sick wife

No matter what Feng Xin said, Shang Congshu always lay on the table without saying a word.

Often the quieter it is, the more uneasy Feng Xin is. She doesn't know whether Shang Congshu is sick or sober, what's in his heart, whether there are false stories in his head that are rich in imagination but damage his mental state.

Just when Feng Xin wanted to say something more, Shang Congshu sat up straight suddenly, avoiding her hands caressing her hair, got off the bed and ran out without shoes on.

Feng Xin locked the door from the inside with a key when she came back tonight, and she went out to see Shang Congshu fiddled with the lock at the door of Shu Station, and without a key, she could only break the upper doorknob with her fingers.

"Where are you going?" Feng Xin didn't get too close, she didn't want to surprise Shang Congshu even more, now Shang Congshu's nerves are very sensitive, it's kind of tense, she can't let Shang Congshu even scare her.

Hearing Feng Xin's question, Shang Congshu stuck his whole back against the door, put as far away as possible from Feng Xin, put his arms around his shoulders, "I don't want to be here."

I don't know where to go, I just don't want to be here.

Feng Xin was a little sad, "This is our home, you don't want to stay at home, where are you going?"

Even though she knew that Shang Congshu was mostly insane, she still felt uncomfortable because Shang Congshu acted defensively and said that she wanted to leave. This kind of discomfort was no less than breaking up with her.

She just looked at Shang Congshu like this, showing her disappointment on her face, seeking comfort from her beloved lover, but Shang Congshu didn't respond to her.

Shang Congshu suddenly asked: "Then will you give me medicine?"

Feng Xin was slightly taken aback, but didn't say anything too absolute, "If you're sick, isn't it a good choice to see a doctor and take medicine?"

This answer obviously made Shang Congshu's whole mood go wrong, even his temper was silent and irritable, he broke the doorknob down and loosened it heavily, wishing he could pull the entire doorknob lock off with his bare hands.

"I don't want to eat your food anymore!" Shang Congshu screamed, his expression became flustered, and his eyes showed annoyance, "I don't want to sleep in the same room with you..."

Her voice was getting lower and lower, and at the end she seemed to be afraid that she would bring death if she said this, she tightly covered her mouth with her hands, and stared at Feng Xin, as if Feng Xin was a terrifying figure in her eyes.

The entire hall suddenly fell silent, and the atmosphere that had been chaotic just now was silent.

Feng Xin bit her lower lip lightly, flexed and stretched her fingers repeatedly, and nodded weakly, "Okay, then I will sleep on my side, and leave the master bedroom to you?"

"No!" Shang Congshu's face paled instantly, and his pupils dilated when he thought that the computer was still lying on his side.

Feng Xin still obeyed Shang Congshu, thinking that Shang Congshu would sleep on his side, "Do you need me to help you move the quilt and pillow?"

Shang Congshu quickly shook his head.

Feng Xin understood, it seemed that she was not allowed to enter the side sleeper, and the master bedroom had to be alone to prevent her from sleeping.

She didn't argue with Shang Congshu anymore, she hugged the bed silently and put the air conditioner on the sofa in the living room, and turned off the lights before she lay down, leaving only the lights in the room still on, so that Shang Congshu couldn't see the way .

After Feng Xin lay down for half an hour, Shang Congshu began to move his stiff body, leaning against the wall and returning to the master bedroom.

Feng Xin, who had been resting with her eyes closed, noticed the movement, and said lightly, "Don't close the door, I will cover you with a quilt in the middle of the night."

Her tone was very soft, as if she spoke very easily, but the second she finished speaking, she quietly pulled up the quilt a little, covering her red and sore nose.

Shang Cong rested her hands on the edge of the door frame, and by some mysterious mistake, the door was left a little gap, and she crawled into the bed.

Feng Xin left her the thickest quilt, the air conditioner was on in the room, and it was very comfortable to cover with this thick quilt.

There was still the smell of Fengxin on it, she couldn't help but observe Fengxin through the crack of the door, the warm yellow light in the room sprinkled on the sofa, besides illuminating Fengxin slightly, it also happened to fall on the coffee table in the living room, where there was almost a The dreamy Taj Mahal can be spelled out on the top of the flower...

