sick wife

Feng Xin went to the driver's family, but the client was out, and there was only one pregnant wife at home.

The woman was about 35 or [-] years old, and she was old enough to be a child. After seeing Feng Xin approaching, her expression became subtle, and she was reluctant to invite Feng Xin into the door.

This is a small one-story house that hasn't been renovated yet. The floors are all cement, which shows that life is not very rich.

In order to pay for hospitalization and medical expenses, the couple spent all the money on house renovations. During this time, what they were most afraid of was that people related to Shang Congshu would come to their door.

There was a far-fetched smile on the woman's face, "Is Miss Shang okay? There should be nothing serious, right?"

Feng Xin glanced at the seven or eight-month-old belly of the other party, hesitated for a while, and then spoke, "The recovery from Shu Shu is not very good, and the follow-up may have to..."

The woman couldn't wait for Feng Xin to finish her sentence, and she couldn't be more polite after hearing the first half of the sentence, and begged bitterly: "You can see what conditions our family has. My husband's education level is not high, and he will only be able to do nothing in this life. As a driver, I can't earn two dollars, and now I'm about to give birth, and I can't work, if I still need to pay compensation... can I have a grace period?"

Now that the child is about to be born, and the family has no extra savings, and this kind of thing happens again, everyone will be in a mess and can't take care of themselves.

Where would he really care about Shang Congshu's situation, just maintaining a normal life would take all his energy.

Feng Xin captured important information, "Your husband, has he never held any other position?"

"We all came from the north six years ago to develop. He lost money in opening a breakfast shop, so he went back to his old business. He either rented out taxis or ran errands for others." When talking about the past, the woman still had A little bit of pain, that year the apprentice did a lot of losses in business.

Feng Xin is thoughtful, a middle-aged man with a low level of education, who has only opened a breakfast shop and worked as a driver, doesn't look like he will have an intersection with Luo Ying.

Besides, Luo Ying's high school and university were all local colleges, and it was even more impossible for her to know the driver who came from the north six years ago.

It seems that the conspiracy theory of the car accident was conceived by Shu...

Feng Xin left here and waited for the bus to see the text message from Tong Huai. She frowned and changed to take a taxi back.

On the way, Feng Xin called Shang Congshu, but the phone got through, but no one spoke for a long time.

"Congshu, are you listening?" She asked, unable to help but worry about Shang Congshu's situation.

In the previous life, Shang Congshu didn't like Tong Huai very much. When he saw Tong Huai coming to the house, he would smash things, show his teeth and claws, and had a very bad temper.

Every time it happens like this, Feng Xin tactfully tells Tong Huai not to come over.

She didn't know what would happen to Tong Huai after her death. She remembered that Tong Huai had several boyfriends when she was young, but none of them could stay with Tong Huai for a long time.

At the age of 27 or [-], Tong Huai has been facing the trouble of being urged to marry by his family. Feng Xin just encourages Tong Huai to meet someone he likes and is suitable for marriage, and not to marry just for the sake of marriage.

Later Tong Huai turned 37 and was still unmarried, even Feng Xin couldn't help asking, "Xiao Huai, why aren't you married?"

Tong Huai smiled and said to her, "Ah...you have such a hard life, I went to get married and have children, how disrespectful I am, hahaha..."

Feng Xin doesn't need Tong Huai's loyalty. After she said "education" earnestly, Tong Huai changed his words and said that he was just joking with her, and claimed to be unmarried, so she didn't try to persuade her anymore. Same.

To put it in detail, Tong Huai also regarded her as half of his relatives, knowing that she would be very sad after she passed away.

She felt sore when she thought that the girl who had played with her since she was a child had to arrange her own funeral by herself.

Feng Xin waited for a long time but Shang Congshu didn't answer her. She chatted patiently on the phone, "Would you like to eat red velvet cake? With grape soda?"

She knew that Shang Congshu would listen when he answered the phone, and generally didn't want to listen to her. Even if she blew up the phone, Shang Congshu wouldn't answer it.

When Shang Congshu is emotionally indifferent, he will be extremely indifferent to everyone and things. Sometimes he knows that she is looking for someone, and when he hears her talk, he just ignores her, and will not respond to her concern or nervousness.

Feng Xin didn't hang up the phone all this time, under her tireless coaxing, Shang Congshu finally answered her in a small voice "Yeah"

Although there was only one short word, Feng Xin was very satisfied, her long and narrow eyes were bent into the moon, and she bought red velvet cake and six cans of grape soda.

She habitually shouted when she entered the door: "I'm back."

Shang Congshu didn't come out to pick her up, Feng Xin looked a little disappointed, quickly collected his mood, put a soda and cake on the table, and put the rest in the refrigerator.

The floor should have been cleaned. I didn't see the milk tea Tong Huai mentioned, but I saw some snacks thrown in the trash can.

Feng Xin found Shang Congshu in the master bedroom. The woman was lying on the plush blanket playing with building blocks. She dismantled and reassembled the assembled Taj Mahal, and beside it was a photo that had been damaged by frost.

This group photo is not glued, and the material is an ordinary postcard. The frost block was frozen in the refrigerator, and after it was taken out to melt, it was directly soaked and rotten. The two faces in the photo became blurred.

Feng Xin hugged Shang Congshu into his arms, encircling her tender arms, "Do you want to buy you a new one?"

Shang Congshu shook his head, still playing with a few building blocks.

"Aren't you tired of playing this all the time?" Fengxin saw that Shang Congshu had a special liking for the Taj Mahal, and flipped over one of the assembled flower tops with his fingers.

