sick wife

Feng Xin is sick.

After staying up all night and blowing the cold wind for several hours, she had a fever again. After returning home and taking medicine, her body temperature didn't seem to drop at all.

She planned to go to the hospital later if the fever did not subside.

Two days ago, Feng Xin exposed Luo Ying's crimes of intimidating and luring students and impersonating students to the Youth Daily. They also took it very seriously, and sent Feng Xin an email tonight.

Feng Xin was asked to produce evidence to prove that those manuscripts were indeed written by Shang Congshu.

In Shang Congshu's current situation, he is sober for a while and confused for a while, so it is not suitable for him to come forward in person.

Feng Xin thought about it, but finding out the chat records of Luo Ying threatening Shang Congshu is not enough, the iron proof must be to get Shang Congshu's original manuscript, which proves that the manuscript written by Shang Congshu is dated earlier, in order to successfully report Luo Ying .

She deleted the mailbox, turned around and went to the bedroom to check the Shangcongshu computer.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Shang Congshu lying on the plush carpet playing with Lego blocks, his calves dangling, and he seemed to be in a good mood.

When Shang Congshu came back, he changed into a light and luxurious skirt with a ruffled one-line neckline. The long skirt was rolled up to the chest by Shang Congshu's skirt. The lace and satin underwear was gone, and the whole waist was soft. And buttocks are exposed to the air.

Feng Xin stepped forward and stretched out his hand to pull down Shang Congshu's skirt to tidy up, "It doesn't matter at home, you can't mess around like this outside."

She supported Shang Cong to relax his waist, rubbed it fondly with her mouth, and glanced at the Lego on the blanket. It was a difficult "Dream Taj Mahal", and it was almost spelled out.

Shang Congshu curled up his legs, changed his posture from prone to sitting, and said to Fengxin: "Of course I know that I can't dress like this outside, and I'm not a fool."

"..."

Feng Xin saw that Shang Congshu was in a lucid state, so he took the opportunity to ask, "Congshu, which file do you put the manuscripts you wrote before? Pull it out and show it to me."

She didn't directly say about reporting Luo Ying, she was worried that the final result would not be very good and would irritate Shang Congshu.

"Ah Xin, you have changed." The woman sighed suddenly, and took apart the Lego that was about to be put together again.

Feng Xin's heart tightened, "Huh?"

Shang Congshu pursed his lips, his brows and eyes were full of frustration.

She felt that Fengxin was not the same as before, she seemed to have lost that strong need for her, Fengxin never wanted her enough in the past, but she never thought that Fengxin would be dead to her not long after dating.

Didn't Fengxin see it?She did it on purpose!How can you help her tidy up her clothes in a serious manner? ? ?It was completely different from what she had planned.

How dare she say such a small calculation.

Another deep and angry sigh.

Shang Congshu was about to get the computer, but before she got up, she was hugged by Feng Xin, her eyes lit up, and she thought Feng Xin had awakened.

Feng Xin stroked the hair on the back of her head, and coaxed slowly: "If you have something unhappy, you should tell me."

I don't know if Fengxin is too gentle, giving Shang Congshu a feeling that the person in front of him is not the shy senior who blushes when he gets nervous, but looks like a mature and older Fengxin. The softness precipitated by the years.

For a moment, Shang Congshu thought that Feng Xin had experienced a lot of pain, and before she had time to think about it, she hugged Feng Xin tightly.

Suddenly exclaimed, "Why are you so hot?"

I don't know how long Fengxin has had a fever, the high temperature can be seen through the clothes, Shang Congshu's expression became serious, "Hurry up and go to the hospital with me, your body is so hot, you don't feel it at all ?"

Her worries were all on her face, her eyes were full of Fengxin, and she left everything behind, only thinking about Fengxin's physical condition.

Feng Xin stayed where she was, just watching Shang Congshu busy for her, calling a taxi impatiently...

Feng Xin doesn't really care much, she has already gotten used to it, no matter what happens to her body, she is used to putting Shang Congshu first.

Even when she went to the hospital to see a doctor, she was worried about what to do if she had to be put on an IV?She can only get some simple fever-reducing injections. If she is put on a hanging bottle, she doesn't know how long she will stay in the hospital.

When Shang Congshu got sick, he would definitely be unable to sit still in the hospital. If he accidentally missed her and ran away while she was not paying attention, wouldn't that kill her?

