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Two months have passed, and Sheng Qianmo seems to have adapted to this kind of life.
He doesn't suffer for anything, he lives awake and vigorously every day.
If he encounters someone he doesn't like, he will still go up and fight with the soldiers here. Those soldiers are not his opponents. At first, they will find a crowd to beat Sheng Qianmo, but they all know that the people above are not allowed to kill Sheng Qianmo. Qian Mo's life, as time went by, these soldiers finally became less likely to trouble Sheng Qianmo, because troubling him was tantamount to asking for trouble for themselves, and they couldn't kill Sheng Qianmo, and they had to be beaten by him, no matter what. It's impossible to get a good deal.
However, even if this is the case, they will not let Sheng Qianmo get an advantage on the errand, and they still have to torture him.
But when it came to building the city gate, Sheng Qianmo did not resist. He did what he should do in silence all day long.
The slaves here come from all over the world. Some people are ready to settle here, while others are trying to escape from this place, but the end is often only one word - death.
There are also people who are unyielding, neither humble nor arrogant. Even if they are stuck in this mud and cannot get out, they still stand there resolutely and never fall.
For Wen Youyi, Sheng Qianmo is the latter.
In the third month since he came here, he has never seen Sheng Qianmo show a fearful look. This person seems to be born with courage and tenacity. He has been such a person from beginning to end. He will not Change for anything and anyone.
After taking a shower at night, Sheng Qianmo went to wash the clothes he had changed. When he came back, he saw Wen Youyi standing outside his door and asked calmly, "What's the matter?"
"Brother, do you have pen and paper?"
Sheng Qianmo nodded.
"I want to write a letter, can you lend it to me?"
Sheng Qianmo said calmly: "They won't let you send the letter."
Wen Youyi twitched the corner of her mouth and said softly: "I know, I just want to write it. After I finish it, I will hide it secretly and won't send it out."
Sheng Qianmo watched him remain silent for a moment, then turned back to the house and said, "Come in."
The room was very small, with only room for a wooden bed, table and chairs.
Sheng Qianmo took out a pen and paper from under the wooden bed and threw it to him. When Wen Youyi took it, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of a portrait hidden under the bed. Wen Youyi glanced at it curiously, "Brother, that is Who..."
However, Wen Youyi didn't take a close look at the person in the portrait, so Sheng Qianmo covered him with the quilt, his eyes indifferent and speechless, already giving an order to expel the guest.
Seeing this, Wen Youyi had no choice but to thank her, took a pen and paper to leave, but couldn't help but turn around and ask Sheng Qianmo, "Is she sister-in-law?"
Sheng Qianmo blinked his eyes calmly and said "hmm" lightly.
Wen Youyi gave a rare smile, "Sister-in-law must be a lucky person to marry someone like me."
Sheng Qianmo was silent for a while, then slowly said: "I am lucky."
He failed her again. She finally gave herself trust, but he failed to fulfill the promise he made to her.
He had nothing to lose whether his little girl and their child were doing well.
Even, too busy to take care of yourself.
After Wen Youyi left, Sheng Qianmo took out the two drawing papers hidden under the quilt.
One picture is of Shu Nuan Hua’s sweetheart.
One picture is of the sweetheart painted by Sheng Qianmo.
The way his little girl sat quietly and obediently in the bookstore, practicing calligraphy, her outline, her eyebrows, her fingers, and the books she liked to read, he all remembered in his heart, so he drew them on the paper.
When I miss her at night, I take it out and take a look.
Then he pressed it under the pillow and fell asleep thinking about her.