Reason is still chaotic

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, it is the time when the New Year is approaching.

Shen Jiali got a little bit fatter, because Shen Zijing had to be pressed into the bathtub by Shen Zijing every night to wash it painfully, so her skin became clearer and fairer day by day, which was much pleasing to the eye.

The longer the good life, the clearer his mind, the fragments of the past years flashed in front of his eyes one after another, sometimes his mind was clear, and sometimes he was dazed; the physical pain distracted his attention, so he didn't Too attached to the past.

When the Spring Festival approached, Shen Zijing was completely at ease.

Ever since Shen Jiali and his son were brought back, his home, the Shen Mansion in Beiping, had completely lost the tranquility of the past.During the day, Shen Ziqi would tirelessly make noise from morning to night; at night, Shen Jiali started coughing like a cripple.Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore, and rushed to the father and son and roared loudly.

The roaring effect was very obvious, Shen Ziqi was frightened into a little milk cat, and hid in Shen Jiali's arms meowingly.And Shen Jiali could bear the pain and hunger, but he couldn't hold back his cough.In desperation, he had no choice but to sit quietly all night, and then gagged his mouth with a corner of the quilt.

He was afraid of Shen Zijing - now he was afraid of anyone, everyone, except Shen Ziqi, because this child belonged to him completely.The door of the room was never locked, and he never took the initiative to climb out. I don't know if it was because of his physical and mental weakness, or because he was ashamed.

When dealing with Shen Jiali, Shen Zijing not only yelled, but also treated him kindly.

That night, he took a bath for Shen Jiali as usual, then wrapped him in a bath towel and carried him to his big bed.Smiling, he took out the nail clippers, and cut Shen Jiali's fingernails very carefully.

Shen Jiali accepted the other party's care very uneasy.His hands were not dirty, but Shen Zijing cut them off fiercely, making his nails so short they couldn't be shorter.He felt pain and wanted to take his hand back, but Shen Zijing smiled and looked up at him: "Clean you up, so you won't be too annoying."

Shen Jiali's decency and self-esteem were gradually recovering along with his health, so after hearing this, he felt sad because he knew that what the other party said was true.

Shen Zijing continued to ask leisurely: "Third Uncle, do you know about the ransacking of the house?"

This question touched Shen Jiali's fatal point - he couldn't remember the specific details of his property, but he knew in general that the amount must be considerable.He never dared to think about it, as if if he didn't think about it, things wouldn't happen.

Shen Zijing stared at his changing expression, put away the nail clippers with a smile, and looked down at his bare feet: "I went to the military headquarters today and got a list of house raids." He put one hand into his trouser pocket, took out the Two folded letter papers came out: "I knew you were rich, but I didn't expect you to be so rich! Your two years as the police chief were really worthless."

He leaned over and sat down in front of Shen Jiali, and slowly unfolded the letter: "Do you want me to read it to you?"

Before Shen Jiali could answer, he saw the first line of handwriting clearly, and read it clearly and neatly.

In Shen Zijing's clear voice, Shen Jiali gradually curled up as if shivering from the cold.

The list is long, seemingly endless.Shen Jiali's body began to tremble, and the circles of his eyes became faintly red.Trembling, he raised his hand to cover his face, and he interrupted softly: "Zijing, stop reading, stop reading..."

Shen Zijing raised the corner of his mouth, glanced at him with a half-smile, and turned over a page of the letter paper: "One house in Xueyuan Hutong, two houses in Nanheyan Street, one house in Sanzuomen Street, Korean bank deposits 70 yuan, Zhengjin Bank deposit 130 million yuan..."

Shen Jiali choked up and turned around to crawl under the bed.When Shen Zijing saw him, he pulled him over and hugged him in his arms, and rubbed his chin affectionately against his hair: "Third Uncle, don't be so excited, come back after all the money is gone, right?"

