sick wife

Not long after, the door opened from the inside.

Guan Beibei saw the girl standing in front of her eyes, and she matched the age stated on the Internet. She looked like she was only 20 years old, she didn't seem to bask in the sun very much, and her skin was so pale that she was sickly.

A light grass-colored knitted sweater, worn with a long thin cotton skirt, her head and tail carefully braided, and a few small velvet hairpins sandwiched between her light gray hair.

It is a very gentle and comfortable feeling from the outfit to the inner and outer temperament.

"Listen to the wind?" she asked.

Tingfeng is Shang Congshu's screen name. Shang Congshu chatted with her and liked to listen to Jay Chou's "Maple", so the origin of this screen name.

According to the self-report on the Internet, Shang Congshu was in a very difficult situation. He was tricked by a high-ranking aunt to take away the manuscript, and his mother stopped him from defending his rights. mental hospital.

Guan Beibei doesn't have much contact with mental patients, but she knows a little bit. The general symptoms are so severe that they need to be treated forcibly, and it is impossible to keep herself clean and decent in grooming.

They are indifferent to everything in the outside world, don't care about other people's opinions, are lazy and negative in psychology and actions, can't take care of themselves, and are naturally sloppy in appearance.

Now Shang Congshu is in front of her, no matter how you look at it, he doesn't look mentally abnormal.

"Huh?" Shang Congshu was stunned for a while, and suddenly thought of something, his eyes lit up a few degrees, "It's me, you are Sister Bei Ke?"

The girl beamed and was very happy for her arrival, and warmly invited her into the house.

Guan Beibei went in and looked around rigorously. The room was very tidy, the overall decoration was ins-style, a plate of inulin was planted on the balcony, and two sets of clothes were drying on the clothes rail.

She couldn't help but wonder if the girl deliberately made up a lie?This is different from what Shang Congshu said, being illegally imprisoned, unable to enter and leave the free room, being chained to the wrist every day and so on.

She had never seen such a warm environment in a place where people were imprisoned.

Guan Beibei glanced at the TV in the living room inadvertently, and the black LCD screen suddenly reflected Shang Congshu who was staring at her intently behind him.

Her heart was quick, and she turned around cautiously.

Shang Congshu didn't cover up, still staring at her.

Guan Beibei was a little nervous, and put the noodle soup in her hand on the table, "A lady came by the door just now, she should have brought you breakfast."

Although she is quite courageous, she always feels that something is weird.

Shang Cong Shu da da ran into the kitchen, took out a clean bowl and chopsticks, put all the noodle soup in it, and looked at Guan Beibei expectantly, "Thank you for coming to see me, this breakfast is for you."

Guan Beibei wanted to refuse, but Shang Congshu kept looking at her with his unresponsive eyes, so he picked up a few chopsticks and noodles symbolically.

She tentatively said, "Why haven't you sent me a message in the past few days? I thought something happened to you."

Shang Congshu had a troubled look on his face, "The phone is still in the hospital, and I haven't got it back."

Immediately afterwards, Shang Congshu spent nearly half an hour describing his life in the hospital and how he escaped.

Guan Beibei listened very carefully, she was thoughtful, and asked again: "Since no one forced you to be hospitalized, why did you stay obediently in the hospital? Once you go in, unless the guardian nods, it will be difficult for you to come out."

Shang Congshu's expression drooped with the naked eye, "At that time, it was better to go to the hospital to continue dating with my girlfriend..."

Guan Beibei herself could never be this kind of person in her life, but she knew that there were many love brains in the world, so she subconsciously classified Shang Congshu into this category.

"She's been treating you like this, so there's no need to continue dating, right?" Guan Beibei complained casually, not wanting to meddle in other people's emotional affairs.

She brought the topic back, "By the way, I went back to China yesterday to pay attention to the matter of your aunt cheating on the manuscript. The magazine has already removed the disputed works from the shelves. I remember you said that before the magazine is officially listed When I talked to the editor-in-chief, they chose to ignore it. In this case, you can..."

Guan Beibei's voice came to an abrupt end, and her hand on the chopsticks accidentally touched the mouse, and the screen of the computer on the coffee table suddenly turned on.

The page is a painting software, a Korean-style comic strip, a character with long black hair is locked in the bedroom, the outfit reflected in the mirror is a white suit skirt, but the character itself is wearing pajamas.

Another character, a light gray girl, was wearing the clothes of the black-haired character in the mirror, with a smile on her face, almost the same as the current Shang Congshu.

The bubble dialogue on the side——

Light gray-haired girl: [I'm going to work. 】

The girl with long black hair was locked in the bedroom, crying in despair: [Cong Shu, please, let me out. 】

【Shh, you are Cong Shu. 】

Guan Beibei was unexpectedly startled by this cartoon, and cold sweat broke out on her back. She looked back at Shang Congshu, but the other party didn't think there was anything wrong with the cartoon, and looked at her seriously, expecting her to continue.

"I still have something to do at home..."

Guan Beibei got up from her position. She had seen many cruel and dark cases, and she could maintain calm on the surface, but her heart was already turbulent.

She added: "Let's talk another day, you can make an appointment at a suitable time and place."

