"He Xiang, go to the nearby pharmacy to buy two prescriptions for abortion." While Wen Shu was not at home, You Xu ordered He Xiang to do it.
"Madam, this..." A few days ago, I saw You Xu and was full of joy because of her joy. Why did she decide to have an abortion now with an ugly face, even Wenshu's face was extremely ugly, isn't this child a Wenshu? He Xiang was shocked and said, "It's better to think about it again, the child is innocent."
"Go buy it." You Xu closed his eyes.
Seeing that Madam had made up her mind, He Xiang couldn't say anything else, so she withdrew.
You Xu closed her eyes and calmed down, there was a tingling sensation in her temples. She hadn't slept well for several days. As soon as she fell asleep, she was haunted by nightmares. She could vaguely hear the cry of a baby. She also dreamed that she was holding a baby in both hands. When she wanted to take a closer look, the baby in her hand turned into a pool of cold blood.
That kind of cold and bone-piercing feeling made her always terrified and unforgettable.
When she woke up from a nightmare, what caught her eye was Wen Shu's haggard and thin face. His eyes were bloodshot, a little red from the end of his eyes, and finally the whole eye socket was filled with water vapor.
He buried his head on You Xu's neck, You Xu felt his body tremble, and heard his trembling of guilt and remorse: "A Xu, we don't want children anymore, okay, I just want you, I don't want anything, as long as you."
You Xuku opened his eyes and looked at the top of the bed. He wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything. All words and emotions turned into a sigh after turning back and forth in his chest.
Her mind is very messy, and she frequently thinks of her modern self. At the age of 24, she just graduated and works in an advertising company. In her spare time, she draws some comics and entertains herself. At that time, she didn't even have a target, let alone After getting married and having children, there was a stupefied young man in the company who liked her, but she refused. She felt that she was a good person, comfortable and at ease.
Do what you want to do, go to work and touch fish, the serialized comics are rarely updated, and are called missing persons by readers. Many colleagues in the company are married, some show affection, and some complain about family chores, all of which have nothing to do with her, she doesn't care.
Slowly, all the friends around her got married, and many people came to urge her to get married, or introduced her to someone, saying that someone had a good life with them, and how cute the child was.
She has met a lot of people, but her heart is still as still as water. She understands that this feeling is wrong, so she doesn't want to go with the flow, she is willing to wait until she can meet someone who will make her whole soul fresh Alive people.
Until this time, she met Duan Min who committed suicide in front of the stone tablet, his fiery love was as pure and pure as jasmine; she met Shen Jue who pulled out a whole bright red heart, his simple and persistent love was vigorous; now she has met Listening to the art, beneath his indifferent and indifferent appearance is a paranoid and deep love.
Every time the world started, she could feel that person was him, that a certain quality was part of his soul.
Because their souls have met and fell in love with each other, they feel familiar and attracted every time they meet again.
The child born with love is hard to give up. I used to think it was quite far away. I never thought about it. Now I know that there is a life in my belly. Feeling like never before.
It's a very magical feeling to have an inseparable connection with a small life in this life.
You Xu sat in the wooden chair for most of the afternoon. He Xiang put the boiled medicine next to her. The medicine was cold and hot, and when it was hot, she was left to cool. She didn't move.
Looking at her expression, He Xiang sighed softly: "Madam, forget it."
"You go down first." Yu Xu said.
never mind? How can it be calculated, does she want to gamble that she is not the same as Ye Lingling, so the ending is different? If he loses the bet, he will lose not only himself and the fetus in his womb, but also Wenshu. He is afraid that...
So what about knocking it off? Not to mention herself, can Wen Shu be completely relieved? How should he, who had been living under the shadow of his dead relatives, face the loss of his children
He just regarded her as more important, not that blood relatives were not important to him.
There is no two-way choice.
You Xu gritted his teeth, covered his stomach with one hand, and picked up a bowl full of soup medicine with the other, the gray-brown liquid inside exuded a bitter medicinal smell.
I'm sorry kid, I...
She told herself rationally that if she didn't abort the child, she couldn't bear the result of the destruction of the hearing technique. It was just a false world, no matter how real the feeling was.
Even though she thought so, her hand holding the bowl couldn't stop shaking, and the medicine in the bowl swayed with ripples.
The moment the concoction touched her lips, she remembered seeing the world-weary gloom in Wen Shu's eyes in the past few days. It was ten years ago when she just put on the kitten and saw him shrunk to the ground in an inhuman manner. Darkness in the eyes.
That kind of lifeless world-weariness, like a gloomy haze, covers up all the radiance.
When the light flashed, You Xu suddenly thought of something. The trust value was brushed to 95, and the blackening value remained at 5 points, so he stopped moving, as if he had encountered some invisible obstacle like before.
The hearing technique in this world is a bit special. The trust value will either not increase or it will grow wildly. The changes in it seem to meet some opportunities.
Because the matter of blood relatives planted a haze in his heart, could this child be a turning point
You Xu put down the bowl in his hand, touched his stomach, and asked in his mind, "How can the child be saved?"
Qi Ba smacked his forehead: "There is a way."
"What is it?"
"Use 2,000 points to transform your body to extend your life," Qiba said, "it's equivalent to transferring the life of your body to the child in your belly."
You Xu thought, and sure enough, you guessed right, the system does not care about the progress of the host and the task at all. Whenever a node is encountered, there will be a new function for the use of points.
"You first spend 50 points to simulate and calculate," You Xu said, "If I die on the day the child is born, the trust value and blackening value of listening skills will change."