For no reason, Shang Congshu felt that Fengxin seemed wronged just now, he didn't argue with her a word, even sleeping in the living room was so submissive, this appearance of obedience to her, and the thief who tricked her into publishing the manuscript secretly. If there are two people.

Shang Congshu's brain was throbbing, the pain almost bursting open.

She couldn't help but clenched her fist and knocked on the forehead a few times, trying to relieve it for a while, her temples were tight, and she didn't feel sleepy.

Shang Congshu tiptoed down from the bed, and while staring at the door, he stepped back into the corner, and found the Youth Daily on the first floor where there were newspapers and novels.

That familiar article written by her, the author's name is marked with her aunt's name, not Feng Xin.

how so……

She looked hesitant, biting her index finger knuckles uncontrollably, and hastily dug out another best-selling girls' magazine to find a collection of short stories she had written. The author was still her aunt, and there were still Weibo and mailboxes on it. Specialized in receiving letters from fans.

Shang Congshu spread out these things, lying on the ground, his eyes were almost glued to the paper.

Why is this so, it is completely different from the fragments in her memory?

She clearly remembered that these articles and short stories were secretly sent to the newspaper by Feng Xin, why did the publisher become her aunt?

She rested her head on the cold floor, with a red mark on her forehead, saw Feng Xin's cell phone on the dressing table, suddenly got up from the ground, entered the lock screen password, and opened Feng Xin's call log, there was no incoming call displayed on it, Feng Xin Xin hasn't dialed the phone in the past few days, so who is the voice of chatting she just heard in the side sleeper?

A cold air rose from the soles of her feet, and Shang Congshu heard the sound of conversation again, neither far nor near, as if someone was whispering in her ear, when she turned around, there was no one behind her.

Her heart was trembling, she turned on the flashlight with her mobile phone, and looked by the window. Apart from her own figure, there was no other person on the glass window.

"what--"

Shang Congshu screamed suddenly, and she threw the mobile phone on the ground, waving her hands wildly.

Feng Xin reacted very quickly, when she heard the movement, she almost lifted the quilt and got off the ground in a second. Before she got up, Shang Congshu had already run out of the master bedroom, climbed onto the sofa, got into the air-conditioning quilt, covered her whole body, curled up In the corner, trembling with fear.

Feng Xin has to go to the room to have a look, so that he can judge whether there is something in the room that scares Shang Congshu, or Shang Congshu is hallucinating.

She stood at the door, the floor was covered with messy newspapers and novels, the screen of the mobile phone was cracked into spider webs on the ground, the window was opened at some unknown time, and the night outside was boundless and silent.

Feng Xin didn't care about tidying up, so she went back to the living room, wrapped the frightened woman in her arms through the quilt, and comforted her patiently, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid... I went to see, and there is no one inside."

Shang Congshu wrapped the quilt around his body and tore it away a little, revealing a pair of eyes looking at the bedroom in fear and anxiety, scratching his ears with his hands, nail marks were scratched on the back of his ears, and he was agitated, "Don't talk, don't talk!"

Feng Xin nodded again and again, but kept silent, and held Shang Congshu's wrist to prevent her from hurting her.

Even though Feng Xin didn't speak anymore, Shang Congshu could still hear someone whispering in her ear, no matter what she couldn't hear what those people were talking about.

She pulled out her ears vigorously, her nails were snapped and broken, traces of blood seeped from the gaps in her fingertips, the pain caused her to collapse on the sofa and sob, her face was full of tears, and her ears were burned.

Feng Xin's heart was about to break, she didn't know what to do, she couldn't bear to leave Shang Congshu's eyes for a second, she didn't dare to make a sound, she was afraid that her unintentional actions would make Shang Congshu feel even more uncomfortable.

Gradually, Shang Congshu seemed to be tired and did not move for a long time.

She turned her pupils to look at Feng Xin, her chest felt numb and heavy, she propped up her waist, and clumsily snuggled into Feng Xin's arms.

