Re-embroidering life

Ji Zimo walked briskly, pulling Shui Qinghua towards the courtyard of the third room. Shui Qinghua was petite and could hardly keep up with his pace. His intuition told him that Ji Zimo was angry.

Since she scolded Ji Zimo last time, they haven't seen each other for several days. Ji Zimo seemed to be avoiding her intentionally. She didn't expect Ji Zimo to stand up to defend her today, and she didn't expect him to confront his sister-in-law directly. This overturned her understanding of Ji Zimo.

In the previous life, after fifteen years of marriage, Ji Zimo had always been a veil in her eyes, real and illusory, close yet distant. He had never criticized her, but he had never confided his feelings to her. He had never quarreled or fought with her, but he had never been considerate to her. Sometimes she felt that in his eyes, she was not Shui Qinghua, she was just his wife, and he would treat anyone as his wife.

But now this man gets angry, frowns, chokes people, and holds hands. He is a completely different person. Could it be that his core has been replaced?

Shui Qinghua suddenly shuddered all over.

His hand was thrown away, and Ji Zimo turned back to stare at her, saying heavily: "Shui Qinghua, what do you think of me?"

Shui Qinghua was startled again. It was the first time she heard him call her by her full name, and the first time she heard his tone full of emotion. He was always calm, with a distant smile on his face, and he would never lose his composure even when he was unhappy.

Now his tone was urgent, and his voice was a little higher than usual: "So you have been treated harshly, but you never told me! You would rather ruin your body than tell your husband! Don't you believe I can protect you, or do you not regard me as your husband at all?"

Ji Zimo knew that he had lost his composure, which was rare for him. On the day when the Ji family was raided, he was able to remain calm, but now he was angry and frustrated. His dignity as a man and husband was crushed to pieces again and again.

Shui Qinghua was puzzled: "What can I do if I tell you? Can you go and make trouble with your sister-in-law, or go to your mother-in-law to complain, or go out and sell calligraphy and paintings to make ends meet?"

Ji Zimo choked up suddenly. He had to admit that these things were something he couldn't do in the past.

"Besides, don't you never care about the backyard? You only come to the backyard a few times a month, and when you come, you are always polite. I don't feel like I know you well, and I can't say anything even if I want to."

The words "not familiar with each other" are correct. He believes in treating each other with respect. Since they are guests, how can they be familiar with each other?

His anger disappeared without a trace, but he felt a little desolate in his heart. Was this what he wanted, as a couple who were the closest and yet the most distant relatives?

"I'm sorry, I'm not angry with you, I'm angry with myself." He was angry with himself. As a husband, he knew nothing about the way his wife was being mistreated, living frugally, and working hard under his nose. His wife also didn't tell him because she knew he was unreliable.

He wanted to say I was wrong, but suddenly remembered that Qinghua hated to hear this the most, so he swallowed the words back.

"Qinghua, you won't suffer anymore in the future. I will show you." He said this and made a solemn promise in his heart.

Shui Qinghua didn't say anything, but there was a complex light flashing in her eyes.

"I still hope that you can tell me if you encounter any problems in the future. It is my responsibility to protect you and your daughter."

"Is it just responsibility?" Shui Qinghua suddenly spoke, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.

Ji Zimo was puzzled. What else could it be but responsibility?

"If my husband encounters something or is wronged, will you tell me? It is also my responsibility to comfort my husband, help him, and be his good wife." Shui Qinghua said.

Ji Zimo frowned. He had never thought about this question. In his world, when he encountered a problem, he would find a way to solve it by himself. If he couldn't solve it, he would consult his mother, eldest brother, and second brother at home, and Tang Hao and other friends outside. His wife was never an option for him. His wife needed protection. Her responsibilities were to run the housework and give birth to children. If she did these two things well, she would be a good wife. But obviously, Qinghua thought differently from him.

Shui Qinghua smiled: "You hope that I can trust you and tell you everything, but you can't do it yourself. Don't you think it's unfair? Do you know why you never thought of telling me about your affairs? Because in your heart we are not equal, you are on top and I am on the bottom."

"The husband is the leader of the wife. It has been like this since ancient times." Ji Zimo didn't understand what was wrong with this.

"Of course not. Husband and wife are one. There is no difference between us. I will treat you the same way you treat me." After saying that, Shui Qinghua turned and went into the house.

Ji Zimo stood in the courtyard for a moment with confused eyes, then followed her into the door. He didn't like the feeling of quarreling, so he decided to change the subject, "Qinghua, Fei'er and Rui'er are all at the age of enlightenment. I originally planned to enlighten them myself, but now I want to become a disciple of Master Dong and take the imperial examination. I need to study hard in the next two years, but I will find a talented female teacher to teach them."

Shui Qinghua turned back suddenly. When did he have this idea of ​​worshipping Dong Daru as his teacher? In his previous life, Ji Zimo had never worshipped a teacher, let alone entered the economic career. He had always been a famous and romantic person, often participating in literary gatherings and art exhibitions, playing Qushui Liushang, which was very elegant.

Ji Zimo in this life also made her feel unfamiliar. Whether he cared about her health, called doctors and medicine for her, or became her apprentice and sought fame, he was not the cold-hearted and pure Ji Zimo in her memory. She wondered if her rebirth, like flapping the wings of a butterfly, would change the choices and fate of the people around her?

"Ah——" A soft baby cry came from the bed. Wei'er woke up.

Ji Zimo quickly stepped past her, walked forward, and gently picked up Wei'er and rocked her. He had hardly held his first two daughters, but now he knew how wonderful and sweet it was to hold a soft baby.

After the confinement period, Wei'er was awake more often every day. Now that she had enough sleep and was in good spirits, Ji Zimo played finger games with his daughter. No matter where his fingers moved, Wei'er's little hands could accurately grasp them. Ji Zimo had a happy and satisfied smile on his face, and Wei'er also giggled, her beautiful eyes were like the stars in the sky, full of brilliance. "Daddy's Wei'er is the smartest little girl in the world." Ji Zimo murmured.

Shui Qinghua smiled, looking at the warm, peaceful scene in front of her. As she looked, her smile faded, and her eyes gradually filled with suspicion, confusion, and shock.

As a mother, no one knows her daughter better than she does. In her previous life, Wei'er had dark eyes, like the tranquil sea. She was silent and quiet. She almost never interacted with people by looking at them, let alone playing games. She didn't speak until she was three years old. Others said Wei'er was a fool, but Qinghua was the only one who knew that Wei'er was not. She just lived in her own world.

The old lady, who didn't like her very much in the first place, became more and more distant from them because of Wei'er. Out of sight, out of mind.

The scene before her was what Qinghua had dreamed of seeing in her previous life. The father and daughter were playing games, looking at each other, and smiling sweetly at each other. But now, she only felt her body stiff and cold. A voice sounded in her mind: No, this is not Wei'er, not the Wei'er in the previous life!

It seemed as if the blood was rushing to her head. Shui Qinghua was about to collapse. She cried out in her heart: Where is my Wei'er? Wei'er!

Ji Zimo was immersed in the game with his daughter when he heard a loud noise behind him. He turned around and saw Shui Qinghua lying on the ground, unconscious.