Now suddenly being cared by Shang Congshu for a long time, Feng Xin's eyes couldn't help getting moist.

She held Shang Congshu's hand, pressed it tightly to her face, gasped in a low voice, "I want to be sick for a longer time..."

Shang Congshu couldn't hear such an endless sentence. She didn't know that Feng Xin hadn't been so nervous for a long time.

If Shang Congshu was worried about having a fever like this, then Fengxin really had such an extravagant wish.

Shang Congshu couldn't help muttering, "You're talking nonsense again, how can anyone want to be sick longer?"

The taxi soon arrived downstairs, Fengxin was taken by Shang Congshu, even though Fengxin is top-heavy and hot all over, she still enjoys being taken care of by Shang Congshu.

She held one hand tightly with Shang Congshu, her face rested on Shang Congshu's shoulder, her eyelids gradually became heavy, and she fell asleep within a few seconds.

Feng Xin opened her eyes sleepily again, her pupils trembling, and she found that she had returned to that cold winter night, even the scene of a person hugging a dead body on the bed was exactly the same as the last time she entered the dream, without any change.

Feng Xin can't judge, at this moment, these are all the contents of her dreams, or she is really traveling in two time and space.

Thinking of the three or two words Shang Congshu said to her, she felt lingering fear, and only one thought remained in her mind.

She walked quickly to the bed, and said anxiously to Shang Congshu, who was sleeping with her eyes closed: "Congshu, listen to me, there is cash at home, in the top shelf of the closet. You bought a house and it’s still being renovated, it will take some time before you can move in, and all bank card passwords are the 6 digits behind your ID card..."

Feng Xin didn't know whether Shang Congshu could hear what she said, her whole body was transparent and she couldn't touch it at all.

Even though she knew that it might not be useful, Feng Xin still wanted to do her best to give Shang Congshu everything she had, "Don't open the window and stretch out your hand when it's snowing. I've told you many times, but why don't you listen? Chilblains on one hand are so uncomfortable... Eat when the meal arrives, don't always..."

Feng Xin kept talking, almost wishing to finish what she wanted to say in one breath, feeling her body became more and more transparent, and her whole person became light and ethereal.

She lay down on the bed in a hurry, and said to the middle-aged Shang Congshu: "I love you, and I will love you in this life and the next. Congshu...promise me, don't leave me too far, don't go wandering..."

With tears in Feng Xin's eyes, except for the house with Shang Congshu's name written on it, no other property will be inherited to Shang Congshu.

Apart from her, no one will take care of Shang Congshu anymore.

……

"Axin? Axin!"

……

Feng Xin was woken up by the shaking, she fell asleep, her tiredness didn't ease in any way, on the contrary, she became even more tired.

The eyes are Shang Cong's eyes full of tension.

"Ah Xin, are you having a nightmare?" Shang Congshu felt distressed, and his tone of voice became cautious unconsciously, "You are crying, and talking a lot in your sleep."

Feng Xin's complexion was pale, and she panted slightly, "...what am I talking about in my sleep?"

Shang Congshu took out a clean handkerchief from his bag, and wiped the sweat dripping from Fengxin's neck, "You call me by my name, and tell me not to leave you too far, and keep saying you love me..."

Speaking of this, Shang Congshu blushed, a little shy, "It's the first time I've heard you say so many times about whether you like it or not, what are you dreaming about, so anxious?"

With that sense of urgency, Feng Xin seemed to be afraid that she would never have a chance to say it in the future, and she couldn't wait to say all the love words for the rest of her life.

Feng Xin lay on Shang Congshu's body, feeling that every nerve was twitching. She held Shang Congshu, her hands trembling uncontrollably, "I dreamed that you loathed me, hated me, and watched me come home from work every day. They all have no expression on their faces, they are cold to me, they don't kiss me good night, they don't act like a baby to me..."

She thought she had been numb for a long time, but the moment she said it, she realized that she had never been indifferent. She really cared, so much that even Shang Congshu didn't give her a goodnight kiss, and she felt uncomfortable for more than ten years.

Shang Congshu listened to Fengxin's accusation against her, but he hadn't digested it yet, and was flustered by Fengxin's fragile appearance, and quickly explained, "No, it was just a dream. How could I be cold to you?"

Feng Xin didn't say too much, she buried her face in Shang Congshu's arms, coveting the smell of Shang Congshu's body.

