sick wife

It was the first time Feng Xin heard this name from Shang Congshu, and she was stunned for a moment, "...what?"

She is about one or two years older than Shang Congshu, and counting her last year, she is almost two years old. Shang Congshu never yells like that.

When the interest came up, "Sister" was called very diligently, even in that dream, "Wife Wife" was called even more smoothly, or "A Xin", but I never called that title.

Shang Congshu seemed to take this naysayer's behavior as a pouring mouth, glaring at Fengxin in front of him, and repeatedly yelled, "Sister! Sister! Sister!"

As if she couldn't cry enough, she turned into a violent repeater.

"Hey..." Feng Xin couldn't help laughing, and the little train in his hand was snatched away by Shang Congshu when he didn't pay attention.

Shang got the toy from Shu, diverted his attention from Fengxin, put the train on the flat floor, and controlled the little train into the bedroom with the remote control.

She got up and followed back to the bedroom, and put the older Snoopy doll on the windowsill on the train.

Controlling the little train again, returning to the forest track in the hall, the whole living room was parkoured by Snoopy on the little train.

When Feng Xin came out of the bathroom, Shang Congshu was still sitting on the carpet playing. She looked at the time, and it was almost twelve o'clock.

Feng Xin dried her hair, approached Shang Congshu and squatted down, "The little train has been running for so long, doesn't it need to rest?"

With the language interaction just now, it was easier for Shang Congshu to speak this time.

She understood what Feng Xin said, and because of understanding, she looked at Feng Xin with an expression of looking at strange things.

Seriously ask: "It's a remote control toy, why should it take a break?"

If it won't move, wouldn't it be good to change the battery?This is a model and not a living thing, how can you get tired?Where is the need to rest?

Shang Congshu murmured brokenly, "You still say such childish things when you're too old..."

She spoke at very low decibels, but Feng Xin could still hear her.

Shang Congshu's way of thinking is different from that of ordinary people. Sometimes he would talk to dead things, even if he didn't get any feedback, it would be like getting an answer, and he would start to ask and answer by himself.

It is precisely because she is used to seeing these scenes that Feng Xin communicates with Shang Congshu in a coaxing tone. Unexpectedly, Shang Congshu's thinking changed again during this meeting.

Feng Xin originally wanted to tease Shang Congshu, and wanted to induce Shang Congshu to talk and interact with her more, but now she was hooked by that sentence.

What is an age...

She raised her hand subconsciously to touch her face, the touch under her fingertips was not as smooth and elastic as when she was young, and she rubbed it up a little harder, and she could still feel the creases.

Although Feng Xin is not too old compared to her peers, the person who gets along with her is Shang Congshu, a woman in front of her who is obviously old but still as young as a college student...

In such a comparison, the light brown spots on Fengxin's face due to age are so unacceptable.

She walked around in front of Shang Congshu, blocking Shang Congshu's view of the little train, inexplicably anxious, "Am I very old?"

Shang Congshu crawled to the other side, continued to play, and ignored Fengxin again.

This really hurt Feng Xin's heart to pieces, it was so shattered that the fragments couldn't be picked up from the ground.

She picked up the mirror and began to look at her face. She took a closer look, zoomed in, and the more she looked, the more her heart sank. Is she that old?Not so bad.

She said to Shang Congshu: "I'll go to the bar to have a sit, and some p will buy me a drink."

Shang Congshu, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said, "They are just like the old aunt."

Feng Xin's expression cracked in an instant, as if he heard the voice of his own heartbroken.

Shang Congshu was right, Feng Xin always wore a suit and skirt when she went to the bar, and her mature makeup, although not gorgeous, had the charm of a woman in her 40s and [-]s. young girl.

It takes a certain process for every woman to accept that she is indeed old. It's not that Feng Xin can't digest it, she just thinks that if she gets old too quickly, she might be disgusted by Shang Congshu.

She is not like Shang Congshu's girlfriend, but more like a big sister, no matter how you look at it, she is not a good match.

Feng Xin's anxiety stems from Shang Congshu, and has nothing to do with her age and appearance.

She subconsciously touched her tight waistline. Fortunately, her figure was not out of shape. It seemed that she needed to pay attention to maintenance.

Feng Xin took the remote control from Shang Congshu's hand, stopped the little train, "I can't play any more, I have to go to bed."

Shang Cong was so depressed that he refused to speak, his face was full of dissatisfaction, he maintained the sitting position just now, and didn't move at all.

This is a way for Shang Congshu Wusheng to quarrel with Feng Xin, and it has often been staged at night in the past so many years.

Although Feng Xin was helpless, she gently scratched Shang Congshu's side face with her fingertips, teasing, "I like riding a small train so much, I let you ride it."

This sentence frightened Shang Cong Shu Huarong to turn pale, he ran back to the bedroom, put on the bed and covered himself with the quilt, lay down and closed his eyes, the movements were done in one go.

The last few times, or a year ago, Fengxin has solved her physical needs by herself. She hasn't had physical intimacy with Shang Congshu for a long time, and she is often exhausted physically and mentally, and has no time to think about those things.

What's more, Shang Congshu seemed to hate her very much, and would treat her coldly from time to time, and it was even more impossible for her to force it.

Feng Xin walked into the room, the woman on the bed was pretending to be asleep, she didn't reveal it, she was lying on the other half of the bed, a newly bought doll was placed between the two of them.

She looked at the ceiling for a while, then turned to look at the woman next to the pillow, her beautiful face, her skin was like cream.

Feng Xin said slowly: "If I'm not here, where do you want to go? There are restrictions, you can only go to medical institutions, and you don't like to get along with others..."

As she talked, she began to feel melancholy, "If someone can cook you three meals a day, I don't have to worry so much. You have to learn to take off your clothes when it's hot, and put on clothes when it's cold."

Fengxin's eyes were slightly hot, and the corners of her lips were raised, maybe she was laughing at herself, "...When I'm gone, I'll give you all my money, I know you can shop online, you can buy a small train by yourself, a room full of Snoopy, A refrigerator of grape soda, don't think about me."

Anyway, her Cong Shu didn't like living with her.