Reason is still chaotic

Shen Zijing went home at night, and when he heard that Shen Jiali had spent a lot of money during the day, he was very puzzled, and at the same time, a small cluster of anger was inexplicably ignited in his heart.

He strode to Shen Jiali's room, wanting to question the source of the money.Not wanting to open the door to take a look, but saw Shen Jiali sleeping on the bed, blushing.When I reached out and touched it, I felt it was hot, and it was a scene of high fever.

He froze for a moment, then quickly patted the other person's face lightly: "Third Uncle, wake up!"

Shen Jiali didn't open his eyes, but just let out a slight "hum", and the air he exhaled was very hot.

Shen Zijing reached into the quilt and touched his body. Seeing that his body was burning like fire, he guessed six or seven points—it was frozen outside during the day.

Shen Zijing put the question aside for now, found boiled water and aspirin, and fed Shen Jia a dress.But when Shen Jiali came back, he was exhausted, and he only said that he went to bed to rest, but he didn't expect that the more he rested, the heavier his mind became, and finally he fell asleep.Now he was startled and regained a little consciousness, but when he moved a little, he felt dizzy, and his stomach seemed to be pinched by a big hand, and he would squeeze it at any moment, and the medicine in his stomach would be squeezed. Squeeze the water out.

He felt extremely uncomfortable, and his body was so cold that he couldn't bear it under the two quilts.It's like having malaria again, and from time to time, my whole body will convulse, and my teeth will chatter.Seeing that the situation was not good, Shen Zijing quickly called the doctor.

The doctor came by car in the heavy snow, but after examining Shen Jiali, he didn't express any novel insights, and said that he had caught a cold.Since he just caught a cold, there is nothing to say, the only way is to take medicine and rest.

After the doctor left, Shen Ziqi ran in with two pieces of jellybeans, and happily called Dad.Shen Zijing glared at him: "Father is sick, don't make any noise!"

Shen Ziqi stopped in front of the bed, blinked and looked at Shen Jiali, as if he couldn't understand it, he persistently poked the fudge into his father's mouth: "Dad, are you sick? Then be good, and I'll give you some candy. "

Shen Zijing, like carrying a piece of meat, "carried" Shen Ziqi out of the house without saying a word, and handed him and candy to the orderly.

Shen Zijing got on the bed, and hugged Shen Jiali forcefully through the quilt: "Third Uncle, are you still cold?"

Shen Jiali gave a low "um", his body was limp as if his bones had been pulled out.His body was cold, but his head and face were hot and unbearable.Rubbing his blushing cheeks to Shen Zijing, he lost consciousness in a daze.

In the early hours of the morning, Shen Jiali woke up, his whole body was drenched in sweat, and his pajamas were wet.

He knows the ways to recuperate from illness, and he doesn't lift the quilt to dry himself because of the stuffy heat.With one arm across his chest, he turned his head and saw Shen Zijing's sleeping face.

Staring at that face for a moment, he thought in his heart: "Zijing is in his 30s this year, and he is not young anymore."

He suddenly became surprised, as if he never expected that Shen Zijing was already "over 30 years old".In his memory, Shen Zijing has always been a heroic young man, smart and clean, with a little temper, that's all.

The person beside him made him feel strange, so he turned his face away and looked at the sky outside the window.

The air at home is heavy and depressing, and the outside world is also threatening, and hunger is everywhere.Shen Jiali almost saw his own destination from the dead bodies on the street.

If he lost Shen Zijing's shelter, he would just be lying on the side of the road waiting to die, and he would have to bring Shen Ziqi with him.This is not the previous peaceful era. Those "lovers" are not white-haired old people, but their physical strength cannot be exchanged for food.

Shen Jiali's heart was a little confused.The lives of him and his son are in the hands of others.

Shen Jiali opened his eyes, thinking upside down until dawn.At this moment, Shen Zijing also woke up.

Shen Zijing saw that he was in good spirits, and that he answered questions and answered clearly when speaking, so he quietly breathed a sigh of relief.However, not long after Shen Jiali took a bath, he gradually developed a fever again.This time I went to bed again, and the condition became so serious that even aspirin didn't work.

On the third day of the Lunar New Year, he looked like he was going to be overwhelmed, he couldn't get a drop of water, he couldn't speak, there was no blood on his lips, and he was lying on the bed with only slight gasps.Seeing this, Shen Zijing couldn't tell what kind of emotion was in his heart, he just felt that he was burning inside.Sitting on the edge of the bed and holding Shen Jiali's hand, his heart was beating extremely heavily against a big rock.