Her head was heavy, and not long after she woke up, her eyelids started to fight again, and she never let go of her hand, holding Shang Congshu all the way.

Mumbling in a daze, "I want to make money to support you, buy you clothes, flowers, a big house..."

Shang Congshu rubbed his chin against Feng Xin's hot cheek, worried about Feng Xin's physical condition, and at the same time was secretly happy for Feng Xin's promise, but it was not too sweet, and what Feng Xin said immediately left her stunned.

"...Feeding fish and raising flowers is also very powerful...you are not a burden..."

In the first few years after taking Shang Congshu away, Feng Xin was full of warmth. When Shang Congshu was ridiculed by his former classmates as a waste and a burden, Feng Xin ordered a form for Shang Congshu. Watering the flowers, as long as Shang Congshu can do it, he will cover the back of the form with small red flowers.

At that time, Fengxin, even if Shang Congshu fell ill, would encourage her, and if she couldn't communicate, she would cry with Shang Congshu, and she wouldn't eat if Shang Congshu didn't eat.

Shang Congshu lay on the ground, Fengxin yelled louder than Shang Congshu, in the end even Shang Congshu felt ashamed, wishing he could drag Fengxin away quickly.

Feng Xin's fever was in a mess, her memory was in a mess, all she could think about was the years when Shang Congshu was with her just now, and she talked a lot about it.

On the side, Shang Congshu's eyes gradually became gloomy, as if he was trying to restrain himself. Seeing that Feng Xin was so ill, he parted his lips, and all the words he wanted to question were stuck in his throat.

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to the hospital.

Feng Xin gradually came to her senses. She was helped by Shang Congshu to register. On the way, she glanced sideways at the woman beside her. Shang Congshu hadn't spoken since she got off the car.

She embraced Shang Congshu's waist with one hand, and leaned her whole body weight on Shang Congshu deliberately, "Why do you look sullen, what are you thinking?"

Ever since Shang Congshu fell ill, Fengxin would wonder what Shang Congshu was thinking.

At the time of the onset, Shang Congshu not only acted differently from ordinary people, but also thought strangely. She knew that Shang Congshu did not belong to the category of mental retardation, and occasionally had very unique thinking and logic.

However, this kind of thinking is different from most of them, so it is not accepted by normal people. In the eyes of normal people, those actions are weird behaviors.

Shang Congshu glanced at Feng Xin, thinking that he was sullen, and Feng Xin could still approach her with an innocent face to make trouble for her, and he felt even more sullen, "It's nothing, I'm thinking about how to make money, buy you clothes and flowers , buy a big house.”

Her face is full of emotions that only a little woman can have, she almost writes the yin and yang strangeness directly on her face.

Feng Xin vaguely felt that the lines were a bit familiar, wasn't this the promise she made to Shang Congshu when she was young in her previous life?Her eyes fluttered a little, she hurriedly glanced at the woman in front of her, and then turned away, wondering if Shang Congshu had also been reborn...

She didn't speak casually, so if she guessed wrong, she would scare Shang Congshu if she said that.

Maybe Shang Congshu thought that the fever had burned out her brain as well.

This series of small expressions and the silence without any response, in Shang Congshu's eyes, are no different from guilty conscience, both of them are relatively silent, each has their own concerns.

The doctor took Feng Xin's pulse and looked at his throat with a flashlight.

Feng Xin said: "I don't want to be on an IV, can I just prescribe medicine?"

The doctor didn't insist, but suggested, "Two bottles of hanging injections will help you recover faster."

Shang Congshu, who was sullen, came over when he heard the words, "Why don't you use a bottle? We can sleep in the hospital at night without trouble."

Fengxin didn't dare to stay outside for too long, so she took Shang Congshu to the door of the pharmacy to wait for the medicine. She pinched Shang Congshu's fingertips in her palm to play with, "I'm going to sleep in the hospital tonight, so who will cook for you?"

Neither of them had dinner yet.

This reason cannot be justified at all, and Shang Congshu kept holding back in his heart, "Don't act like you gave up a lot for me, I can't order takeaway? Can I cook by myself?"

Fengxin's attitude is as if she can't take care of herself, needs to be taken care of all the time, needs to be watched over.

