After Marrying the Sick and Weak Son, I Turned Around

Cuiyan stood beside her, rubbing her hands in the cold. Just when she was about to ask the young lady why she had been standing stupidly outside the courtyard, Su Anan suddenly stepped forward.

Cuiyan hurriedly followed with the food box.

As soon as I opened the door, I felt the coldness that had nowhere to hide raging.

She took the food box in Cuiyan's hand, walked in, and complained, "Why don't you put the charcoal basin, it's so cold."

Shen Juncheng put down the account book and hurried over, "I've been in the study for a while, and I'm too lazy to let go of the charcoal, but it's you, it's not time to rest, why did you suddenly come to the study?"

Su Anan smiled and said, "When I was eating, I felt that you had a cough, so I made some Chuanbei lotus seed soup for you."

Shen Jun took it and explained, "It's been cold recently, and I've caught a little wind chill. It doesn't matter, you can just send someone to boil it. Why bother, what if you get wind chill too?"

Su An'an took his hand and said that she kept warm very well, how could she catch the cold so easily, but he, who has never been sick, coughed, which was always worrying.

She muttered: "It seems that you coughed a little when you were injured, why is it not good now?"

Shen Juncheng was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "It's just a small problem, it will be fine in a few days, don't worry."

Su Anan smiled, without entanglement, and said casually: "Listening to your cough, it reminds me of the first time I saw you."

No one was seen at that time, so I heard his voice.

Coughing loudly, as if the death of a seriously ill person is approaching.

She joked, "I was worried that you wouldn't be able to make it through the wedding."

Shen Juncheng also remembered the first meeting, and couldn't help laughing: "Really, I was so realistic at the time?"

"No, the feeling of coughing can go away at any time. On the night of the wedding, I have to worry about you, okay?"

Shen Juncheng really didn't expect her to worry about this, so she laughed suddenly, her voice was pleasant, and it echoed in the empty study for a long time.

He was rarely happy, and laughed for a long time, until he coughed up and stopped laughing, and whispered a word in her ear.

Su An'an didn't blush unexpectedly, and raised her eyebrows and said, "Just do it."

Shen Juncheng wanted to laugh again.

He pulled the man into his arms and suddenly sighed.

Fate is really a wonderful thing. At that time, I thought she might not even be a passer-by, but I didn't expect that they would become inseparable people after going around.

He couldn't help feeling, pulling her into the memory together.

From the first adversity of the two, to the step by step approach in the later stage, the two of them reminisced carefully.

The study room is cold, but the friendship is warm.

She nestled in his arms and said with a smile, "Shen Juncheng, it's nice to meet you."

He kissed the back of her hand and said, "It's my husband too."

Su An'an's eyes were bright and playful, "Would you like to go back to the room and rest?"

"it is good."

He drank the Chuanbei lotus seed soup, and led her back slowly.

Baishuang left a string of footprints in the courtyard, intertwined with each other...

The next day, Su Anan instructed Cuiyan to go to Mochizuki Restaurant to send a peace charm.

Cui Yan was curious, "Why are you sending a peace charm, miss?"

Su Anan explained, "When I was eating in the private room yesterday, I thought the pendant there was very beautiful. I took it off and played with it. I never forgot to put it back and bring it back."

"Please help me return it, and say sorry to the shopkeeper by the way."

"Oh." Cuiyan took the order, and went out happily with the peace talisman.

After Cuiyan left, Su Anan called Phantom again, saying that the marriage was settled for them, and it would be the fifteenth of the first month. It was a bit hasty, but it should be in time.

Mirage naturally has no objection, saying that he will be hired after the year.

Su Anan snorted and looked at the back of the phantom leaving, and suddenly said, "Phantom."

Phantom turned around and asked respectfully, "What else is there to order, Madam?"

Su Anan tightened her handkerchief and said, "Cuiyan, I will entrust it to you in the future. You must treat her well."

Phantom hummed heavily, "Don't worry ma'am."

"Well, let's go."

Phantom said goodbye, Yueluo closed the door, Su Anan sat in front of the charcoal basin and asked Yueluo to help her bring her a dresser and a brocade box.

Yueluo was about to hand it to his wife, but Su Anan said, "This is for you, Yueluo."

"For slaves?"

"Well, it's almost New Year's Eve, take the New Year's gift for you."

Yueluo hesitated, and Su Anan said, "You have always tried your best, and you have been injured to protect me. This gift is really nothing, you must not refuse."

