sick wife

Shang Congshu changed his sitting position, leaning his back on Feng Xin's chest, "I want to watch a movie."

Feng Xin subconsciously wanted to turn on the TV, but suddenly remembered that she hadn't taken Shang Congshu out for a long time, and asked, "Do you want to go to the cinema?"

Some of the popular movies shown in cinemas recently are made in the United States, and the theme is about resisting racial discrimination. Shang Congshu should like to watch it.

Shang Congshu nodded.

Feng Xin kissed Shang Congshu on the cheek lightly, but didn't move further.

She didn't dare to take Shang Congshu to a crowded place, worried that Shang Congshu would not get used to it, so she called someone to book a movie theater for her.

The snow outside was not heavy, Feng Xin didn't drive, she changed Shang Congshu into a new set of clothes, new shoes, and put on a beret, scarf and gloves.

When wearing snow boots, Shang Congshu was not very happy, "I don't want to wear these."

She pointed to another pair of shoes on the shoe cabinet, "I want to wear that pair."

Feng Xin looked in the direction, and the shoes that Shang Congshu wanted were champagne-colored silk high heels, very elegant, but suitable for spring, summer and autumn, not for snowy days.

"Wear those cold feet," she explained.

Shang Congshu kicked his feet indiscriminately, trying to shake off the snow boots on his feet, "No, I want to wear those."

Feng Xin was still squatting, in the posture she put on boots for Shang Congshu just now, and this kick directly landed on her face.

The rubber shoe upper rubbed against the side of Feng Xin's face, and an area the size of a fingernail was torn apart, exposing bloody flesh on the part where the skin was rubbed off.

Shang Congshu didn't dare to make trouble immediately, Feng Xin hadn't said anything yet, her eyes were red and she was about to cry.

"I'm fine." Feng Xin comforted, pressing the back of her hand to her face, it hurt a little, but it was still within the bearable range.

Shang Congshu got off the sofa, blew on Feng Xin's face, and cried, "Ah Xin, I'm sorry, does it hurt?"

Feng Xin stroked Shang Congshu's hair: "Put on your shoes obediently, and I won't feel any pain."

It's a pity that this kind of tranquility didn't last long, when Feng Xin was about to remove the bell when she was going out, Shang Congshu made a fuss again.

Quickly stopped Feng Xin, muttered: "Is it okay to wear it? Please, please."

She still wanted to hear the bell, but she couldn't hear it when she took it off.

Of course Feng Xin couldn't agree to this request, "Be good, wear it when you come back."

If you wear this to go out, Feng Xin will probably become the focus of the roadside, and this is not just an empty decoration, it is the kind that really has a sound, it keeps ringing when it moves.

Just thinking about that picture and scene, Feng Xin is going to die.

Seeing that Shang Congshu refused to obey, Feng Xin hugged him and said in a hoarse voice, "Wear some more at night, and put bells on you everywhere, so you can listen enough, okay?"

As expected, Shang Congshu's attention was diverted, and his eyes lit up, "Can I tie it anywhere on my body?"

Feng Xin clearly knew that Shang Congshu didn't have that kind of thought, but she still couldn't help but blushed, "...um."

With this in exchange, Shang Congshu didn't make a fuss anymore, and readily accepted Feng Xin's proposal.

They were arm in arm, walking side by side on the street, the snowflakes were floating on the top of Shang Congshu's black hair, Feng Xin saw the spirit.

Shang Congshu likes to dye his hair. During his first year in college, he had dyed tea brown and dull gray.

Later, when she fell ill, it was difficult for her to take care of Shang Congshu in her daily life, and she had no spare energy to help Shang Congshu maintain his hair. After so many years, those dyed colors had been cut off long ago, leaving only the newly grown jet black.

A trace of guilt climbed into Fengxin's heart. When the conditions were bad, she didn't let Shang Congshu live a better life. She rented an old house with her, and lived in a place where the voice-activated lights on the stairs were broken.

The conditions have improved, but Shang Congshu is always ignored, and what he promised has not been realized.

Shang Congshu didn't know what Fengxin was thinking, he grabbed snowflakes in the air with one free hand, pulled out the glove while playing, and caught it with his bare hands.

Not long after, the small snowflakes that turned into water turned Shang Congshu's hands into red, obviously her hands were cold, but she covered her head and cried to Feng Xin, "Ah Xin, my head is so cold."

Feng Xin took her hand, wiped off the mist on the surface of the skin, let out the hot air under his lips, and put on the gloves again for her after rubbing it warmed up.

They bought popcorn and hot milk tea at the entrance of the cinema.

After the movie started, Shang Congshu watched it seriously, staring at the screen intently.

The heating inside was a bit high, Fengxin was afraid that Shang Congshu would get hot, so he took off his cotton windbreaker, and only let Shang Congshu wear the inner sweater. She folded the clothes and put them on the seat next to her.

She was thinking, should she take Shang Congshu to the barbershop to dye her hair after the movie, or buy hair dye cream and dye it herself? Shang Congshu should not be able to get in touch with strangers, and would lose his temper for no reason.

Feng Xin didn't think about it for too long, she planned to buy some hair dye cream, and planned to do it by herself.

There was a mild dull pain in her upper right abdomen, she subconsciously rubbed that part, and soon returned to normal.

Feng Xin didn't think much about it.

During the two-hour movie, Shang Congshu was surprisingly quiet. From the beginning to the end of the movie, he didn't speak, could hardly sit still, and didn't run around.

On the way back, Shang Congshu still wanted to drink milk tea, Feng Xin bought another cup.

Passing by the shopping mall, Feng Xin went in, took the merchant Cong Shu to the counter selling hair dye cream, the staff came up to say hello, but Feng Xin refused.