Shang Congshu got up after him, looked at his face that had barely moved, and asked in frustration, "Sister Beike, are you going back?"

Since Shang Congshu fell ill, no one came to see her. Guan Beibei was the first one. She was very happy and a little emotionally agitated.

She doesn't have any friends, and she has a lot of friends who are novel authors and cartoon authors, but these friends are from all over the world, and it is difficult to get together once.

This shows that the small shells have some weight.

Shang Congshu returned to the bedroom and found out the red envelope she had hidden. She said, "It's not a public welfare consultation, but there is a fee. This is for you."

Guan Beibei touched the thickness and knew that there was a lot of money in it without opening it. She put the red envelope back into Shang Congshu's hand and said quietly: "If you tell me the truth on the Internet, I will help you unconditionally." , but if you lie and consume my sympathy, I will be very angry."

After all, her time is precious, and the reason why she appeared here was because Shang Congshu said on the Internet that she was too miserable and helpless. She couldn't see a good girl, and she might face the pain of being forced to be locked up in a mental hospital for life .

Looking at it now, what Shang Congshu said was inconsistent and contradictory.

She looked at Shang Congshu, and then said: "I know you are a very famous novelist. It's normal to encounter a bottleneck period. It shouldn't be like this when looking for inspiration."

After reading the cartoon, she wondered if Shang Congshu was creating some new works, so that he could shape himself into such a character.

A situation similar to this happened in real life. There was a composer abroad who lacked inspiration. Every night, he pretended to be a beggar and wandered around. exist.

The image of Shang Congshu in Guan Beibei's heart is similar to this "wandering composer".

Shang Congshu didn't understand why Guan Beibei's current attitude was so different from his enthusiastic and caring appearance on the Internet.

I can only use the first meeting, a little strange, to comfort myself.

Seeing that Guan Beibei didn't accept the red envelope, she ran back to the bedroom and found a wine-red beret, "I knitted this one, and I gave it to you as a present in autumn and winter."

Guan Beibei asked back: "Why don't you clarify my question?"

Shang Congshu: "When will you come to see me next time?"

"..."

Shang counted down the days from Shu, "Frost's Descent is Saturday, and Halloween is Sunday. If you don't go to work, you can come and play with me. I will show you my girlfriend."

As he was talking, Guan Beibei found some problems. As long as Shang Congshu spoke for a long time, he would repeat what he had said before, but Shang Congshu himself had no perception, and continued to read, and even the word order would be disordered. Case……

If you don't combine the upper and lower content, Guan Beibei will almost not be able to understand the meaning of those words.

She suddenly felt pity, maybe the person in front of her might really be a patient...

Guan Beibei patiently listened to what Shang Congshu said, and asked some questions about the manuscript. At least this matter is true. The current situation of the magazine is basically the same as what Shang Congshu said.

Before leaving, she bid farewell to Shang Congshu, "I will give you a scarf as a return gift next time I come here, what do you like?"

Shang Congshu's eyes lit up, "Really? I like pink and blue plaid scarves."

"it is good."

"Sister Shell, goodbye."

After Guan Beibei left, Shang Congshu returned to the computer and drew with the digital tablet. After drawing for a short time, he felt hungry.

There were no ingredients in the refrigerator, so she took some change and went out to buy food by herself.

I also bought sugar-fried hawthorn that Feng Xin likes to eat.

She posted the sample picture on Weibo, and edited a long article with great care.

Unexpectedly, this microblog went viral, and was moved to the school forum not long after. Even the comments on the microblog were noisy.

[No way, no way, can a mentally disturbed person still paint? 】

[You guys are poisonous, it’s because you have a mental disability, not a disability in your hands and feet, a disability in your IQ, why can’t you draw?If you give her the test paper, she will also write it. 】

[Sister Shang hasn't posted on Weibo for a long time, and thought she was in the hospital. I heard that the electrotherapy there is very effective. Can you tell me if it hurts or not? 】

Looking at these, Shang Congshu didn't know if he really cared about her, or he was just watching the lively comments. He sat in a chair for a long time in a daze, his mind was empty.

It wasn't until someone sent a private message on Weibo to ask for a draft that she cheered up.

I asked some questions about the setting of the character design, and as a result, while chatting, the other party turned the topic around to Shang Congshu, "Did you really draw these? What do you think in your mind when you draw? (Curious face.jpg "

Shang Congshu lost interest in an instant, she silently blocked him.

She already had quite a number of fans on Weibo, and after the draft Weibo was sent out, there was a steady stream of private messages, so she didn't dare to click on it again.

Suffering like this until night, Shang Congshu looked at the clock on the wall, and when it was completely dark, she got off the sofa to look at the lights in the room.

She couldn't help but log on to WeChat on the computer, wanted to send Fengxin Q messages, but was afraid of disturbing Fengxin's work, so she looked at the chat box, and finally restrained herself and sent an emoji.

Not long after it was sent out, there was a sound of opening the door.

Shang Congshu didn't have any shoes on, and as soon as the door opened, he threw himself into Feng Xin's arms, smelling the familiar smell, his eyes turned red, "Why did you come back only now?"