sick wife

Feng Xin was washing vegetables in the kitchen, fried a plate of eggs and beans, turned off the electric cooker, and did not move anything, she listened carefully, suddenly there was no sound outside, it was very quiet.

She put down the spatula and went out to have a look with the apron on, but Shang Congshu could not be found in the living room.

There was the sound of crying on the balcony.

Feng Xin walked towards the balcony.

Shang Congshu was squatting on the ground, surrounding the pot of ball Ju Fendai was crying to herself, "Why can you two hug each other?"

As he said that, Shang Congshu pinched off one of the pink and purple chrysanthemums, and now there was only one flower left that was swaying in the wind.

Shang Congshu refused to let go of the two "sinners" who were embracing in front of her, clutching the picked flower, feeling aggrieved and sad, "I'll soak you in water to drink!"

Seeing that Shang Congshu didn't do anything to hurt her, Feng Xin went back to the kitchen and continued cooking.

The ingredients in the kitchen are all Shang Congshu's favorite food, even when Feng Xin is so angry, she habitually buys according to Shang Congshu's taste when shopping for vegetables.

Feng Xin took the time to make minced eggplant meat and a pot of pork rib soup.

"Go wash your hands and eat." She put the dishes on the table and said to Shang Congshu.

Shang Congshu was holding a small porcelain cup, soaked a small chrysanthemum in it, heard what Feng Xin said, pretended not to hear, turned sideways, facing the other side without Feng Xin, and refused to speak.

Feng Xin came over, stretched out his long hand, picked up Shang Congshu's cup, and drank more than half of the cup of tea that hadn't had time to brew.

Shang Cong became anxious, stood up and wanted to grab Feng Xin, shouting: "This is mine."

Feng Xin raised the cup high without letting Shang Congshu touch it, "You pick my flowers to make tea, what if I drink it?"

"Obviously it's my flower!" Shang Congshu retorted.

Feng Xin doesn't like seeing Shang Congshu ignoring her, it's easy to remind her of the past when she didn't get a response, and it makes her feel colder than Dongyue when the snow crushed the honeysuckle tree.

She drank the remaining half cup of tea, and did not forget to argue with Shang Congshu: "I planted the flowers for you. If you like them, they are yours. If you don't like them, I will take them back."

Shang Congshu snatched the cup over, only the bubbled chrysanthemum was left in it, his eyes became hot in a flash, "I don't like it..."

Fengxin took Shang Congshu to wash her hands, and wrapped her wrists into the tiger's mouth, pretending to be serious, "I heard with my own ears that you were jealous of my flowers, and saw you 'cruelly' separating them."

This sentence successfully distorted Shang Congshu's train of thought, and the tears that were faltering were suddenly suppressed, and he hurriedly separated the relationship, "You, you are even more cruel, and you even drank it!"

Feng Xin turned on the faucet, squeezed the hand sanitizer on the palms of his hands, wiped Shang Congshu's hands and rubbed them, and could hear Shang Congshu's ups and downs of breathing before he fully calmed down.

And the hoarse voice, how familiar it is, the days seem to return to the way they get along with each other.

Just when Feng Xin was distracted, Shang Congshu clasped five fingers between her fingers, raised and lowered his palms slightly, and repeated this movement regularly, rubbing the palms of the two of them until they were soft...

Feng Xin's face became hot, and she glanced at Shang Congshu. The girl in her arms lowered her head, concentrating on playing with the soap foam from their palms, but her ears were quietly red.

"Ah Xin, are you still angry?" Shang Congshu said in a muffled voice, with a pitiful gesture, "I'll knit a new one for you."

Feng Xin: "The re-weaving is not the original one."

Shang Congshu's tears came as soon as he said it, almost turning into small crying bags, and he was very helpless, "Then what should I do..."

Fengxin suddenly clenched Shang Congshu's hand, clasped it hard, and bit Shang Congshu's ear not too gently, she was still angry, this kind of soft gesture of goodwill, hints that she had been in bed with them, could not dispel her angry.

