After Divorce, Hidden Marriage Husband Became Addicted to Me
Chapter 392 - 275: Wooden Butterfly_2

Chapter 392: Chapter 275: Wooden Butterfly_2

"Right." Liang Zheng said, taking the butterfly back and sitting directly on the ground. He took out sandpaper to polish it, "It’s not done yet. I’ll give it to Xixi once it’s finished."

He sat with his back to her, about half a meter away from her.

In front of him were his tools.

He seemed to cherish these items, wrapping them in several plastic bags.

"Liang Zheng, be careful. Don’t hurt your hand," she reminded him, recalling that despite being of college age, he still had the intelligence of a child when she saw him pick up the file.

Liang Zheng nodded his head and hummed in response, his voice low.

He was very focused, his eyes only on the butterfly.

With each slice and carve, he refined the edges of the butterfly.

"It’ll be ready soon."

The evening breeze blew gently, the coolness amplified on the rooftop.

Tang Xi suddenly felt the only sense of freedom she had felt in days.

She couldn’t help but stretch out her arms, exercising her waist and neck.

Bending her head slightly to look into the hall, the light from the TV flickered through a window. With Feng Jiamei’s poor hearing due to old age, the volume was turned up high, showing a melodramatic old drama.

Tang Xi also rarely enjoyed the quiet by herself here. She lay on the cool mat laid out on the side, gazing at the starry sky.

She thought of her daughter Tangtang and Fu Tingzhou.

Tangtang must be worried. It was her first time being away from her for three days.

She hadn’t been to work for three days. Would the leaders at the hospital be displeased? Could she still keep her job there?

She had disappeared. Fu Tingzhou...perhaps Fu Tingzhou didn’t care at all.

After all, he no longer remembered her.

Now, she was only known as his ex-wife.

Ruoli and Gu Zhiyi should be concerned about her; they would probably call the police and look everywhere for her.

But how would they know she was trapped in this small village, about to marry a fool?

Thinking this, she grew sleepy and slowly closed her eyes.

Just as she was about to fall asleep, she suddenly sensed a figure approaching her.

She opened her eyes vigilantly and saw a wooden butterfly.

The butterfly was beautiful and exquisitely made, a simple piece of wood turned into a stunning creation.

Her eyes instinctively brightened for a moment, "It’s so beautiful." She looked at him, "Is this the finished product?"

Liang Zheng, "It might not be, Grandfather said the finished product needs a coat of varnish, but I don’t have that..."

"Grandfather?"

"Yeah, my grandfather taught me. Grandfather was...a fantastic carpenter. But Grandfather...he’s gone now. Grandma said we won’t be able to see him anymore. Little Zheng misses Grandfather."

Tang Xi slowly sat up, "Thank you for the butterfly, it’s beautiful. Is it a gift for me?"

"If Xixi likes it, that’s good." His handsome face beamed with a simple smile, seemingly delighted that she liked it. He appeared like a child craving praise and immediately said, "I can also carve little fish, chicks, ducklings, and puppies. I’ll make them all for you!"

Tang Xi shook her head, "What do I need so many for? Don’t do it anymore, in case you hurt your fingers..." She said this as she observed in the moonlight the injuries on Liang Zheng’s hands—slender, fair fingers with thin calluses, now bleeding slightly.

"How did you hurt your hand?" Tang Xi put down the butterfly, took Liang Zheng’s fingers, both the index and middle fingers were cut.

"Hehe, it’s okay, it doesn’t hurt. Just blow on it and it’ll be fine."

Tang Xi furrowed her brows, "Do you have any medicine? Is there a clinic here? I mean... a place to treat illnesses?"

Liang Zheng’s face changed color, shaking his head, "No, no injections."

Tang Xi smiled helplessly, "No injections, just need to apply some medicine on the hand, and bandage it a bit."

"Really, no injections?"

"Really." Tang Xi did not expect that, even as an adult, he would still be afraid of injections, even though his mind seemed childlike, he was still a youth of about one-meter-eighty.

"No injections, just blowing on it will do," said Xixi.

Tang Xi took his butterfly and could only nod her head, as it was too late now to go to a clinic and get medicine. Moreover, the cut on the finger was not serious, she slowly lowered her head, her lips approached Liang Zheng’s finger, and gently blew on it.

Liang Zheng’s eyelashes fluttered.

He looked at Tang Xi’s face and laughed foolishly, "Xixi is so amazing, even more than the village doctor aunt."

Tang Xi intentionally scared him, "I am a doctor too, you know, I specialize in giving injections to people, especially to those naughty kids! I give them injections every day!"

Liang Zheng really got scared, his face turned pale.

"Xiao Zheng is very obedient."

"Good, then these few days, let’s not carve these woods, wait until the fingers are better to play."

She didn’t pay much attention at first, but upon a closer look, there were several wounds on Liang Zheng’s hand, all left from the past, probably caused by the carving knife often scraping his hands.

They weren’t treated much, just old scars on his fingers.

"Grandma also doesn’t allow me to play with this, she says I’m too clumsy, and playing with this will cut my hands."

Tang Xi nodded, "Indeed, you need to be a bit more careful."

The butterfly was carved very beautifully, but after all, Liang Zheng’s mental capacity was limited here, sometimes his actions couldn’t keep up with his age. Tang Xi realized in these three days, there were just Feng Jiamei and Liang Zheng two people in the house, no other relatives.

Feng Jiamei was very protective of her grandson.

"Xiao Zheng, Xiao Zheng is going to sleep!" Feng Jiamei’s calling voice came.

Then the door of the main room opened, Feng Jiamei raised her head and shouted, "Tang Xi, bring Xiao Zheng down, don’t let him fall."

Tang Xi said to Liang Zheng, "Let’s go down."

She helped Liang Zheng tidy up his ’Treasure’.

As she was about to go down, Liang Zheng picked up the butterfly from the ground and handed it to her, "For you, you haven’t taken it yet."

He seemed a bit anxious, as if he really hoped Tang Xi would take it.

Tang Xi secured it, and he smiled and walked down the stairs with her.

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The next morning, Tang Xi walked out of Feng Jiamei’s house, Feng Jiamei did not stop her, it seemed that she knew she couldn’t run out.

She went to the village doctor’s house and got some medicine.

It was only after getting the medicine that she remembered she had no money on her, the village doctor didn’t even lift his eyelids, "Liang Zheng’s wife, right? I’ve noted it down."

Inside this village, Tang Xi was a stranger, still, a foreign woman.

The first day she arrived in the village, the whole village knew about it.

She slightly raised her eyebrows and left the village doctor’s house.

Just as she walked a few steps, she suddenly stopped, her pupils slowly dilating, she didn’t expect to see a familiar figure in the village.

Without even thinking, she called out, "Shen Duan!"