Yueluo still accepted it, and Fushen thanked Mrs.

Su Anan smiled, went to get another brocade box, and said, "This is a pair of Pepsi Ruyi embroidery I embroidered for Yanfang. You can keep it for me first, and then send it to her on the day she gets married."

Moonfall made a sound and took it.

She called Li Liang over again.

A year later, Li Liang's height has skyrocketed, and now he is half a head taller than her.

Su Anan looked at the clean brows and eyes of the young man in front of him, and the elegant Confucian shirt, faded a little bit of ruffian maturity, and suddenly felt a trance.

The dirty beggar in my memory, the beggar who was chased and beaten every day, has finally become a thing of the past.

After Li Liang began to learn to do business, he spent less time with the young lady. Suddenly, the young lady summoned him and was very excited, "Miss, do you have any instructions for you to call the young lady?"

Su Anan smiled and said, "Oh, nothing, it's just the New Year's Eve, I'll send you a red envelope."

Li Liang hurriedly refused. He grew up from a beggar and has received the help of too many young ladies. How could he still ask for a red envelope.

He shook it like a rattle.

Su Anan laughed, "I don't have much money, I just want to be lucky. Besides, you don't accept my love for nothing. In the future, you will try your best to help me manage the shop."

Li Liang hurriedly said that it was his honor and duty to be able to help the young lady, regardless of whether he was willing or not.

Everything he had was given by the young lady.

Su Anan had no choice but to pretend to be angry, and Li Liang hurriedly accepted the red sachet.

After weighing it for a while, he sank slightly, and he was a little curious about what was inside.

Su Anan saw his curiosity and said with a smile, "Open it and see?"

Li Liang touched his head and really opened it. Inside was a piece of gold in the shape of a small steamed bun.

In an instant, his eyes widened, and his eyes were sour.

Seeing this, Su Anan jokingly said, "It's a little bit different from your ideal size, but it's still a golden bun, isn't it?"

In his previous life, in the poor alley, steamed buns were a luxury. When he was extremely hungry, Li Liang squatted beside her and said proudly, "When I get rich in the future, I must order a golden steamed bun, a big golden steamed bun, and hang it every day!"

The day after she finished speaking, she never saw him again. When she rushed over, all she saw was a pool of blood...

In fact, Su An'an always remembered that he ordered a golden steamed bun for him.

Li Liang didn't remember how he came out, he only knew that he was holding the golden bun and smirking alone for a long, long time.

Su Anan looked at his back and said softly, "Thank you..."

Thank you for your kindness to my meal when you were in poor man's lane, and maintenance, thank you...  

Yueluo stood aside, looking at his wife's profile, and felt something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

The lady has a gentle face, a smile on her face, and is busy giving red envelopes to the people, looking very happy.

She shook her head, thinking that she was suspicious, and silently put away her brocade box.

Su An'an gave the servant silver and generously took three days off. There was cheers from the courtyard, and the maids and servants thanked them one after another, with a New Year's atmosphere on their faces.

She smiled, dismissed the servant, and returned to the house to pick up the half-embroidered belt.

Almost done, she has to finish embroidering.

All afternoon, she sat in front of the charcoal brazier, embroidering needle by thread.

When Cuiyan came back, she brought a box of horseshoe custard cake, saying that she came across a discount on this dessert, and thinking that the young lady was going to eat it yesterday, she gave her a small portion and came back.

Su Anan sneaked back, broke open the third piece from the left, and took out a special cloth strip from it.

A few words, concise and clear.

Zhou Qing really did not leave her for one more day.

She sighed, burned the cloth strip in the charcoal basin, and continued to embroider the belt.

It was cold, and the sun was too lazy to hang for too long. It took an early break, and the entire capital fell into darkness.

Shen Juncheng walked back into the night, rubbed the brocade box under his cuff, smiled, and went straight to Zehui Garden.

Just as he was about to step in, the tide came.

"Master, find out who owns Mochizuki Restaurant."

"In addition to finding this, this subordinate..." Chao Sheng hesitated, "The subordinate also found something."

Shen Juncheng stopped, turned around and said, "Go to the study."

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When he came out of the study, there was snow in the night sky again.

Grain by grain, like sprinkled salt, when blowing on the palm, there is a little cool pain.

Shen Juncheng withdrew his hand and looked at the snow for a long time.

He doesn't like snow either...

Because on that snowy day many years ago, he lost his family and lost his light.

The last color in my memory, blank and boring, boring and sad...

