Reason is still chaotic

The weather was getting colder day by day, at the end of October, Shen Zijing changed Shen Jiali into a thick quilt.

He usually doesn't think much about this third uncle, and just feeds him porridge twice a day like raising a dog, which costs less than raising a dog.The door of the vacant room was never locked, and it was kept ajar from morning to night, but Shen Jiali never left the room—more than five months of prison life had destroyed his body and mind, and he had become a different person.

His flesh, muscles and bones were seriously injured, because no doctor came to treat him, so he could only grow like a wild flower and resign himself to fate.Fortunately, apart from the lung injury that year, he has no other serious illnesses, so with two bowls of rice porridge a day, his health has improved day by day.

This morning, Shen Zijing went out to the military headquarters for a meeting. Before leaving, he had a whim and walked from the courtyard to the window of the empty room on the first floor.Looking in through the glass window, he saw a bowl of rice porridge on the ground in front of the door, which must have just been delivered by the orderly.And Shen Jiali was lying on the ground, struggling to crawl towards the bowl of rice porridge.

Shen Jiali had also lived in this empty room for nearly two months, and Shen Zijing had never seen him stretch his body generously, and even curled up in a corner when sleeping.He had never cared about this matter before, but at this moment his heart suddenly moved, and he suspected that Shen Jiali was disabled.

At this moment, Shen Jiali had already crawled to the door.Holding up the bowl of rice porridge with both hands, he didn't care about getting it hot, so he drank it up in two mouthfuls; then, he licked the rim of the rice bowl with unsatisfied desire.

Shen Zijing was stunned for a moment, because he knew that Shen Jiali had never been greedy in food, and he was not a glutton.However, after turning his mind in a circle, he immediately realized that Shen Jiali's body had recovered, and his appetite would naturally increase accordingly.There has never been a grown man who can be full by eating only two bowls of porridge a day.

He was in a hurry, thought of this, turned around, and hurriedly walked towards the gate of the courtyard.

In the afternoon, Shen Zijing returned home.

When he entered the door, he just caught up with the cook who was frying and frying in the kitchen.He personally concocted a bowl of broth with rice, and he wanted to bring it to Shen Jiali to eat.

Strutting through the corridor, he kicked open the door, and then appeared in front of Shen Jiali awe-inspiringly.

Shen Jiali was lying sideways on the mattress, wrapped in a quilt in a daze.Suddenly seeing him coming in, he backed away in shock.

Shen Zijing ignored it, stepped forward and squatted down, put the rice bowl on the ground, and then inserted a spoon into the rice: "Come here, eat!"

Shen Jiali sniffled, the smell of meat made him swallow saliva involuntarily.Staring at the half-sized porcelain bowl, like a snail, he protruded a slender body from the bloated and raised bed.With two legs struggling to move in turn, he seemed like a rolling and crawling beast, wriggling tremblingly to the rice bowl.Raising one hand to pinch the handle of the spoon, he scooped up a little soup and rice carefully, and sent it to his mouth trembling.

Shen Zijing looked at the back of his head condescendingly, and asked again: "Is it delicious?"

Shen Jiali nodded without thinking, and replied vaguely: "Hmm."

Shen Jiali ate in a panic, as if after one bite, there would be no next bite.He had no strength in his hands, although he cherished the food, he still tossed some grains of rice to the ground.After eating up the soup and rice in the bowl, he lowered his head naturally and licked the rice grains on the ground with his tongue.

Shen Zijing felt that this scene was unsightly, but held back, and did not lose his composure and curse, but gritted his teeth in a low voice: "Look at your current appearance, can you be considered a human being?"

Shen Jiali panted lightly, with a slight smile on his face.He was full, and his internal organs were comfortably ironed by the hot rice.Such a feeling is a rare enjoyment for him.He knew that Shen Zijing was reprimanding him, but it didn't matter.After living in a Japanese prison for half a year, he has completely lost his temper.

Snail-like retreating into his bed, he closed his eyes contentedly.Shen Zijing's voice was still hovering above, buzzing, separated from him by a thin layer of membrane, so he still couldn't understand it.But Shen Zijing looked at him like a dead dog, but suddenly he had a narrow, or in other words, evil thoughts.

Taking a step closer and bending down, he reached out and lifted the quilt, and immediately hugged Shen Jiali by the waist.Shen Jiali was originally short, but now she was extremely thin, losing weight even more.He turned around holding such a handful of bones, and said with a loud smile: "Third Uncle, you old man, don't always lie down, nephew will take you out for a stroll, how about it?"

It was Shen Jiali's wailing that answered him.

He thought he was going to be taken out to be tortured again, so he struggled and screamed in Shen Zijing's arms.When Shen Zijing stepped outside the door, he opened his eyes wide in horror, but his body suddenly softened again, his arms hung down, swaying back and forth following Shen Zijing's steps.

"I don't know." He shed tears, sobbing and muttering to himself: "I don't know."