Whenever there are strangers talking next to him, Shang Congshu will become uncomfortable and focus all his attention on others, like a cat that can explode anytime and anywhere.

Feng Xin casually picked up two of them and looked at them. Actually, she didn't study hair color, and she didn't know what was popular recently, and what was popular.

She turned her face and asked, "Is there any color you like? I'll dye it for you when I get home."

Shang Cong Shu's eyes lit up, he looked at several rows, took a look at each one, finally took a mint rice brown, and whispered in Feng Xin's ear, "I want this."

It is a blue-toned flaxen color. This color is very soft and beautiful in the sun. If it is dyed well, it will be very fairy.

Shang Congshu's hair is very long and thick. Feng Xin bought six sticks of peppermint rice dumpling hair dye cream with the largest quantity in grams, and also bought the tools for hair dyeing.

It was still dark after arriving home, Feng Xin was doing homework on the Internet, opened the tablet to search for self-coloring tutorials, Shang Congshu squeezed over, and wanted to watch it with Feng Xin.

Feng Xin picked her up, rubbed her chin on the back of Shang Shu's neck, and gently pecked her, "Did you have a good time today?"

Shang Congshu tilted his head to think about Feng Xin's words, "How can you be happy?"

Feng Xin asked again: "Do you like today or yesterday?"

Shang Congshu sighed, "Today."

"Well, that's happiness."

Always like today more than yesterday, that is, happy, happy.

Feng Xin got ready and began to work on Shang Congshu's hair. Since the process would take a long time, Feng Xin didn't plan to make dinner, so she asked someone to order pizza and fried chicken.

Before, Feng Xin hired a cook, but these few days, she didn't let the cook deliver the meals, and she cooked or ordered food by herself.

Dyeing Shang Congshu's hair well, the effect was far more amazing than Feng Xin had imagined, not because of her good technique, but because Shang Congshu's skin was fair, and matched with this hair color, she looked like a beauty walking out of an oil painting.

Feng Xin picked up the camera and took a few pictures. Cong Shu under her lens stayed more than ten years ago. She couldn't remember how long it was since the last time she took a picture of Shang Congshu.

She posted on the Weibo of the work account, which is usually managed by a dedicated team, certified by the company, and has millions of fans. Every update is a poster for a large-scale movie, or an influential magazine cover.

Feng Xin sent photos to Fu Qinghe, [Mr. Fu, can I update this group of photos on the company's official blog? 】

Fu Qinghe: [Send. 】

With the permission of the boss, Fengxin posted the photos of Shang Congshu on Weibo. She didn't have any particular idea, she just wanted to see others praise Shang Congshu, and the compliments she received would make her feel satisfied and happy.

Not long after the photo was posted, a group of commenters asked if this is an artist signed by an entertainment company. The temperament and pure natural appearance are too amazing. It seems that I have never seen it before. Could it be a freshman who just graduated from the Film Academy?

Feng Xin is very Versailles's comment: [It's my wife, she will be 40 years old after the new year (the photo is sent by a cat.jpg)]

This reply made the comments even more lively. The photos don't look like a 40-year-old woman. She is not a celebrity yet, and she looks younger than celebrities of the same age.

Shang Congshu was eating fried chicken, watching Feng Xin smirking at the computer with a puzzled look in his eyes.

She went over to close the computer and taught Feng Xin a lesson, "Didn't you say that you can't use your phone or computer while eating!"

Feng Xin often tells her that you can't watch your mobile phone or computer or watch TV when eating, and you should concentrate on eating and not be distracted.

Feng Xin admitted his mistake in a second, "It's because I didn't do well, I don't play computer games anymore."

Her apology is sincere, and Shang Congshu can develop a good habit only by setting an example.

Feng Xin used to eat fried chicken with Shang Congshu, the pizza was chicken and ham flavor, she had to look at Shang Congshu when she ate, as expected of her wife, how could she be so beautiful.

Feng Xin stayed at home for the past two days, Shang Congshu thought it was weird, "Ah Xin, don't you have to go to work?"

Feng Xin's gaze was slightly dazed, and the gaze that had been on Shang Congshu's face was quietly withdrawn.

How was she going to explain to Shang Congshu that the company had already had the annual vacation, and in the days before that, she sat in the bar all day long, doing nothing but waiting for it to get dark.

Feng Xin's face was slightly pale, and she didn't know how to answer the words.

Shang Congshu saw that Fengxin was silent, her heart sank slowly, and she asked seriously, "Do you have another girlfriend outside?"

Feng Xin laughed, "...how could it be."

Shang Congshu was puzzled, "Then you don't have a girlfriend outside, and you don't like to see me, where have you been?"

No one was seen during the day, and she came back to sleep in bed at night, and she couldn't see anyone when she got up early. She always thought that Feng Xin had another girlfriend outside and another home.

He was bound by morality and couldn't abandon her, so he had no choice but to stay with her.

The tip of Feng Xin's nose was sore and swollen, and the explanation was so weak, "I don't like to see you."

The topic came back again.

Shang Congshu: "Then where have you been?"

Feng Xin was speechless.

The atmosphere was silent, Shang Congshu didn't seem to be paying much attention, he said flatly with fried chicken in his mouth, "Ah Xin is lying, her nose is getting longer."

Her tone was calm and slow, as if she was simply stating a very common matter.

Feng Xin didn't dare to admit it, she just didn't want to see Shang Congshu, that's why she didn't stay at home for a long time.

If the company has something to do, stay in the company. If the company has nothing to do, I would rather sit in the bar all day and not come back.

Feng Xin raised her hand to cover her eyes, not to let the hot tears fall from her eyes.

Shang Congshu asked because he wanted to know the answer, he didn't want to see Fengxin cry.

She was a little at a loss, touched Feng Xin with her forehead, and said to Feng Xin: "I'm not angry."