sick wife

It's Christmas Eve again, and tomorrow is Christmas.

It snowed heavily for four or five days in a row, and the blowing wind was as sharp as the sawtooth on the edge of the leaves. This winter was extremely cold, and the honeysuckle trees planted in the city's greenery were crushed by the snow.

The heating was turned on in the bar, and a woman who was lightly drinking was sitting at the bar.

The tail of her hair is very fluffy and curly, the length is not over the shoulders, and she is wearing a beige suit, which gives people the cadre style of a TV host. She exudes a mature and intellectual beauty all over her body. Women are out of place.

Anyone who meets her will not recognize the current Fengxin as the same person as the motorcycle girl who liked to wear overalls and black boots 20 years ago...

With a tray in his hand, the waiter walked up to Feng Xin, put the wine on the table, and gestured to Feng Xin in another direction, "Hi lady, there is a customer in a blue skirt at that table who ordered a glass of whiskey for you. enjoy your meal."

Feng Xin looked in the direction, she was a very young girl, and found that she was still blinking ambiguously at her.

She didn't look at it for long, and replied lightly, "I'm sorry, I have a family, so it's not convenient."

The waiter was not surprised and seemed to be used to it.

Feng Xin doesn't come to the bar for fun, and the old staff here basically know it.

In the past few years, Feng Xin liked to immerse herself in the company. She almost worked until late at night before returning to work, and came to work early the next day. At first, everyone thought Feng Xin was trying too hard for promotion.

Later, when Feng Xin was promoted to the management team, she was still like this day after day. Even the boss was frightened, fearing that Feng Xin would not be able to survive, Feng Xin would not be allowed to work overtime, and Feng Xin must be off work and rest on time.

Feng Xin has no place to go, so she comes to this bar every day after get off work, sometimes she doesn't leave until dark, and sometimes she sits all night on weekends.

It was snowing heavily outside, Feng Xin put on his coat and scarf and left the bar.

Passers-by walked in a hurry, unable to avoid the cold wind, but Feng Xin walked very slowly, her feet were stepping on the snow, the surface fluff on her boots was wet, her feet were freezing cold, she still walked slowly.

In Fengxin's house, there is no warm tea and food, only a fool who is about her age, lifeless in the bedroom all day, and crazy most of the time.

Whenever she went back, the woman was not angry.

At first, Feng Xin was sad, even if it was just a smiling face, a simple hug could relieve her fatigue, but after a long time, Feng Xin became numb, and lived without expectations and expectations.

"I'm back." Feng Xin opened the door and shouted habitually.

She took off the padded jacket, shook off the residual snow on it, changed her shoes and socks, went to the kitchen, saw six cans of soda in the refrigerator, and her eyes sank.

Feng Xin took the key and went to the bedroom.

Sitting curled up on the bed was a woman with white, tender and smooth skin, her hair was like ink, most of it was spread behind her waist, she was charming and beautiful, she didn't look like she was 40 years old at all.

Feng Xin couldn't help but think of her sagging skin with crow's feet and brown spots on her cheeks. Compared with Shang Congshu, she is really much older.

She took out an exquisitely packaged apple from her bag and put it in Shang Congshu's hand, "Happy Christmas Eve."

The woman kept her face blank and didn't speak, she just looked down at the apple tied with a pink bow ribbon, and gently stroked it with her fingers...

Feng Xin doesn't know whether Shang Congshu is awake or sick. In the first few years when he was insane, Shang Congshu would still cuddle in her arms when he woke up, act like a baby with her, and talk to Feng Xin every now and then. Apologies and likes.

Gradually, Feng Xin loses patience with Shang Congshu, and occasionally ignores Shang Congshu, so that when Shang Congshu doesn't get sick, he also ignores Feng Xin.

"Gudong..." Shang Congshu accurately threw the apple into the only trash can in the bedroom.

Just like last year's Christmas Eve, the apple that was thrown away indifferently by Feng Xin.

