Chapter 1797 Don't Have the Capital to Indulge Your Sadness

"Mother, is father really in seclusion?" Shen Nianmo finally asked what he had always wanted to ask.

"……Um."

The forced laughter is like a balloon, and a casual word from her son is like a needle to her, and it is in danger of breaking if it is stabbed lightly.

The pain seemed to spread anytime and anywhere, trying to submerge her whole body...

She forced a smile and got up: "Go, Nianmo, let mother see how your homework is doing!"

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Missing is like weeds, a little bit of stimulation will flood into disasters.

It makes people want to get drunk to relieve their worries, to anesthetize and coax themselves with mad sleep.

But for Ning Xuemo, she couldn't do any of these, because she still had a son, and she didn't have the capital to indulge her sorrow.

She kept all the suffering in her heart, and she tried to keep herself busy, using busyness to numb herself.

It's just that when she has free time, she will be in a trance, and she will be in a trance for a long time. At this moment, she is looking at the books on that bookshelf.

Almost all of these books were written by Shen Jiuli himself, and if you open any one, you will find his condensed and free handwriting.

There are new ones and old ones, and the new ones are obviously prepared for Shennianmo, because the content inside is completely aimed at his physical characteristics.

As for the old ones, they are also placed neatly, including Buddhist scriptures, poison scriptures, and medical scriptures... There are all kinds of them.

A person who lives too long and has too much kung fu will be a bit boring, so what Shen Jiuli has learned is extremely complicated, and his interests often shift. When he has learned a skill to the peak, he will write a summary and throw it away. , These books are summed up by him.

Shen Nianmo was endorsing a book, and Ning Xuemo just sat here and flipped through it casually.

With her current state of mind, she can't see anything anymore, but it's good to be able to see his handwriting here.

She remembered that when she was watching "You Who Came from the Stars", after the heroine left, the heroine was crazily missing her, desperately looking for those who knew the heroine, asking them to talk about the heroine, listening to it over and over again, crying over and over again...

At that time, she was still puzzled when she saw it. Everyone has left. Is it useful to listen to those trivial things?

Now she finally understood that feeling.

In fact, she also really wanted to hear about Shen Jiuli from other people.

Just like just now, she teased Shen Nianmo with insinuations, talking about those things when he got along with his father...

Listening to it once is not enough, I want to listen to it a second time...

She was able to laugh out loud at things that were obviously not funny, until she almost burst into tears.

It's like hysteria!

She didn't force herself to stop until Shen Nianmo, who asked the question, was almost suspicious, and sat by the bookshelf pretending to have nothing to do, reading the book written by Shen Jiuli.

The sun was just right outside, and the bright light shone into the house, casting a silhouette on the indoor people.

Such a fine afternoon, such bright sunshine, if he is still...

My heart hurts like a tear!

She clenched the scroll in her hand, bent slightly, and waited for the pain to pass.

I accidentally caught a glimpse of a book in the corner of the bookcase that looked a little special, and it seemed that people often took it down and read it.

What is the book that Shen Jiuli often takes down to read?

She walked over curiously, raised her hand to get the book, and felt something was wrong when she took it, this is not a book, this is a mechanism!

After all, she had been an agent before, and she was not so proficient in breaking the mechanism. Holding the book and turning it around for a while, the bookshelf suddenly moved slowly to the two sides, revealing one of the passages.