Mi primer marido después de la transmigración

Capítulo 70

“Yes, beautiful clothes! No woman doesn’t love to dress up!” Zi Nu said with certainty and seriousness. “But do you know her size?”

Shen Yuntan's eyes lit up, as if he had grasped a lifeline in a turbulent sea: "I know!" He stood up abruptly and pulled Zi Nu over, "Come on, let's go pick out some clothes!"

That day, every woman who visited the town's tailor shop went home and twisted her husband's ear. A "handsome and wealthy" man had spent the entire day at the tailor shop for the woman he loved, meticulously attending to every detail, from her undergarments to her shoes. They all watched with envy and longing, hoping their own husbands could learn from him.

The next day, when Shijiu opened the window, the first thing he saw on the windowsill was a complete set of clothes, exactly the same as what he had seen at the Zhenxia Inn that day.

Is this... considered an apology...?

Nineteen's face turned from red to green, then from green to white. According to Shen Yuntan, was a set of clothes enough to finish the job? Without saying a word, she closed the window, leaving the clothes there as if she didn't care.

Zi Nu brought the clothes to Shen Yun Tan and shook her head helplessly.

"What does this mean?" Shen Yuntan was still unwilling to give up. "Does the fact that it wasn't torn mean there's still hope?"

Zi Nu sighed: "You really don't understand a woman's heart. If it had been torn to shreds, it might not have been so bad. What I mean is, to ignore it, in short—it's hopeless."

Shen Yun was stunned, devastated, heartbroken, and filled with despair.

Zi Nu frowned, thought for a moment, and said, "When scholars and gentlemen pursued girls, they would write love poems and sing little songs..."

Shen Yuntan's face stiffened: "This...is not good." It was really bad! For a dignified hermit to write those cheesy love poems, people would laugh themselves to death if word got out!

Zi Nu said with a serious face: "Didn't Nineteen once say something like 'If only you were a little more talented in writing'? You could write a moving love poem to show off your talent."

Shen Yun looked doubtful: "Really?"

Zi Nu's eyes were brimming with tears: "If there were such a man who would give me a love poem every day, I would be willing to give up everything."

Shen Yun gritted his teeth: "I'll write it!"

Zi Nu said that one love poem wasn't enough; she had to write one every day. Shen Yun was impatient and felt that writing every day was too slow. So for the next four days, every morning, noon, and evening, there was a sad and melancholy little poem on Nineteen's desk.

On the evening of the fourth day, Shen Yuntan was sneaking around and secretly standing by the window, preparing to slip his newly written love poem through the crack in the window, when Tang Shijiu suddenly pushed the window open.

When writing love poems, it's easy to get too excited. And when you're too excited, it's easy to lose yourself.

The result of his carefree behavior was that he bumped his head on the open window. Shen Yuntan covered his forehead, wincing in pain, but he was still so excited to finally see Tang Shijiu's face that his hands trembled with excitement—did this prove that she wasn't angry anymore?

Tang Shijiu, holding a thick envelope, slammed it into his arms without asking if he was hurt, and then slammed the window shut with a bang.

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Shen Yun excitedly ran back to his room, his hands trembling as he opened the envelope. There was a thick stack of his works from the past few days.

Just when I was feeling disappointed, I suddenly noticed a page of neat small characters among those masterpieces. It was Tang Shijiu's handwriting!

"If Heaven had feelings, it too would grow old; if people had feelings, they would die young."

As a result, Shen Yuntan was completely depressed.

After delivering clothes and poems to Shen Yuntan, Tang Shijiu was thoroughly annoyed by him. She figured that the ridiculous poem she'd written yesterday would probably keep him in check for days, giving her some peace and quiet, and she felt a sense of relief. But remembering the way she'd seen Shen Yuntan when she opened the window yesterday, her heart couldn't help but ache.

He had lost a lot of weight, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness; his once round face now showed prominent cheekbones.

He was so thin... it broke her heart.

As I pondered, the fatigue and drowsiness I had felt after taking the antidote vanished. I tossed and turned in bed all night until dawn before finally drifting off to sleep.

She was certain that she had only been asleep for a short while, probably just as she closed her eyes, when she heard a plaintive song: "Time seems like years, the days are so long, the peach blossoms and the face are so beautiful, I suddenly miss you so much~~~ I suddenly miss you so much~~~~ I suddenly miss you so much."

The voice wasn't unpleasant, but it was a bit off-key, and the ending was so convoluted and convoluted, it sounded like someone who had been hanging half-dead but hadn't quite died yet.

Tang Shijiu was half asleep when she felt a familiar sound in her throat and thought she was dreaming.

"Unable to suppress my longing for my beloved, I've been misled by the swallows and wild geese. The tender lotus root's mouth is sharp, but its heart is empty... Ah... Ah... Ah... The willow's beauty is everywhere. I will not be a lotus root, nor a willow, but I feel regret now that the stars have withered..."

When the song reached the line "the stars have withered," the final note suddenly rose several keys, startling Tang Shijiu so much that he snapped awake.

"The moon in the sky is comparable to tears, and the helplessness of being infatuated in this world is the infatuation of love." Tang Shijiu sat up in bed, his mind full of troubles.

"I extend my journey with you on this shared dream, and return to you five ounces of wind that brushed past me..." The song turned mournful, its melody drifting beyond the Western Hills, never to be heard again. Tang Shijiu opened the window.

When Shen Yuntan saw Tang Shijiu open the window, his heart skipped a beat. He grew increasingly excited, and in a trembling voice sang the last line: "Sorrow and joy have always been the same; what is there to say about faith or doubt in one's life?" He deliberately dragged out the last syllable, gazing at Shijiu with deep affection. Shijiu looked back at him…

Filled with rage... Damn it, anyone who feels sorry for this bastard is not human!

Tang Shijiu laughed in her anger, but Shen Yuntan took it as a gentle smile after she had vented her anger. He couldn't help but take a few steps closer and softly call out, "Shijiu..."

Before the nine words were uttered, Tang Shijiu raised a blue-and-white porcelain vase from behind and smashed it hard on his head!

"Clang..."

The world quieted down. Tang Shijiu closed the window, went back to bed. It was still early, and he could take a nap.

When Zi Nu went to find Shen Yun, he was holding a handkerchief, grimacing as he bandaged the cut on his forehead. Zi Nu approached to take a look and shook her head: "You're disfigured, you don't even have any assets left. Young Master Shen, you've lost your chance."

Shen Yun had no tenderness or affection for Zi Nu. He had already used up all his good temper with Tang Shijiu, and now he shouted, "I will never believe your bad ideas again!"

Zi Nu's eyes crinkled as she smiled happily: "Young Master Shen, you're right. My idea was indeed terrible. Only you would believe such a terrible idea."

Shen Yuntan narrowed his eyes: "Are you playing me?"

Zi Nu's smile faded. "This servant wouldn't dare. This servant merely wanted to see just how far the young master would go for the girl he liked." She suddenly gave a sorrowful smile. "Actually, the young master... doesn't really like Miss Wei Qi very much..."

Shen Yun didn't want to discuss this with her and changed the subject: "There's been no news of Tianxiu, and Tianshu disappeared after saving Tang Yu. Do you know what the relationship is between Tang Yu and Tianshu?"

Zi Nu curtsied gracefully: "Young master still remembers my affairs, I am very grateful. Tang Yu... this person seems to be a woman, a disciple of Master Tian Shu. But Master Tian Shu never allows her to call him master."