At this time, the orderly led Shen Ziqi in.

Shen Ziqi wanted to visit his father many times these days, but was driven out by his elder brother many times.He was still young and didn't know what birth, old age, sickness and death were, but seeing his father's appearance, he intuitively felt panic and sadness.Running to the bed and standing still, he stretched out a small hand and tiptoed to touch Shen Jiali's face: "Dad? Wake up!"

Shen Jiali opened his eyes, staring straight at Shen Ziqi's small face.Shen Ziqi blinked and looked at him too.The two pairs of eyes looked at each other for a moment, Shen Jiali closed his eyes and squeezed out a tear.And Shen Ziqi also wanted to feel something, grinned, and cried "Wow".

Amidst the crying of the child, Shen Jiali rolled his eyes again to look at Shen Zijing.

Shen Zijing sat aside with a sullen face, and met his gaze as if angry.

Shen Jiali struggled to speak, and desperately let out a weak voice: "You...Ziqi..."

Shen Zijing squeezed his hand severely: "I don't raise him! I don't care about Second Uncle's family either! If you can close your eyes, you're going to die!"

As soon as these words came out, Shen Jiali shut his mouth, but there were tears in his eyes, which were crystal clear.

Shen Zijing prepared the coffin for the purpose of "making a happy event".

Of course, this is just a theory, and it is the doctors who are really busy day and night in Shen's mansion.But Shen Jiali survived until the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, but gradually got better.

The three surnamed Shen in the mansion all lost a lot of weight.Shen Ziqi didn't dare to shout or make trouble for five or six days. Holding a small can of candied fruit bought from the street a few years ago, he sat on the small bench in the room all day long, went to visit his father every other half day, and squeezed Candied dates waved in front of her father's eyes, trying to wake him up with sweets.

On the morning of the sixteenth day of the first lunar month, Shen Jiali drank a small bowl of noodle soup, his fever disappeared completely, and he opened his mouth to eat a prunes handed over by his son.Shen Zijing walked back and forth in the room full of morning light, and scolded very rudely: "You are so old, but you get sick at this time, making everyone have a bad year!" Then he couldn't help smiling, stopped and looked at Shen Zijing. Jia Li, ruthless but not vicious, added: "I'm not dead!"

Shen Ziqi got into bed, threw himself into his father's arms as if joining in the fun, and imitated his tongue like a parrot: "Don't die, don't die."

Shen Jiali doesn't have the energy to teach his son now, so he can only cover his son's ears with his hands.

When Shen Zijing walked to the bed, he suddenly leaned over and held Shen Jiali's face, leaned his head over and gave him a "pop" kiss: "I'm not dead, I was planning to throw you to the dogs on a random grave outside the city!"

Sensing the peaceful atmosphere, Shen Ziqi still followed suit. He leaned forward and kissed his father on the chin. Because his mouth was opened too wide, a stream of saliva dripped down.

Shen Jiali hugged his son, lowered his eyes and sighed, "You..."

Shen Zijing smiled and asked him, "What about me?"

Shen Jiali shook his head and stopped talking.

Shen Zijing still remembered the money, and when Shen Jiali really got better, he brought up the old matter again and sent an inquiry.Shen Jiali had been ill for a while, and his heart became more and more like ashes, and if he was absent-minded, he told the truth.Shen Zijing gritted his teeth angrily: "You shameless old man, you're sitting at home like a beggar! You've really disgraced me!"

Shen Jiali was mentally weak and was too lazy to argue with him, so he pretended to be deaf and dumb.

After cursing this sentence, Shen Zijing paced back and forth on the ground for a few times, then suddenly calmed down, and asked Shen Jiali with a soft smile: "I've been ill for a few days, now I'm finally healed, do you want to feel better?"

Shen Jiali could no longer pretend to be deaf and dumb, and blushed a little: "No need!"

Shen Zijing laughed, but of course he didn't listen: "Go, go to my room!"

Shen Zijing made Shen Jiali "comfortable" for a while.

Afterwards, he tried tentatively and lowered his head to kiss the other party's lips.This move also exceeded Shen Jiali's expectations, because it felt a little too intimate.

Shen Zijing was very afraid of losing Shen Jiali, and Shen Jiali was a witness in his life.If Shen Jiali died, he felt that he would lose his only audience—that would be too lonely and boring.

The days went on, as if in the blink of an eye, Shen Ziqi's fourth birthday had passed.And on the third day after his birthday, Shen Zijing suddenly received the latest news that Germany had surrendered.