Since then, he no longer likes winter.

Chaosheng stood behind the master, holding an umbrella for the master at the right time to cover the wind and snow.

Shen Juncheng regained his senses, took the umbrella, and said lightly, "Go back."

The rest of the way, he walked alone.

Chao Sheng replied yes, watching the figure of the master drifting away, he sighed and turned to leave the house.

The servants in the garden dispersed a lot, and it seemed that the whole house was deserted. When the wind blew, the red lights flickered, making it even more depressed.

He walked slowly until he stopped at the entrance of Zehui Garden.

A candle in the house reflected on the Korean paper on the window lattice, reflecting a graceful silhouette faintly.

Shen Juncheng looked at the silhouette for a while.

It wasn't until the wind picked up that his robes flew over and the only remaining warmth on his body was blown away, and then he lifted his feet and entered the inner room.

As soon as I pushed the door, I saw her sitting under the candlelight, holding a needle in her hand, with a gentle and dignified expression.

Seeing him come back, she smiled at him, there was nothing unusual about it, she habitually stepped forward to take his cape, poured him a cup of warm tea, and then went to embroider the belt again.

She smiled and took the initiative to say what she did today.

Shen Juncheng held the cup of warm tea, sat down opposite her, looked at her profile, and listened quietly.

He didn't say anything when he heard about giving the servants a holiday, giving out silver, and when he heard that Cuiyan's wedding was set, he asked curiously, "Why are you in such a hurry to arrange a wedding for Cuiyan?"

Su Anan smiled and said, "She's not too young. Besides, let's make it more fun while the New Year's excitement is over."

"Anyway, he is the only one in Mirage's family. It doesn't matter what kind of condescension."

Shen Juncheng snorted and rubbed the teacup.

The warm tea does not warm his cold palm.

He drank the tea in his hand and looked at her for a long time before he got up, took away her embroidery bandage and said, "Don't embroider, it's New Year's Eve tomorrow, get up early, rest."

She insisted, "No, I want to finish embroidering tonight."

There is one more thing, it can be embroidered in one point...

It was rare for Shen Juncheng not to follow her, and he said firmly, "It's not good to stay up late, let's embroider another day."

After she finished speaking, she put her embroidery stretcher in the embroidery frame, and before Su Anan could react, she directly picked her up...

The curtain fell, the white snow reflected in the house, and the room was hazy.

In a trance, Su Anan heard him sigh softly, "Do you still like the jade butterfly from before?"

After all, what he sent is not as good as the original.

Su An'an was stunned for a moment, and looked up at him, but the light was too dark, so he couldn't see his expression, only vague outlines could be seen, which made people vaguely uneasy.

She touched the jade butterfly hanging on her chest, suppressed her anxiety and said with a smile: "No, it's just as beautiful, I like it very much."

He twitched his lips, "Really?"

"Well, yes, as long as it's from you, I like it."

Shen Juncheng was silent for a long time, and then suddenly said, "Call me."

Su Anan obediently called out "husband."

He shook his head, "Call my name."

Su Anan was startled, then smiled and said, "Shen Juncheng?"

"Um."

"Shen Juncheng, Shen Juncheng..."

One after another, it shattered in the silent night.

New Year's Eve is here.

Su Anan didn't stay in bed, she got up and packed up when it was dawn, and changed into a gorgeous red jacket.

The hem of the skirt is decorated with red plum branches, which is as eye-catching as red plum blossoms.

Cuiyan's eyes flashed with amazement, and she kept complimenting that the young lady was so beautiful today, as beautiful as the day she got married.

As soon as she got married, Shen Juncheng's thoughts drifted away, and he remembered how bright red she was when he first saw her.

Such a flamboyant and wanton color, she just wore a graceful and thin, delicate eyebrows, without a trace of displeasure and loss, calmly facing him, facing everything, and persevering.

But with tenderness around his fingers, he was trapped tightly...

Su Anan packed up, looked left and then in front of the dressing mirror, looked back and asked playfully, "Husband, do you look good?"

In an instant, her smile seemed to freeze in his mind.

He was stunned for a moment before saying, "It's beautiful."

Cuiyan joked, "Miss is the best looking."

Look at the uncle just now, but he was crazy.

She snickered, and waited outside the door first.

The two chapters are combined, four thousand words.

Tomorrow, the song will end, and part of the inspiration will come from the song "The End of the Song". I don't know if you have heard of Baoer.

Because this song is an old song.