The wife is crazy!

Under the night sky, snowflakes are falling, and in the quiet streets, the sound of the wind blowing the snow can be clearly heard.

In the vast universe, all things retreat and only you remain.

One footprint after another was left in the snow.

Jiang Tang's high ponytail hung quietly behind her, with a few strands of hair scattered messily on both sides, and her hands were behind her back.

The whole person merged into one with the wind and snow, as if he was abandoned by the world.

Until an oil-paper umbrella covered her head.

Jiang Youbai appeared in front of her.

In three months, Jiang Tang was almost 1.8 meters tall, but Jiang Youbai was still 1.6 meters tall. He had to stand on tiptoe when holding an umbrella.

With one hand he held the umbrella, and with the other he swept the snow off Jiang Tang's head and clothes.

Mumbling like an old dad.

"You are so old, why don't you take shelter from the heavy snow?"

"Don't think about those messy things. Live one day at a time. Eat enough, sleep well, and keep your mind empty so that you won't feel tired."

When he saw Jiang Tang, he felt that she had a strong sense of world-weariness; she hated this world.

It seems that I am also hated by this world.

He always had the feeling that Jiang Tang seemed to be carrying a lot of things in his heart.

Endless loneliness and physical and mental exhaustion.

He didn't want her to be like that.

She should be carefree and unruly, and should be carefree and unrestrained.

The girl should ride her horse towards the flowers, free and without any worries.

"Cold?"

Jiang Tang stared blankly at Jiang Youbai who was chattering away, his eyes blurred and vague.

He was asking him, and also asking Jiang Youbai in his previous life.

Is Jiang Youbai, who was frozen to death in the snow, cold?

Jiang Youbai looked into Jiang Tang's eyes, as if he was looking at someone else through him.

He suddenly remembered the person who had appeared in her dream and whom she treated so gently.

Is she thinking about him?

His little shoulders slumped in an instant, he lowered his head, his hairband was blown by the wind, and the little man looked inexplicably more desolate.

"It's not cold. I'm wearing a lot of clothes."

He pretended to be the person she kept in her heart and gave her comfort.

It doesn't matter if tears fall one by one. Just keep your head down and no one will see.

"The cotton-padded jacket is very warm, and it has a lot of cotton stuffed inside. Let's go home..."

go home……

Jiang Tang seemed to see before her eyes the scene from her previous life where Jiang Youbai was wearing only a single layer of clothing and carrying her on his back walking in the snow, regardless of the fact that she was covered in dirt.

Even if I was shivering with cold, I would still tell her.

My dear wife, I will take you home.

Jiang Tang turned around and squatted in front of Jiang Youbai. This time, she wanted to carry him home.

"I'll carry you home."

Jiang You stared blankly at the woman who squatted down, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably.

She could do this...

His limbs seemed not to be his own.

He didn't know how he climbed onto her back, nor how she carried him.

The wind was so cold that it hurt his heart...

The oil-paper umbrella covering their heads could block the wind and snow, but it couldn't block the frost in their hearts.

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Jiang Youbai is sick.

Jiang Tang carried him all the way, and Jiang Youbai held an umbrella for her.

When she returned home, Jiang Tang realized that the idiot had left most of the umbrella to her, and her back was already soaked.

Even though he had a high fever and was in a daze, he still held the umbrella high to prevent the person he loved from getting wet.

What a fool!

He stripped the man clean, gave him a hot bath, and put him into a warm bed, then asked Ling Yu to go to the clinic to get some medicine overnight.

I fed Xiaobai myself and felt at ease.

It was not until the next day, when the pharmacist from the clinic came to the door carrying the broken door, that Jiang Tang found out that Ling Yu had broken into the clinic last night.

Well done. I'll give you chicken legs tonight.

"Doctor Zhao, long time no see."

She made a lot of money from selling wolfberries.

"Miss Jiang will have to pay for trying to get close to you."

"Hahaha, don't worry, I won't let you down. If I really have a question, is it convenient for us to chat?"

Before the old lady could say anything, Jiang Tang pulled her sleeve and rushed into the building.

The medicine boy wanted to step forward but was stopped by Ling Yu. He thought of how the woman had kicked the door to pieces last night.

She immediately became quiet and didn't dare to move.

I don’t know what the two people talked about, I only know that Doctor Zhao returned to the clinic and soon sent someone to deliver a box of pills.

Jiang Tang took it with a smile.

When Jiang Youbai woke up at noon, Jiang Tang had already gone out, and only Xiaoyi was by his side to watch over him.

This is Xiaoyi's first time leaving the room.

Even now, Xiaoyi's eyes are red and swollen, and it is obvious that she has cried a lot.

But crying is the most useless thing!

Jiang Youbai leaned against the head of the bed in disgust, and Xiaoyi also sat at the foot of the bed in disgust.

They are really in trouble.

Jiang Youbai touched Xiaoyi's arm and whispered.

"What do you plan to do? Accept it or not?"

Xiaoyi pursed her lips, and when she lowered her head, her hair fell on both sides, making her look a little pitiful.

"I don't want to accept it, but I have to accept it."

It was common for a wife to have three husbands and four concubines, not to mention that the fact that she had no children was enough to divorce her.

Jiang Youbai was not surprised, after all, this was the norm.

"Master, there is someone outside looking for us. He says he is from the same village as our host."

Danni asked outside the door.

Jiang Youbai didn't understand. There was no one in the village with such good connections that would come to the town to look for me.

After all, he really doesn't go out on weekdays.

Jiang Youbai, whose fever had just subsided, still felt dizzy, so Xiaoyi helped him to the hall.

When he arrived at the hall, Xiaoyi's body stiffened.

Qin Shuang just stood there, staring straight at Xiao Yi, not even looking away.

Her eyes were red, her face was haggard, and her clothes were in tatters, which showed that she had been having a very hard time recently.

Standing next to her was a man, who was none other than the villager Lin Guafu.

Widow Lin, who still had her charm, looked proud as she looked around the small building as if she was looking at her possessions.

And his belly was bulging high.

Jiang Youbai suddenly had a bad feeling. He glanced at his stomach, then looked at Lin Guafu and asked.

"Are you looking for me?"

Widow Lin looked at Jiang Youbai, his gaze lingering on the disfiguring scar, his eyes full of sarcasm.

How could such an ugly man possibly win Jiang Tang's heart?

"You should know the relationship between me and Jiang Tang."

Widow Lin touched his belly.

"I don't need to say much about the baby in your belly!"

"It's better to talk about it, don't blame my wife for any random child."

Jiang Youbai had a stern face and showed no mercy at all.

What a joke. The man has come to you with a bulging belly, so why should I show any mercy?

Widow Lin looked angry and cursed loudly.

"You're such a spit-mouthed kid, no wonder Jiang Tang doesn't want you. I can't even eat when I see your disfigured face."

Qin Shuang, who was standing next to him, frowned, interrupted his curse, and pushed Lin Guafu.

"Speak nicely, otherwise, don't blame me for being rude."

Jiang Youbai who lives upstairs is her brother-in-law and Xiaoyi's best friend.

It was impossible for Qin Shuang to allow him to be cursed and insulted by others.

"Hit me! Hit me here."

Widow Lin moved closer to Qin Shuang with her bulging belly.

"This is Jiang Tang's first child. If you dare to touch a hair on my body, I will let Jiang Tang peel off your skin!"

"is it?"

Jiang Tang followed Ling Yu and appeared at the door at some point. At this moment, Jiang Tang leaned against the door with his arms folded, smiling.

His eyes were lowered, hiding the violence surging in them.