Seeing that the results of his labor just now were messed up by Feng Xin, Shang Cong Shu Mao picked up the scattered building blocks into a ball, ready to move his position.

Feng Xin surrendered again and again, "Okay, okay...I don't want to touch it anymore, let me hug you."

She stretched out her long arms to hug him tightly again, and pecked and kissed Shang Congshu's soft cheeks several times, "What's wrong with my Congshu? Why didn't you speak? Huh?"

From her return to the present, Shang Congshu has reacted to her, and for some reason, he has kept silent.

Feng Xin still wanted to tease the woman in her arms, when a voice call popped up on WeChat suddenly, it was Tong Huai calling.

She got up and went to the living room to answer the phone. Shang Congshu didn't like Tong Huai, so she walked a little farther away to talk, but it wouldn't be too far away. Shang Congshu could hear what she and Tong Huai said clearly.

"Xinxin, my brother and sister-in-law bought a house in the south of the city not long ago, and there is no one to live in it, why don't you move in with Shang Congshu first? Anyway, the house is vacant, so don't waste money renting a house gone."

Tong Huai in the previous life also made this suggestion. At the beginning, Fengxin took the merchant to move from Shu to live for a few days.

After Shang Congshu knew that the house belonged to Tong Huai's family, he clamored to move out, cried hysterically, and hurt his throat for a long time. Later, Feng Xin had no choice but to move out.

Feng Xin doesn't intend to let this happen again, "I'm sorry Xiao Huai, Cong Shu may not be able to adapt to the new environment."

Tong Huai muttered something in a low voice, but Feng Xin didn't hear it through the phone.

Tong Huai sighed sadly, and said falteringly: "Well... But the landlord aunt..."

Speaking of this, needless to say too clearly, Feng Xin understands in seconds.

"I see, I will find a new place to move as soon as possible." She said, although she did not have a lot of money, she still took into account Shang Congshu's mood, and did not accept Tong Huai's kindness.

"The south side of the city is your brother's new house. He is your own brother. If you ask him, he will definitely be reluctant to reject you. I'm an outsider, let's forget it."

Feng Xin was so persistent, Tong Huai had no choice but to give up, "Okay, then I will ask the school for two days off, and I will accompany you to find a house tomorrow."

A warm feeling surged in Feng Xin's heart, and she said sincerely from the bottom of her heart: "Xiao Huai, thank you."

Tong Huai has done much more for her than that. During her first year as an intern, she still didn't have enough money to spend on food and expenses every day, and she couldn't even afford to buy a decent suit.

Tong Huai, an intern who also has a meager income, will deliberately lower his quality of life in order to lend her money.

She has always been grateful to Tong Huai. During the difficult days of being ignored by her parents, Tong Huai was like a hot lamp, full of heat all over her body, and extended a helping hand to her many times.

After finishing the call, Feng Xin looked up and saw Shang Congshu came out of the master bedroom at some point, standing behind the sofa and watching her quietly, silent.

Feng Xin's chin was resting on the back of the sofa, and she also tilted her head to look at Shang Congshu, stretching out her hands to play with the hem of the pure cotton skirt.

She was used to Shang Congshu always appearing quietly in any corner of the house, even when sleeping, she would often wake up in the middle of the night and see Shang Congshu sitting up straight and staring at her intently.

That little brain doesn't know what to think.

Everyone persuaded Fengxin, if this continues, Shang Congshu will hurt him without knowing.

They also tried to sleep in separate rooms. For several nights, Shang Congshu would hug Snoopy's pillow and choke until dawn. After crying for a time or two, Feng Xin couldn't bear to share the room.

Shang Cong opened his mouth to speak, the volume was too low, Feng Xin only saw that lip move up and down.

She took him to the sofa to sit, leaned closer to Shang Congshu, and coaxed him gently, "Congshu, there are only two of us here, it's okay to speak louder."

Shang Congshu murmured softly, but the exhortations were so subtle that no one could hear a single word clearly.

Feng Xin smiled helplessly, hugged her on her lap lovingly and rubbed her cheeks, "Baby, why don't you dare to speak? Hmm? What are you afraid of?"

Generally, Shang Congshu doesn't want to talk to her, and just doesn't talk to her.

This look of wanting to talk to her but not daring to make a sound was relatively rare. She was worried that Shang Congshu might have been frightened, and her heart ached.

Shang Cong pressed his lips to Feng Xin's ears, covering the left and right sides with his hands respectively, thinking that this would keep the sound within range, and cautiously asked, "Ah Xin, do we... want, no, somewhere to live?"

Feng Xin heard what Shang Congshu was talking about. She smoothed the slightly messy long hair in front of her eyes, and comforted her: "Don't worry, we're just moving, we won't have no place to live."

She straightened Shang Congshu's hair with her hands, scratched Shang Congshu's delicate and watery face with her index finger from time to time, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a small blood scab on Shang Congshu's lips...

She raised Shang Congshu's chin and looked carefully. The area of ​​the scab was smaller than that of an ant. Shang Congshu kept his head down just now, but she didn't notice it at all.

"How did it hurt? Did you lick it?" Feng Xin asked, and lightly touched Shang Congshu with his lips.

Shang Congshu didn't speak again, he hugged Fengxin's shoulders tightly with his arms, as if hugging the only piece of driftwood in the sea, and buried his face into Fengxin's neck.

Not long after, Feng Xin felt that her neck was full of hot tears, which couldn't be shed no matter what, and they all wet Feng Xin's skin, burning the tip of her heart.

"Congshu, are there bad people bullying you?"

Feng Xin looked uncomfortable, the woman in her arms even cried quietly, not daring to make a sound.