Then he shook the letter paper in his hand, brought his lips to Shen Jiali's ear, and continued to read aloud word by word.Shen Jiali gritted his teeth to hold back his tears, and knew that it would be shameful for him to cry, but since he was electrocuted, it seemed that his spirit could no longer completely control his body.

After holding on for less than half a minute, he snuggled up to Shen Zijing's chest like a nursing child, crying uncontrollably.Shen Zijing looked down at his face and temporarily shut up.

He cried very sadly. Although he survived only by narrow escapes, he still wanted to express his deepest condolences for the looted property.In fact, he had expected this fact a long time ago, but he still couldn't accept the clear explanation from Shen Zijing's mouth.

When Shen Jiali's crying subsided slightly, Shen Zijing cleared his throat, and continued to read in a relaxed and happy manner. After reading, he interjected and said with a smile: "Hey! There are still so many pounds. Uncle, do you think you can spend the money?" Everything will be fine if you deposit it in the British bank? You didn’t expect the Japanese to dare to go to war with the British, did you?”

He read it to the end in a hurry, put the letter aside, then lifted Shen Jiali in his arms, lifted the corner of the bath towel, and wiped his tears: "Uncle, don't cry. I am on the battlefield The ones who went to the front line didn't get so much money. You can be regarded as prestige, right?"

With these words persuaded, Shen Jiali cried even more mournfully.

So Shen Zijing added another sentence: "Small antiques and gold bars and silver dollars are not registered; clothing and furniture are not counted."

When Shen Jiali heard this, he was so heartbroken that he almost died on the spot.

Shen Zijing hugged Shen Jiali in a happy mood, and through the bath towel and a layer of shirt, he felt the other party's trembling.He understood Third Uncle's weakness, and knew that what he said today was enough to provoke the other party to vomit blood.Flicking across his eyes lightly, he saw Shen Jiali's two scarred calves exposed from under the bath towel - the legs were thin and straight, and although the skin was a bit more colorful, it was still tight and shiny, which showed the essence still good.

When Shen Jiali's crying became low again, he suddenly became interested, and said with a smile: "Third Uncle, should it be time to exercise?"

Shen Jiali immediately shivered, but he couldn't say anything to refuse.

Shen Ziqi vaguely heard his father's screams, and burst into tears as if in a heart-to-heart connection.After crying twice, he suddenly remembered Shen Zijing's roar, and timidly swallowed his tears and wailed.However, even though he was quiet, Shen Jiali was still moaning.

Shen Jiali also knew that since he would not die, he should live like a human being.But he didn't want to be dragged to the ground by Shen Zijing naked like this.His knees and ankles seemed to be completely damaged, and they hurt like needles when he exerted force.Squatting on the ground with his bare buttocks, he couldn't move forward or retreat, and suddenly cold sweat broke out all over his head and face.

Seeing his miserable appearance, Shen Zijing couldn't help laughing. While laughing, he supported him from behind so that he wouldn't fall to his knees: "That's not enough? Third uncle, my nephew is so filial to you, why don't you You should cheer up too!"

Shen Jiali shook his head in confusion, and hissed with tears: "No...no...I'm not leaving, I want to go back."

"Where are you going?"

Shen Jiali reluctantly raised one hand, pointing to the wall next to him: "I, I'm going back to my room..."

When Shen Zijing heard this, he smiled softly and heartily: "Oh, so you are going back to your room. I thought you had grown up and wanted to go home!"

Shen Jiali lowered her head in tears, sobbing and going limp: "I don't have a home anymore...you know I don't have a home anymore..."

Shen Zijing saw that he was really unable to hold on, so he bent down and hugged him: "Haha, you are so powerful, why are you afraid that you will have no home? Take out your ability to bully me back then, and make a comeback."

Then he sent Shen Jiali back to the bed and sat down, grabbed the bath towel and wiped his face carelessly: "Third Uncle, why are you crying? My nephew has treated you well enough, are you still wronged?"

Shen Jiali really couldn't find fault with Shen Zijing, but he couldn't stand the other party's language anymore.Shen Zijing's words cut his heart like a knife.