Then he took a few breaths like he was panting, turned his head and vomited out a mouthful of rice.

Shen Jiali was thrown back to the ground by Shen Zijing.

He vomited tremblingly, vomited up the rice, and vomited a few mouthfuls of blood.After vomiting, he started coughing.

His coughing was a protracted battle, endless, until he was out of breath, and he could still see his shoulders shrugging like convulsions, only exhaling, without making a sound.Shen Zijing thought he was dirty and kicked him back into the room.But he was very relieved, he didn't know the pain anymore, and he wanted to crawl back to his bedding with all his limbs.

Shen Jiali coughed intermittently all night.

The next morning, Shen Zijing went downstairs to see him in a distraught state, and saw him hiding in a corner wrapped in a quilt, with a pale complexion and faint bloodstains at the corner of his mouth.

He pinched Shen Jiali's chin with his hands, forcing the other person to raise his head to face him: "Do you want some hot water?"

Shen Jiali looked at him out of breath, with bloodshot eyes, and suddenly called softly, vaguely: "Zijing."

Seeing that he recognized her, Shen Zijing felt a little relieved: "Are you awake?"

Shen Jiali panted slightly, and indeed recognized the identity of the person in front of him, but that was all.He forgot the kindness and resentment between himself and Shen Zijing, he only remembered that this person was familiar, it was Shen Zijing.

"Zijing..." He said with a hoarse voice and crying: "Help me, I don't know where Duan Muren has gone..." He choked up and gasped: "I can't stand the punishment anymore, I really can't take it anymore!" It's..."

Shen Zijing couldn't listen to his nonsense, and wanted to drag him out to see the light of day and get rid of evil spirits, but Shen Jiali would rather die than leave his "nest".

This empty room is his world, and the "nest" surrounded by bedding is his fortress.He didn't dare to go out, he firmly believed that as long as he got out of this door, his future would inevitably lead to the torture room.

He was dragged by Shen Zijing and screamed, his thin jacket was torn off, and his bony and bruised chest was exposed in the cold air of the room.Shen Zijing looked at such a screaming enemy, his anger was full of fuel, he really didn't know what to do.

Pushing Shen Jiali back into the "nest", he stood in front of the third uncle with his hips akimbo, staring helplessly for a long time, and finally had an idea, but came up with an idea!

He went out in the afternoon and brought back Shen Ziqi who was fostered outside.

Shen Ziqi has lost his mother's care and father's provision, and he is no longer the white, fat and rich man he used to be.In all fairness, he is a child sent by Commander Shen, and the nanny would not dare to be careless, but the little boy can't speak, and in this difficult world, the nanny's mouth can naturally share a lot of nutrition for him, and only Feed him a little leftover.And when he was making a fuss and being disobedient, the nanny would naturally chisel his little head twice, or slap his little butt a few times.

Shen Zijing looked at this extremely small little brother, no matter what, he couldn't find any resemblance between this child and Shen Jiali, but he looked familiar, with a round head and a round brain, he was a bit like Xiao Liang—— However, he didn't think too much about it.

Shen Zijing brought Shen Ziqi to Shen Jiali, and asked him, "Look, who is this?"

Shen Jiali stared at Shen Ziqi, staring at him for a long time, and finally softly said, "Ziqi."

A little light flashed in his eyes, and his thin arms stretched out from the "nest", and his tone was almost crying: "Ziqi!"

Shen Ziqi was wearing a dirty padded jacket, so he didn't know him anymore, so he stood still, blinking at him with a finger in his mouth.

Shen Jiali staggered up in front of Shen Ziqi, then sat up crookedly.As soon as he hugged the child into his arms, his heart suddenly brightened - he even remembered Xiaoliang and Xing'er together!

Shen Ziqi didn't know him, but he was naturally not afraid of him.Leaning forward and leaning against Shen Jiali's arms, he raised a small hand curiously, and touched Shen Jiali's ears and hair.

In just half a day, Shen Ziqi and Shen Jiali resumed their intimate relationship.

Shen Ziqi didn't get well with the nanny, so he didn't cling to his old nest, and it kind of meant "if you have a milk, you are a mother".After drinking a bottle of sweet milk from Shen Zijing's place, he became happy, jumped up and down on the quilt with all his teeth and claws, then got into the quilt with his buttocks pouted, and pressed his head against Shen Jiali's chest.

Shen Jiali was also very happy, but that happiness was still tinged with a layer of bewilderment.His thoughts are like duckweed, with no beginning and no end, so even if he occasionally recalls fragments of the past, he is still uncertain.He still didn't know what kind of world was outside the concealed door, but looking at Shen Ziqi who was having fun alone, he didn't cough this afternoon.

Shen Zijing has no interest in Shen Ziqi.He was just willing to use such a gadget to cure Shen Jiali's heart disease.There is nothing more disappointing than unilateral revenge, and he wanted Shen Jiali to "live" as soon as possible.