Feng Xin looked at Shang Congshu, clenched her palms tightly, and remained silent for a few seconds before pretending to tease, "I blame me for being too clingy, I get lost when I don't see you, and I feel uncomfortable when I don't cook for you, so I just love clinging to you."

If he hadn't heard what Feng Xin said in the taxi, Shang Congshu would have believed it.

After getting the medicine.

Feng Xin's hand was thrown away by Shang Congshu, and Shang Congshu walked in front of her, walking neither fast nor slow, he did not leave her alone in the hospital, nor did he want to walk side by side with her.

They had quarreled before, and Shang Congshu always said something, and basically didn't have a cold war with her. Now that he suddenly got into such a mood, she didn't know what happened to Shang Congshu.

"Let's just walk back like this? Don't you want to take a taxi?" Feng Xin couldn't help but ask from behind.

Shang Congshu didn't look at Fengxin on purpose, and said quietly, "Then call two cars, I don't want to sit with you."

Feng Xin laughed in a low voice, thinking that Shang Congshu's appearance is very delicate and cute.

She held Shang Congshu's hand, was thrown away, and she was pulled up again, but was waved away by Shang Congshu again, and she chased tirelessly.

No matter how Shang Congshu shakes off Feng Xin's hand, Feng Xin will always hold him.

Finally Fengxin saw that Shang Congshu didn't move, and wanted to make a joke, but just as she opened her mouth, she bumped into Shang Congshu's red eyes like rabbits, she was slightly startled, and suddenly reflected.

Is it because she has too much affection for Shang Congshu, and Shang Congshu can't understand, she still looks like she is always willing to sacrifice everything for Shang Congshu, which will definitely put Shang Congshu under psychological pressure.

"I'm sorry, you don't like to hear those words, then I won't..."

Before Feng Xin finished speaking, Shang Congshu interrupted her.

Shang Congshu tightly grabbed Fengxin's hand, suppressing her emotions all night, but she couldn't let her pretend nothing happened, she asked Fengxin, "Who is that woman?"

Feng Xin asked subconsciously, "Which woman?"

Shang Congshu tried to find out from his memory the girls who had an affair with Feng Xin, or who had an unclear relationship with Feng Xin, but after thinking for a long time, he couldn't find a single suspect.

She snorted angrily, "That's, that's... You know which woman you're pretending to be, so you have the nerve to ask me who I am?"

Loving someone, that's probably the case, and unreasonable trouble can be used as a spice in the relationship.

Fengxin holds Shang Congshu in her arms, and feels that this life is very good and happy. She is arguing with Shang Congshu, and like all couples, she will get angry when jealous, and occasionally speak ironically to save face. She cares so much that she pretends to die fine.

She knew very well that this harmonious picture would not last long.

"Whoever I keep looking at is the woman in my heart." Fengxin spread her arms, asking Shang Congshu to hug her back, she longed for Shang Congshu's warm response...

After returning home, Feng Xin ordered takeaway, and took medicine after eating.

She turned on the TV in the hall, played a movie, closed the doors and windows, and then went into the bathroom to take a shower.

After Feng Xin finished washing, there was a strange rustling sound in the hall besides the sound of the movie playing. Shang Congshu, who was originally sitting on the sofa, ran to some corner.

She didn't blow her hair, and she didn't see anyone in the bedroom, so she looked elsewhere, and finally saw Shang Congshu cutting watermelon with a fruit knife in the kitchen. The rustling sound she heard was the sound of Shang Congshu cutting the watermelon .

A watermelon was cut in half by Shang Congshu, and then cut again. All of them were divided into pieces the size of a ruler, and cut again. Some pieces were smashed because they were cut too thin.

Feng Xin watched as Shang Congshu put those broken watermelons into disposable cups, divided them into dozens of pieces, and then walked around the room, putting them on the TV, on the window sill, and at the entrance...

She stopped the busy Shang Congshu and spread her hands, "Give me a drink too."

Shang Congshu muttered a few numbers, as if counting people's heads, and after making sure that the watermelon was enough, he put a cup in Feng Xin's hand.

Feng Xin sat on the sofa, stabbed the watermelon with a toothpick, chewed it slowly, the moment she lowered her head, tears slipped across the bridge of her nose and fell from the tip of her nose.

She couldn't empathize with her, but as long as she thought of Shang Congshu suspecting many people in the room and always worrying about being watched and killed, she couldn't help but feel sad, how much pain she would have to bear to live in such fear.