on the road. Don't look at me because I'm thin. In fact, there's nothing serious about my health. I just need to take care of myself and I'll be fine."

The scholar thought to himself: You don't look like you are in any serious condition. This girl is too thin, her complexion is sickly pale, and there is no blood on her lips. She looks like someone who has not recovered from a long-term illness.

But after all, the other party was a girl, so he couldn't say much. He just said: "Miss Shen, just fine."

Shen Xiaolou brought out the food, regardless of whether he had eaten it or not, and said directly: "I brought a few dishes, don't worry, they are still hot. I don't know if they are to your liking, oh, by the way..." She jerked Patting his forehead, he remembered that he was a wounded person, "You are still sick, so you must have some taboos, right? But it doesn't matter. I also packed a plate of vegetarian dumplings and vegetable porridge. Which one do you want to eat first?"

Without waiting for the scholar to speak, she made the decision for him, "I still want to drink porridge to nourish my stomach."

The scholar looked at the bowl that was thrust into his hand. The bowl was hot, the vegetable porridge was still steaming, and the fragrance floated into his nose.He was startled, feeling something strange in his heart. He raised his head, his quiet eyes filled with warmth, "Thank you, Miss Shen!"

His voice was a bit low and hoarse, but it carried an indescribable charm, especially the words "Miss Shen" coming out of his thin lips. To Shen Xiaolou's ears, it was as if he was sitting by the window under heavy snowfall, savoring the words. A steaming cup of fragrant tea fills the air with the aroma of tea. The warm liquid flows from your mouth into your throat, warming your whole body.

This scholar cared about her everywhere, and he simply cared about her aesthetics.Shen Xiaolou herself is a strong person. She doesn't like domineering presidents. She likes gentle scholars with fair skin, warm eyes, and excellent education in every gesture.Shen Xiaolou laughed, "Why are you so polite? It's just a bowl of porridge! You are a scholar and have a bright future. As a little girl, I have no one to rely on, so I have to invest in advance so that I can find you as my backer in the future. Scholars, we are rich and noble, so don't forget each other. .”

Most of these words were Shen Xiaolou's true thoughts. If this scholar was a potential stock, wouldn't she give him timely help in advance and take her into her lap when the scholar becomes mature?
"This, no, Miss Shen, I'm..." The scholar was surprised, and his words were incoherent in a panic.

"Why, aren't you willing?" Shen Xiaolou looked into his eyes.

"No." He quickly denied, looking into Shen Xiaolou's clear eyes, he hurriedly turned away as if being burned, with a shy expression, "Although I have been studying since childhood, my qualifications are average, and I am only a scholar now. I'm afraid I will I disappoint Miss Shen.”

"You are a scholar! I can't call you a scholar anymore, I have to call you a scholar." Shen Xiaolou winked and praised him, "It's already remarkable that you were selected as a scholar at such a young age. In time, you will definitely become a master of public examinations and a Jinshi. The master’s.”

What does it matter if such a good-looking person fails the exam?
"I borrowed the girl's blessing." The scholar was even more embarrassed, the tips of his ears were red, and he lowered his eyes and said, "I have a name."

"Oh, may I ask your name?" Shen Xiaolou held his chin and looked at him with a smile.

Ouch, he is shy!Shen Xiaolou couldn't help but want to tease such an innocent little scholar.

"My surname is Xie, which can be divided into two characters: Guiyuan." For some reason, he changed his mind when the words came to his lips.

"Thank you Guiyuan! This is a great name!" Shen Xiaolou clapped his hands in praise and said seriously, "Guiyuan, Guiyuan, what do you think lives in the abyss? Dragon! The hidden dragon will fly into the abyss sooner or later. Soaring to the sky. You are destined to be extraordinary after all! Scholars, live in wealth and honor, don’t forget each other!”

This is the second time she mentioned "Wealth and wealth, don't forget each other." There was sincerity, wonder, joy, and expectation in her eyes, as if he would really become prosperous in the future.This was the first time that someone wished him well so openly, even if it was just to use him as a backer, without any calculation.

"If you want wealth and honor, don't forget each other! Miss Shen has a life-saving grace for me. No matter whether I can be rich or not in the future, if the girl wants something, I will go through fire and water." He said seriously.

"Okay, it's settled." Shen Xiaolou was extremely happy. No matter whether this scholar could become her supporter in the future, he must have a very good impression of her now, "Oh, I'm so busy talking that my food is almost gone." It’s cold, eat it quickly. Today is the New Year, Xiucai, I wish you good luck in the coming year and great achievements.”

As expected, people can't be alone all the time. Wouldn't it be happy to have someone to talk to?

At this moment, a song sounded in Shen Xiaolou's mind: Two lonely people, walking home together at night, la la la la, holding hands and wandering to the end of the world together...

　At the end of writing, "Ode to Loneliness" really came to Hehe's mind, so he changed the words a bit...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)