Feng Xin didn't continue to care about Shang Congshu, she didn't even change her expression, she got off the bed, picked up the apples, washed them and peeled them, and sat on the sofa to eat.

Shang Congshu turned his back to Fengxin, his eyes looked at the snow falling outside the window, he didn't know what he was thinking, his whole body smelled of lifelessness.

She opened a gap in the window, the cold wind blew on her face, and snow the size of a red bean floated into the bedroom together, the wind poured into the neckline, and the cotton skirt was blown, and the outline of the waist wrapped by the clothes could be vaguely seen, thin and thin. thin.

She spoke suddenly, snow fell from her trembling eyelashes, and her words were colder than the current sky: "If you are too tired, lock me in."

Feng Xin gnawed on the apple without pausing, without changing her face: "You think I haven't thought about it? It's been 20 years, and what are you talking about?"

If we go back to 20 years ago, Feng Xin really locked Shang Congshu into a mental hospital, so that she would not suffer so long. Now that she is at this age, she can only live with it, what else can she do.

There are several times when Feng Xin asks herself, when there are only responsibilities that cannot be pushed away in the relationship, is there still love?

Maybe she didn't love Shang Congshu for a long time, but she couldn't help it. Shang Congshu's parents were still alive, and he had an older brother and younger sister. No one in the family was willing to take over.

If Feng Xin doesn't want Shang Congshu, what should Shang Congshu do?

Thinking about the past 20 years, no matter how much she loves Shang Congshu, she has been wiped out, leaving only endless suffering.

Shang Congshu Neng, who got sick, was killing people, and didn't listen to what he said, chanting those few words back and forth, often screaming and screaming, she had to be extra careful when taking people out, for fear of hurting others.

Shang Congshu made trouble at home.

A few years ago, Shang Congshu clamored for ice cream in the middle of the night, Feng Xin dragged his exhausted body after two days and two nights, and ran downstairs barefoot to buy it for Shang Congshu.

Shang Congshu felt sad when he looked at her injured foot.

She didn't want to torture herself in this way, she just wanted to tell Shang Congshu that she just came back from get off work and was very tired and needed to rest, the endless noise made her so tired that she didn't even have time to put on her shoes.

Shang Congshu refused to put on clothes, hid in the closet and couldn't come out, Feng Xin was afraid that Shang Congshu would freeze, and the heating was turned on from morning to night, and he would humbly beg Shang Congshu to be more obedient and behaved over and over again.

After tossing about the same thing again, Feng Xin was really exhausted, suffering from physical and mental pain.

The two people's hearts are getting farther and farther apart, and the lunatic Shang Congshu also knows the difference, and realizes that Feng Xin doesn't love her, and doesn't like to be close to Feng Xin.

There is no warmth in each other's faces.

Slowly, Feng Xin could only stay at home for a few hours, and she didn't want to see Shang Congshu's lifeless appearance towards her, those eyes didn't even have any warmth, only endless fear.

evening.

Feng Xin didn't turn off the lights after taking a bath, and lay down on the bed, with Shang Cong Shu rarely approaching behind her, she could clearly feel fingertips drawing on her eyebrows with her eyes closed.

"Sister, do you still love me?" Shang Congshu's voice came from beside the pillow, Feng Xin didn't open her eyes.

Even the address they used to call when they were most affectionate in bed didn't move Feng Xin at all.

She didn't respond for a long time, and the woman behind her didn't even sigh, but silently added a bit of desolation to the night.

Cong Shu, if you had known that one day my face would be so hideous, you would not have chosen me back then. I am not a good partner, and I have thought of throwing you away more than once or twice...

The author has something to say:

The second female is an intermittent psychopath, who has self-awareness, the ability to distinguish right from wrong, and a clear mind when she is not sick.

The main purpose of this article is that the heroine will never leave the second girl, keep her promise of love, and remain committed to the second girl.