Qi Ba used the model to speculate: "The result of the simulation is that the trust value is 100, and the blackening value is 0."
Just finished the task.
But Qiba added: "The model's deduction may not be correct. After all, people's hearts are unpredictable and emotions are complex..."
You Xu interrupted it: "Events are about probabilities. What do you think the probability of completing the task will be?"
"80%"
That's enough, Yu Xu made up his mind.
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In the foggy forest, the wind and snow do not invade, and the branches and leaves are still lush.
Wen Shu's robe was soaked and wet, and he was walking in the thick forest. After an unknown time, the water mist receded, and he came to a small calm lake, an old wooden house.
As soon as he approached, a silver bell rang far and near, crisp and long.
With a "creak", the wooden door opened, and a man in a bright red monk's robe walked out. He had a coquettish face, a string of Buddha beads in his left hand, and a string of bells in his right. He walked barefoot, his red phoenix eyes were lightly hooked, and his eyes were not far away. The person at the place said, "Wenshu, what are you doing here?"
"I said back then that if you leave with old man Xuanjing and ask me for anything else, you will goug out a pair of eyes for me, do you remember?"
Wen Shu lightly pursed his lips, not paying much attention, he took out a dagger and was about to stab his eyes.
"Eh? Don't worry." Yan Wusheng blocked his dagger with a bell. There were bells around, but the bell in his hand was silent. "That's what I said back then. Now I'm not interested in your eyes."
Wenshu looked at him: "Then what do you want?"
"Aiya," Yan silently smiled lazily, "I went to the palace some time ago, and it was very interesting to see the eunuch inside, with a broken body and a dirty heart, what do you think?"
Wen Shu showed no expression, and the dagger blade stabbed under him as soon as it turned.
Yan Silently raised his hand and hit his dagger to the ground, "You are so boring, I don't bother to embarrass you, I told you not to go out of the woods back then, I am afraid that you will encounter a dilemma now, you are willing to fall. The world, who refuses to obey, now knows how to beg me?"
He felt a little bit that Wenshu was still as ruthless to others as it was back then, and even more ruthless to himself.
Wen Shu was accustomed to his uncertainties, and he talked about his temperament, so he explained the matter in a succinct manner and asked him, "What's the explanation?"
"How could I know what to do? Since it is God's will, naturally I have to ask God," Yan said silently, "You have blood and evil spirits, and you have been contaminated with three lives before, I am afraid it will be difficult to untie the bell."
Seeing Wenshu's expression of not wanting to talk nonsense with him, he clicked his tongue: "You damn child, you should have been thrown into the lake to feed the fish ten years ago."
I don't know what kind of magic Yan Wusheng used, and the wind and frost did not leave the slightest trace on his bewitching face for ten years.
"Come with me."
Yan silently walked towards the mirror lake. There was a transparent ice mirror on the lake, which clearly reflected the surrounding scenery.
The name of this lake is Tongtian Lake. When Yan Sisheng found Wenshu, it was also through this lake. At the bottom of the lake, there is a yin and yang gossip array, which is conducive to divination.
Yan Wusheng took out a piece of yellow paper from his jacket and handed it to Wenshu: "You use your heart and blood to describe the blood sacrifice on this picture, and then deduce the hexagrams, break down cause and effect, and divide the position. How to solve it depends on the destiny. ."
"When drawing the formation, you have to get rid of distracting thoughts. If you make a wrong stroke, it will eat back at yourself."
Wen Shu took it and said indifferently, "Thank you."
Yan silently pursed his lips: "If you are so grateful, why don't you kowtow and listen?"
Wen Shu looked at him blankly.
"Oh, dead child." Yan silently shook his head, walked out of the lake, and sat cross-legged by the lake to watch.
Wen Shu lowered his eyes and looked at the talisman paper. It was a huge formation. I'm afraid that after drawing the outer circle, half a bowl of blood would be needed.
Wen Shu didn't say a word, he took a dagger and plunged it into his heart, and blood spilled out. He dipped his index finger to take the blood from his heart and drew a formation on Jinghu Lake.
The originally emerald green and blue lake surface instantly turned into a turbid dark black, making the blood look extremely dazzling.
After half a day, Wen Shu finished painting the big circle outside, and his lips turned pale. In order to save time and steps, the dagger was stuck in his heart. If the blood dried, he would turn the handle and let the blade twist in his heart. Move to facilitate blood collection.
Stroke stroke by stroke, I draw all my obsessions and love, the blood is silent, and I do my heart's devout expectations.
"Tsk, you bastard."
Yan silently put down the Buddha beads, and said with emotion, "I'm already trapped by love, and the meaning is sad."
Two days and one night passed, and the last stroke of the Bloody Heaven sacrifice fell. In an instant, the blood in the Jinghu Lake was soaring into the sky, and the situation was disturbing.
Wen Shu sat down with his legs crossed, took out the three copper coins, and concentrated his calculations.
After a while, the blood red in the water faded like a low tide, and gradually returned to its original clarity. The wind stopped, the clouds were light, and the center of the forest returned to tranquility.
Wen Shu put away the copper coins, threw away the dagger, covered his heart with one hand, blood leaked from the pale fingertips, and he walked out of Jinghu step by step.
Yan silently stood up, approached him, and asked, "How?"
Who knew Wenshu leaned forward and fainted to the ground.
Yan Wusheng hurriedly squatted down, stretched out his hand to check his pulse, and saw that his face was pale and blue, his pulse was weak, his qi was like a gossamer, and the cold air of Jinghu had already penetrated into his bone marrow, and the ice thorns were unbearable.
He retracted his hand and sighed, "Why is this so?"
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