"Ah Xin, my ear hurts so much..." It really hurts, as if someone has pierced the eardrum with a hot red wire, and the nerves in the whole ear hurt so badly.

Feng Xin gently poked Shang Congshu's ear with his thumb, the skin was almost scratched, his eyes were full of thin flesh from the deeper layer of skin, some were infected by nails, the wound soon festered, and the bleeding was transparent Effusion.

Her heart was on the verge of sudden arrest, her mouth was wide open and she was gasping for air, tears welled up in her eyes.

"I'll help you treat the wound, very, very soon...it won't hurt..."

In just one sentence, Feng Xin spoke intermittently, exhausting all her energy.

She found out the medicine box and washed Shang Congshu's ears with hydrogen peroxide, worried that Shang Congshu would be in too much pain, and his lips would keep exhaling lightly from his side.

Shang Congshu was surprisingly obedient. After wiping iodophor on her ears and sticking the sterile gauze on her ears, she nestled into Feng Xin's arms again, and said, "I want to hug—"

Feng Xin hugged her, and the two of them squeezed on the sofa. She asked Shang Congshu to lie on her chest, held Shang Congshu's hand with a broken nail, and lightly touched his lips.

He couldn't say anything, he was afraid that if he opened his mouth, he would cry more than Shang Congshu.

A little light sleep, dawn.

Feng Xin carried the air conditioner into the master bedroom, and cleaned up the rooms one by one by the way.

She took out a comb and a rubber band, brushed Shang Congshu's hair, and said, "This weekend, I made an appointment to take a photo with someone to earn some pocket money. I might not be able to come back at noon. Can you have a good meal at home?"

When Feng Xin was just an intern, she had a master who took her to shoot materials when she joined the company. She had never been in contact with e-commerce models or photo shoots for people. Refined drawings will be charged separately.

I made an appointment on the platform, and today I am going out to take pictures of the twin sisters for the guests.

According to the trajectory of her previous life, when she was about to graduate, her parents discovered the existence of Shang Congshu and asked her to send him back. After she refused, they quickly cut off her living expenses.

It happened so suddenly, she didn't make any preparations, she sold the locomotive, and there was not much left after paying the rent for the next quarter, and she had no money to buy delicious food for Shang Congshu, so she let Shang Congshu eat her poor cooking skills every day meals, and sometimes even can only eat instant noodles to survive.

Now, she wants to earn some extra money.

Hearing Feng Xin said that he wanted to earn pocket money, Shang Congshu froze in the action of playing with the small rubber band, trotted into the room, and came out after a while.

He took several red envelopes and stuffed them in Feng Xin's arms, his eyes were bright.

"Huh?" Feng Xin touched the big red envelopes, and opened them up, all of them were hundred-yuan bills.

She counted them in detail, and there were more than 3000 in total. On the back of these red envelopes were written blessings such as "Pengcheng Wanli" and "Bright Future", which should have been given by some elders in the family when Shang Congshu was admitted to university.

Feng Xin put the money away, and said to Shang Congshu, "When you need money urgently, use it."

Hearing that Feng Xin still wanted to go out, Shang Congshu's eyes, which were still shining just now, immediately dimmed.

Although Shang Congshu's mood is stable now, Feng Xin is still worried.

In the previous life, Shang Congshu had a problem. He refused to eat the food that was just hot. When it was cold, he quarreled with Feng Xin to eat hot food. Feng Xin reheated the food, but Shang Congshu refused to eat it. Wind Xin.

After a long time, Fengxin is made of iron and can't stand such repeated disturbances.

She urged, "I'll order takeaway for you when it's time, and after you finish eating, take a picture of me and send me a WeChat message, you know?"

Fengxin asked her friends nearby to deliver the takeaway yesterday, and her friend is taking it to Shang Congshu, and will not let Shang Congshu and the deliveryman meet to avoid conflicts.

Shang Congshu didn't want Feng Xin to leave, he didn't even tie his hair up, and looked at Feng Xin pitifully, "Can I go with you?"

She hurriedly added, "I won't cause trouble for you, I will be very good, I won't run around, I won't shout..."