She didn't accept that Shang Congshu valued others more than her. This kind of behavior would be infinitely magnified in her heart, and it would burn one scorching hole after another in her senses like a poker.

"I'm angry, what else can I do." Feng Xin poured out the hand sanitizer foam, but there was no expression on his face, no smile, and he was probably still unhappy.

Shang Cong shrugged, the table was full of favorite dishes and she had no appetite, she climbed onto Feng Xin's legs, and refused to eat well, she had to cling to Feng Xin to stop crying.

"A Xin put this for me." She pointed to the corn in the pork rib soup.

Feng Xin came out and skewered with chopsticks, making it easy for Shang Congshu to eat.

Shang Congshu was not happy again, and yelled, "It's hot, it's hot, it's hot!"

Feng Xin touched her lips and tried it, it was warm, it was just right to eat now, not too hot.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Shang Congshu looking at her straightforwardly, as if he was waiting for something, so Fengxin could only blow it symbolically, and then handed it to Shang Congshu.

Shang Congshu took over, and only then began to eat corn contentedly.

After dinner, Feng Xin went to the balcony to call Wen Yu.

She is in a bad mood, and her tolerance for Wen Yu is not as good as before. Usually, she sees that Wen Yu is Shang Congshu's mother, so she tolerates it again and again. She never thought that she would ask Wen Yu to bring over a day's meals and take care of Shang Congshu. can not do well.

This was simply not taken to heart.

Feng Xin first asked the most important question, "Aunt Wen, what did the doctor say?"

Based on what she learned, Wen Yu probably told Feng Xin: "Shu Shu's illness can be treated at home, but if you want to be like in the hospital, set a fixed time to wake up, take medicine, when to exercise, and what time to go to bed. , It’s more difficult, someone needs to watch it... If you have hallucinations, delusions of being persecuted, it’s better to be hospitalized.”

Of course the doctor suggested hospitalization, but Shang Congshu didn't meet the conditions that forced him to be hospitalized.

Because patients have different ideas from ordinary people, they will do unimaginable things that others cannot understand. They have eccentric temperaments, occasionally unresponsive, relatives tend to be negligent, and many of them do not take good care of them.

Treatment at home also requires proper exposure to the external environment when the patient is emotionally stable, not just at home.

Feng Xin knew what she wanted, and asked Wen Yu suddenly: "There is one thing that I find very strange. You can bring Cong Shu from childhood to adulthood, and you can take care of three children alone, and you won't starve her or get cold. She, now just ask you to prepare her three meals a day, you don't even want to take care of it."

Wen Yu didn't explain, she actually bought breakfast and planned to deliver Chinese dinner to Shang Congshu, but she was frightened by the lawyer so her heartbeat went awry, she didn't dare to stay any longer.

Feng Xin didn't want to criticize anything, she felt sorry for Shang Congshu, chilled, and couldn't wait for the response from there, so Feng Xin hung up the phone.

She turned around and went back to the living room, Shang Congshu was washing dishes in the kitchen, everything looked peaceful, except that his eyes were still swollen after crying too much.

into the night.

Feng Xin was tired all day, and soon after lying down, she started to feel sleepy. She knew that Shang Congshu couldn't sleep well, so she stayed awake, and wanted to spend more time with her.

The soft and sweet person in his arms suddenly became very quiet, not as before, either Feng Xin wanted to hug him tightly, or Feng Xin told stories about scientists.

She just nestled obediently, her eyes were brighter than the moon, staring at the ceiling and turning playfully, she could see that she was not sleepy, but she didn't dare to make a fuss.

Feng Xin saw all this, her heart ached slightly, she squeezed her arms tightly, and asked: "Do you want to watch a movie before going to sleep?"

Shang Congshu shook his head and said vaguely, "Ah Xin doesn't like watching movies."