sick wife

Shang looked at the unfamiliar scenery outside from Shu's eyes. The house they moved this time was a place they had never been to.

But his ears were paying attention to the movement of Feng Xin writing behind him, the sound was loud and powerful, he didn't know what he was writing, flustered and anxious, mixed with Feng Xin's choked sobs.

"Ah Xin..." She murmured in a low voice, and the familiar nickname came out from her lips, but it seemed like a lifetime ago, "Let's forget it."

She has delayed Feng Xin for 20 years, and she doesn't want to delay Feng Xin for another 20 years.

In fact, she is not afraid, since she can't change it, she can accept the fact that she is ill, she doesn't want Fengxin to repeat the same mistakes with her.

The house I haven't returned for a long time, the faces I hate seeing each other...

"Forget it?" Feng Xin thought she had heard it wrong. After confirming that these words were said by Shang Congshu herself, she pinched the notebook in her hand, and the corners were wrinkled by her, "What do you mean by forgetting it? I break up? So what are you going to do?"

Her complexion was no better than that of Shang Congshu. It was not the first time that she was chased away by Shang Congshu. Most of the time it was when Shang Congshu was ill. It was rare for him to be so clear-headed and calm to mention these things to her.

Shang Cong shrank in the corner, his knees were bent, his eyes were blank, "Why do you always worry about what I will do, instead of asking yourself what to do?"

Is she getting better? Grandma has been ill for decades, and she was crazy before she died. She can't recognize anyone, only her mother is remembered.

The vicissitudes old man who has been crazy for most of his life, put the hidden melons and fruits to moldy, and has to wait for his daughter to come home.

How could Feng Xin bother to ask herself what to do, all her youth was given to Shang Congshu, and she would not be safe if she left people behind like this.

"Really want to break up with me?" Feng Xin didn't believe it, she rested her chin on Shang Congshu's lap, and looked at this bloodless little face up close, "Can you bear that I like other women and kiss and hug them?" hug?"

Shang Congshu turned his face away, "You are with someone else, just don't tell me."

If no one told her, she wouldn't know.

Feng Xin: "Not only do I want to tell you personally, but I also want to show off my love to you by posting on Moments, and I also want to show you off in front of you."

Shang Congshu moved his knees away, "Fengxin, you're such a dog."

She wanted to climb to the other side of the bed, but her ankle was suddenly held in Feng Xin's hand, and the next second she was caught in Feng Xin's arms.

Shang Congshu avoided Feng Xin's approaching face, but he didn't know that the posture of raising his neck was more convenient for Feng Xin to nibble on it.

Her waist was tightly strangled, and she was forced to straighten her upper body, kneading into a ball with Feng Xin's clothes, the air gradually became thinner, and even her breathing became short of breath.

"Are you back?" Feng Xin asked, she could feel the difference between Shang Congshu and the recent one, seeing that her eyes were exactly the same cold as in the last life, "When I was just sick, when I woke up, I would hug me and act like a baby. I leave you, afraid of you, pitiful, it hurts so much."

That's fine now, skip straight to the breakup.

Speaking of the past, Shang Congshu couldn't help but his eyes were red and his lips were pale, "You were the one who got impatient first... I don't blame you, I mean, don't go on, live your own life, don't worry about it me."

"You have." Feng Xin held Shang Cong's face in his hands, and those days were so painful, "If you didn't blame me, why didn't I look at me when I got home from get off work? You didn't look for me when you asked for the cook, and you didn't leave me the lamp... ..."

Shang Congshu pushed Feng Xin away vigorously, gasped on the quilt, and his voice rose a few decibels uncontrollably: "You didn't want it yourself! I wait for you to come home every day, but you never come back. I am alone in the bedroom , talking to the doll from morning to night.”

At the beginning, Fengxin really loved her, she sent an emoji to her, Fengxin was afraid that she would be bored, so she kept talking about a lot of things, but then she changed.

Shang Congshu's fingertips turned white, and the quilt on the pillow was wet with hot tears, "You said you were busy with work, but I don't know what your job is, and you have to go to the company even on statutory holidays, so I don't know who you are with outside ..."

No one came to their home except the cook who delivered the meals.

She knew that Fengxin didn't want others to find out that she had a girlfriend, so she quietly changed her profile, stopped posting on social accounts, and often came back with the smell of alcohol, cigarettes, and perfume on her body, but lied to her that she was at the company.

"If you feel ashamed to associate with me..." Shang Congshu buried his face in the quilt, and said in a hoarse voice, "Just find a decent girlfriend."

Feng Xin nodded and laughed at herself, "I'm ashamed? Then what the hell am I trying to do with you for 20 years?"

She took out her mobile phone and edited a text message to Uncle Shang. No matter how angry she was, she couldn’t just leave Shang Congshu behind. Her hands were shaking as she typed, “Keep me away all the time. I said I would take it seriously. I... OK, OK, OK!"

Feng Xin has never liked anyone before, except for Shang Congshu, she has never dated other girlfriends, she doesn't know that liking someone has to be so low-key.

She sent a text message and said to Shang Congshu: "You go back to your mother. She planned to arrange for you to be admitted to the hospital. I will ask my aunt and uncle to pick you up. Now I have transferred the original manuscript and sent it to my email as a picture. Find a way to help you solve it, this is the last thing I will do for you."

Feng Xin took out a bag and tidied it up briefly.

Shang Congshu looked at the time, it was already past one o'clock in the morning, and sat up from the bed, "It's so late, where are you going?"

Feng Xin didn't know where to go, anyway, she didn't want to see Shang Congshu for a second, so as not to soften her heart, her soul is already 40 years old, she is not a young man, there is no need to break up and die.

Before, she was worried that Wen Yu didn't really want to send Shang Congshu for treatment, and Shang Congshu's condition was quite manic at that time, so he didn't want to leave her.

Now that Shang Congshu is going to leave when he is awake, she might as well send him back.

The only thing she can do now is to wish Shang Congshu a quick recovery, and don't be married to an old bachelor in the mountains by his family in two or three years.

"You're right." Feng Xin changed her shoes and took her bag, "I should worry more about what to do with myself, instead of spending my entire life on you."

Shang chased Shu out with bare feet, and stopped him at the door, "It's already late, can't you sleep next door?"

Feng Xin looked at Shang Congshu, and slowly leaned closer, "No. Staying in the same room with you, no matter where I am, I can't help but want to see you."

This concern has been deepened and increased day by day.

She bypassed Shang Congshu and left.

Shang Cong rested his hands firmly on the door frame, seeing Feng Xin walking further and further away, he hurriedly asked, "Can you come see me off tomorrow? I'm afraid..."

Before she finished speaking, Feng Xin had already entered the elevator, and she couldn't even see a shadow.

Even if we break up, we don't have to run so fast.

Shang Congshu stood at the door in a daze, Feng Xin, like her, had memories of her previous life, did she go to find someone else?

Find that other woman who makes Feng Xin not want to go home for many years...

She often thinks that Fengxin might have gotten along with someone else outside, and because she couldn't abandon her, she was put at home to raise her.

Shang Congshu wiped his eyes, closed the door and went back to the bedroom.

At a glance, I saw the small notebook on the bedside, and there was an uncapped ballpoint pen next to it.

She wants to see what Feng Xin just wrote.

【Love Ah Xin, always love Ah Xin】

Looking at these, Shang Congshu was suddenly out of breath, and his heart was sore.

There are a few words blurred on it, it was when Feng Xin wrote it, tears were blurred...